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Why would a leviathan hunt down a single minnow?

TAXING THE FUTURE FOR TODAY -- THE WETTEST DREAM OF THE CAPITALIST.

Bankers. Big grins.

You can bet that EMTERR developed a thought-free process for this.

Kurt gets it as much as a dog gets the weather. Sometimes it's wet. Or warm. Sometimes both. All very baffling.

The Bank -- EMTERR. This mention of the Operant Bureau's ancient enemy makes you bristle.

He is genuinely surprised.

The slick, soft black silk slips through your fingers.

SWEAT AND MUCH STRENGTH HIDE THEMSELVES HERE.

They say, 'I'm corporate, but still hip.'

Them's cocaine binge shoes. The good cocaine.

This might actually work on you, especially with bespoke tailoring.

You can't picture yourself wearing this. You're not even sure an imaginary woman could pull this look off.

His convictions may as well be carved from granite.

IT CAN, SO LONG AS THE STATE IS THE ARCHITECTURE OF THE COLLECTIVE WILL.

It has to come from inside. It's personal first.

Whistling a new melody into existence. A dance step in the mud. The rasp of a hand-plane against cedar. Wonders yet unmapped.

Inherited from your mother. The only decent thing she ever actually gave you.

Only in the abstract sense.

You could pass off as a Liquidity Mage yourself with this outfit to absolve Kurt of his debt.

Baleen -- whale keratin. Also used to manufacture the cuirasses worn by Lävendi's revolutionary brigades.

We're safe in here. All huddled up.

A casual, yet impressive assessment.

That's not discipline...

His shirt is low enough to expose a tangle of chest hair.

Deliberate, wild, oddly indecent.

RETALIATE AT ONCE.

Not one to make idle promises, once is enough for Ramses.

Your old double has been known to have an unsettling effect on certain people.

Superstitious at heart, you can almost see the shivers run down his spine as you stray into weird metaphysical territory.

Who is Hershel Wilk? What is techno-fascism? Is squirt piss?

Crackling, soft warm smoke equal parts sweet and musky fills your mouth.

A perfectly even burn line recedes throughout the joint, a milimetre with every puff.

Your cares dissolve.

He's right... the vegetables are probably setting up home in your brain grooves right now.

It does feel like something else is controlling your body.

THE PARTY HAS BEEN COMPROMISED. OUST THE VEGETAL DISSIDENT.

As you prepare to get back into it, you notice the name on one of the marked discs -- one you didn't see before.

Smoke unfurls from his nostrils, like an ancient dragon.

Seething. Truly disgusted.

Women trained to elicit joy, to be polite and obliging, to please. It genuinely does nothing for him.

The words from the disc that PSEUDOPOD was playing flash in your mind: 'Ultra Violeta - You But From a Dream'.

It's much more expensive than a mere toy.

You recall the prisoner's voice, crackling into your ear.

His eyes acquire a ceramic-like quality. Brightly dead, impenetrable.

Beyond the walls of the dingy bar, the city breathes.

The image forces its way back to you -- the man's unblinking, obsessive stare, while on the bed Ramses convulsed uncontrollably.

The image forces its way back to you -- Reno's unblinking, obsessive stare, while on the bed Ramses convulsed.

By the sound of it, it's more expensive than a mere toy.

He includes himself like one coming to terms with the things done during a blackout, or a bout of amnesia.

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