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Medium

Armed technology. Metaphysical ruin.

Medium

Weaponised technology.

Medium

Music can transcend ideological divides!

Legendary

Just take the photo.

Easy

Syringe contents: Mysterious.

Medium

It's a shit contraption. Old people medical grade tat.

Medium

There is no gauge marked 'happiness' on the dashboard of Eszti's mind.

Formidable

Disable the auto-injector.

Medium

Trust the bomb. It has been waiting for this moment for three decades.

Easy

You have a screwdriver... Could always reset your hearing feature.

Easy

Scared of a little blast radius, a light dusting of shrapnel? Coward.

Easy

Ideally, anyway. Unless it's busted. But if not, it's going to be cinematic.

Medium

A strange click within the bomb's heart...

Easy

Sparks of electricity bleed from the tram's exposed arteries. She's dying.

Easy

Psychic hijacking! Infinity sync rate, open cockpit!

Easy

Karolina's techno-curse.

Trivial

It's the blood, too much lube, clean it off!

Trivial

Your shitty homemade gun jammed!

Easy

Of course there are. Show the machines and their OSTs some respect.

Trivial

You have a screwdriver. Hack and customise your hearing feature.

Easy

Consumer earpiece quality. Suboptimal, though it'll still work. Probably. Might goo you up a bit.

Formidable

Hack your eardrums.

Medium

Yes. Hard reset for the whole tram.

Challenging

Appears to be a Dolceola F33 hand grenade. Designed for anti-personnel use in close-quarters.

Medium

Contoured. Dynamic. Expressive -- a shining example of the form. Or at least it would be, if it hadn't been subjected to the inside of a ten year old's pocket.

Medium

Maybe an aftereffect of the shocking. Maybe the first symptom of your augmentoid ascendancy.

Medium

By god, the craftsmanship of it.

Formidable

Metal fingers grasping for ancient, decaying radio waves.

Medium

Spectrum analysers, amplifiers... Heavy-duty radio stuff.

Challenging

Your fingertips crackle. Too much current, not enough grounding.

Legendary

Hotwire the shelves.

Medium

Marinha-32, early 70s issue. Portofiran manufacturing. Built for municipal dredging, but this one's been heavily modded.

Medium

Their fidelity to the concept of fidelity is laudable.

Formidable

He exhibits no fear whatsoever... must be a very advanced model. Maybe even missile equipped. Be nice.

Challenging

In effect, a declaration.

Medium

A technofascist future dawns.

Trivial

Out of battery-juice.

Trivial

Easy

If it's foreign and lights up and/or vibrates, it might work.

Medium

Futuristic, yet legible. Cool.

Medium

This technology does not belong to your generation. You have stumbled by chance onto something that not even your grandchildren were meant to be looking at.

Medium

Its sheer grammage can barely be contained!

Impossible

Grammage is real. Just not detectable by any invented means.

Formidable

One side withers while the other remains the same -- into it, he pours the remainder of his own life.

Challenging

PVC skeleton with silicon skin overlay. Flexible polymer joints. Compressible chest plate. Designed to endure repeated trauma.

Medium

Stupid assignment getting in the way of the real shit.

Medium

It's not going anywhere. It wouldn't leave her side.

Challenging

Accessing these servers while she's plugged into them might allow you to see what she gave up.

Medium

She's a fucking queen.

Legendary

It's more than nice. This is the nastiest, most plague-ridden shit you've ever seen -- even if there's a bit of woo woo involved.