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"I know what it is." He tilted his head. "You were a lab baby, Olivia. ARC Industries. Before they went under. Before they scrubbed the records. That file contains the genetic donor list. Your biological parents. Why they made you. What they wanted you to become."

She stood under the awning of a shuttered synth-repair shop, the collar of her faux-leather jacket turned up, her reflection fractured in a dozen wet windows. Her hair—once a brilliant, defiant pink—now hung in dull rose strands, darkened by months of cheap dye and cheaper decisions. debt4k olivia sparkle

The number hit her like a slap. Four thousand. Exactly what she owed. Exactly what would make the buzzing stop. "I know what it is