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He's half a foot shorter than your average Portofiran male.

The idea of interacting with authority seems to have induced a small panic in him.

Most likely, this area is not permitted for fishing or shrimping. He's breaking the law.

The day the leaves fall from the ginkyo is a day of transformation -- he told you himself.

Whatever makes him weep, it's not from the past year -- it runs much deeper.

He traces the veins on the back of his hand, under the thinning skin.

He clearly doesn't believe that's possible, even as he says it.

NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF SUBLIMINAL MESSAGING AND PASSIVE LEARNING.

The one that you carry.

Rivalled only by the gun you must acquire.

Across the whole universe, it is humans that actually end up being the unnatural ones.

Can't be complaining about the state of another gäng's territory. That's bad form.

Tempo had that effect on his surroundings. Often spoken about, rarely seen -- unless he had a use for you.

It won't do him much good. His body's reaching the point where aches and pains are par for the course.

Your fingertips crawl with sensation, craving the flaky scalp.

PSEUDOPOD wouldn't have been here a while ago.

Technical talk for a landline. It's connected to the network by copper wire.

The last bastion of an antiquated system. He speaks of it like a beloved relic.

A single thread, fraying.

He shouldn't be telling you this.

Bitemarks and ignorance. The downfall of many a ship.

You may have been on ice for five years but the inexorable march of progress certainly has not.

The result of non-competitive bidding and a bit of self-dealing on the part of the city's governing elite.

Naivety like this is the problem. Healthy competition is what pushes technology forward and society along with it.

The way he said 'service'... like he meant...

He really wants you to believe that.

Every path to her erased, like an ancient treasure being guarded.

A feeling you know well enough.

What he says doesn't add up. The logic is broken.

Whatever he's hiding, it isn't pleasant... It destroyed something in him.

Technical words that only mean something to those with the prerequisite knowledge.

Arteries. Rivers of blood. Coursing under all.

A man stood on a cliff's edge, constantly expecting even the ground to fall from under him.

Seems he has the shakes. He should never have applied for the job, though actually been given it.

He's right. The only reason you should be breaking rules is when it is required to complete the assignment.

You don't need his guidance. Wires and cables are the same everywhere and you are their master.

A shame. Some pointers on how to improve your technical know-how wouldn't go amiss.

If anything, his prior experience may be making this job more difficult to adjust to.

With a gäng, you can go anywhere you want.

The man stands like jelly next to you.

The well-greased cogs of your mind yearn for the challenge.

Old technology is one of the few places the past can still be touched.

The disc blooms like ruby flowers in the reflection of his lenses.

You sense a change behind his eyes. A decision has been made.

He longs to return to lost company. Old gäng.

Even if he doesn't like it, his position gives him purpose, direction. Sometimes that's enough.

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