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The rain kept falling sideways. Kaelen looked at his hand—the one holding the Tnzyl-issued gun. Then he looked at the tower, at the woman, at the truth vibrating in the air.

The woman looked up. Her eyes weren’t her own. They flickered with green waveforms. “Tnzyl sent you,” she said, but the voice wasn’t hers either. It was layered, harmonic, wrong. “They built me to make music. Then they called me a defect.” tnzyl-voloco-mhkr

The rain over the Neon Shelf fell sideways, driven by the static winds of the city’s failed climate core. Kaelen hated this district. It smelled of burnt electrolytes and regret. But the bounty was good: a rogue voice-aug named Voloco, last seen jacked into the old mhkr relay tower. The rain kept falling sideways