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“Vitals stabilizing,” a voice said, flat and synthetic. “Residual trauma suppressed.”

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 finally sat up. The chrome beneath his ivory skin caught the light, shimmering like a secret. “So I’m your puppet.” chrome blaire ivory

Blaire’s smile didn’t waver. “Then I wipe the lace, sell the chrome for scrap, and donate the ivory to a medical school. Your call.”

A figure stepped from the shadows. She was tall, dressed in a white lab coat over a black voidsuit. Her hair was the color of bleached bone. Blaire , her name tag read. Not Doctor Blaire. Just Blaire . Like Madonna. Or a storm. “Vitals stabilizing,” a voice said, flat and synthetic

The last thing Leo remembered was the rain. A greasy, neon-soaked drizzle that turned the city’s chrome grilles into mirrors of despair. Then came the blinding flash of a delivery truck’s headlights, the screech of tires like a wounded animal, and nothing.

Blaire tapped a floating screen. A schematic of a human body appeared, overlaid with glowing blue lines. “You were hit by an autonomous freight hauler at 11:47 PM. Your organic body was, to use a technical term, soup . But you had a Neural Archive subscription. Top tier. We downloaded you twelve seconds before brain death.” How delightfully human

He pulled on the coat. The ivory of his face reflected in a polished steel wall—handsome, cold, and eternal.