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A quid pro quo, even in the legal murk of the Developed World.

It seems like a non sequitur -- but this is the way of Men of Business.

A tell. You didn't make any connection between Tempo and Reyes.

Irrational and inefficient.

Grey suggests a man who cuts corners in life and business.

'Baby'? You may have miscalculated here.

Tiny debts, each magnified and made more impossible by a greater loss.

Maybe they do... You wouldn't know. Operant CASCADE has yet to turn around a 'success'.

A whole career cast off in a single moment.

There's a friendship to sidestep first. Yana won't agree to this easily.

You've brushed up against this popstar already. The Yana girl knows more than she is letting on.

You've brushed up against this popstar already. The Yana girl knows more than she is letting on.

That confirms it. He's after the popstar.

A professional courtesy. He knows your real name. You gave it to his colleague under extreme duress.

Gripping the barrel in a plastic vice.

Or they're Constanz's: Another manifestation of the murky impulse that got her mixed up with your people in the first place.

One of the perks of being the top of the social hierarchy: time becomes a suggestion, not a reality.

You have a picture of this girl in your pocket. The postcard.

Hit her with that memorable chorus, lodge it in her head:

Hold up! Timing is too clear cut. She sabotaged the release by disappearing.

A 'fuckfold': 54,567,389 Superbloc kupongs.

She's connected some of the dots, in her own way. No reason to jump ahead.

PSEUDOPOD may have a different outlook.

Then, not understanding how it happened, but very happy that it did, the Grown-Ups sidle up and cream their share off the top.

Another curse of being hyper successful, and existentially beautiful.

'Ultra Violeta'? Could be that 'UV' on PSEUDOPOD's red disc...

She thinks that you're her boyfriend.

And not a hint of any ritual script or sigils. They give her the creativity to think in this space, but she's the one making it work.

Yana's using him as a doorman.

Doesn't know much, this one.

He's willing to bleed for this; whoever sent him is way scarier than any board inspector.

This boy is not a board narc, CASCADE.

That's a word he learned very recently.

Like PSEUDOPOD, who seems to have entirely become his.

This is information that you already had... but now you know you're not a step behind.

The information. Not the kiss.

Twenty-six bones and no major blood vessels. She should be thanking you.

The Lich isn't the one giving the order to leave? That's odd.

Whatever book she's working her way through at the moment, it will remain unfinished.

Just take him on the assignment with you. He'll catch a stray one, and the problem will solve itself.

Translation: you're paying for it.

He's not just saying it. He has actually understood.

He half hopes he won't. It would solve all his problems, a simple bullet to the head...

All frames of reference have gone to shit. He's second-guessing his every conception of basic social norms.

It's conceivable he's even convinced them to let him sleep here.

Fear. One foot back in that place, and his fantasies about being the original will collapse on him.

When he runs up against the limits of his memory, the fantasy threatens collapse.

Nearly the entire sub-thirty population of the city, most of whom are hooked on Luzian fashion.

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