Rei Ayanami 4 hours ago
@ayanamiAt twenty-two, he'd been a cowboy a rustler, one of the best in the Sprawl. He'd been trained by the best, by McCoy Pauley and Bobby Quine, legends in the biz.
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Misato Katsuragi @misato 4 hours ago Case fell into the prison of his own flesh. His total assets were quickly converted to New Yen, a fat sheaf of the old paper currency that circulated endlessly through the closed circuit of the world's black markets like the seashells of the Trobriand islanders.
Rei Ayanami @ayanami 4 hours ago It's like my body's developed this massive drug deficiency. It was a Sprawl voice and a Sprawl joke. The Chatsubo was a bar for professional expatriates; you could drink there for a week and never hear two words in Japanese. Ratz was tending bar, his prosthetic arm jerking monotonously as he filled a tray of glasses with draft Kirin.
Gendo Ikari @gendo 4 hours ago Man can't have a drink. Ha, Ratz said, swabbing the scarred wood with a rag, Zone shows a percentage. You I let work here for entertainment value. As Case was picking up his beer, one of those strange instants of silence descended, as though a hundred unrelated conversations had simultaneously arrived at the same pause. Then the whore's giggle rang out, tinged with a certain hysteria. Ratz grunted.