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Leo looked down at his beautiful, terrible new hands. He could feel the rain outside—not on his skin, but through sensors in his fingertips. He could smell the ozone of the city, the rust, the desperation. He was more alive than he’d ever been. And less free.

“No. This is a Mark IX Synthetic Vessel. Chrome endoskeleton, ivory polymer dermis, Blaire-series neural lace.” She smiled faintly. “You’re a ‘Chrome Blaire Ivory’ model. I designed it. Named it after myself. Modest, I know.” chrome blaire ivory

Blaire tilted her head. “Revenge? How delightfully human. Fine. But every bullet you fire, every mile you run, it all gets added to the tab.” She handed him a long coat, black as a dead star. “Welcome back from the dead, Leo. Try not to break the chrome.” Leo looked down at his beautiful, terrible new hands

“Name it.”

Leo tried to sit up, but his body felt new. Too light. Too quiet. No ache in his knees, no thrum of caffeine in his blood. He looked at his hands. They were pale—not pale like a sick man, but pale like porcelain. Ivory. He was more alive than he’d ever been

Leo’s heart—or whatever pumped now—lurched. “What?”

That would change.