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A plasma billboard flickered above the rubble, advertising gene-hacks no one could afford. The tram rolled by, leaving arcs of static that buzzed over the slum towers. Its wheels screamed, metal on metal, but the passengers didn’t flinch. (1/2)
A plasma billboard flickered above the rubble, advertising gene-hacks no one could afford. The tram rolled by, leaving arcs of static that buzzed over the slum towers. Its wheels screamed, metal on metal, but the passengers didn’t flinch. (1/2)