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The poor thing's been abandoned. Left to pickle in the bitter piss of passing drunks.

Spittle? In your barrel? Who knows where that mouth has been?

Maybe it's all in her head. Maybe there really is new energy in the wires... either way, it's doing something, and it's wicked.

Look closer! This is the 'Kagami 7X60 'REIGNbow' - Ultra Violeta Signature Edition'.

Like some really good spying!

And just think... You've only been hearing it through its internal speaker so far...

You're just going to give up? Once again, this is the Kagami 7X60 REIGNbow.

Could it... could it be...

Computing explanations. Coincidence: 0.1%. Insider leak: 0.4%. Physical shadowing: 4%. Technical compromise: 95.5%.

A wizard. Of course. The beard was a dead giveaway.

The precarity of anything resulting from these materials is self-evident.

A vacuum megarail train designed for lunar operations.

You're a marvellous engineer, that's what's wrong with you.

Obviously plastic.

Whoa-whoa. A missing model kit?! This cannot stand.

Stop all the clocks: A purloined model kit? This investigation is Priority Alpha!

These babies have some heft to them. Planar magnetic drivers. Premium foam cups. And a triple-padded suspension headband, designed to distribute their weight ergonomically.

The noise-blocking effect. Anechoic.

The red disc! Weaponised culture!

Did you forget? You're dealing with a mega fan here. He's so attuned to her creative wavelength he's phasing out.

What class of music player is that headphone wire connected to? Must be a high-end import -- likely customised -- equally compelling.

These things are heavyweight. An annihilating force, captured and contained within two masses of metal, foam, and electric wiring.

A vertical clip running across the top, patterned guards on both sides and is that... two triggers? Verdict's in: this gun is far cooler than yours.

Don't forget the one in the chamber.

Repair the train.

From the profoundest, most autistic depths of your self, a sense of universal harmony and order wells up.

The techno-fascist fuckwand. Possibly last used by a monkey.

Assemble the weapon.

Don't start thinking that, after your last success, this will be child's play. Model trains can get complex -- it's serious craftsmanship.

Sixth generation Luzian fighter jet. Deployed in most of their 'Reunional Military Actions'. Serious rapid gear.

As Petre told you -- Einzeltone XR is immune to bootlegging.

Disc variants. Branded keyboards. Sellout tours. This sadness thing bankrolls itself.

Bending the gear to her will. Nice.

It's not a door, you pathetic ape.

There it is, this is what's making the whole thing work. Not this woo woo sigil shit.

Break into Karolina's mind.

According to her, the bartender's basically an un-programmed augmentoid. Get in there and pilot him.

Don't listen to her, doohickey, you're awesome!

You've been doohickeyed, bitch.

They should have put it behind glass, so it could be treasured. Worshipped. Curated and handled only by the high priests of the conductor class.

There's a coil wired into the wall, fused to the socket with melted plastic and faith. That's where he eats, listening to currents crackle overhead.

The ins-and-outs of plumbed architecture aren't your strength. But you can find it in other technological fields.

It's all a type of magic, as far as you're concerned.

Shoddy maintenance, Tonio.

Inside there is just an aluminium ribbon some two centimetres across. It's only a matter of what's more resistant -- your fingernails or the ribbon.

Trapped between the old reality that created it and the new one it failed to bring about.

Any recordings of the event would become highly sought collectibles for certain segments of regime insiders.

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