Leaning back in their chair, titanium finger twirling a piece of pure white hair around itself. Sighing. “Always something with the Corpses .. You'd think they'd fuck with Exotics, but it's always the Chrome Jocks— at least they pay well.”

Secret cyber-chasers.

People like to think I cybered up because I didn't like how I looked, or I had a bad childhood, blah, blah, blah. It's the new age, baby. Cybernetic enhancements are ( in ).

Shining titanium hands. Just about done charging.

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Are you really scared of a robot?

They stared at it for a moment before hiding behind the corner. They weren't programmed to outright approach others, even if they were like them. It was more of a safety, and money making, tactic. Their head turned back to watch it, red eyes glowing, listening. Nothing important.