Shinji Ikari 4 hours ago
@shinji
She was wearing faded French orbital fatigues and new white sneakers. I been lookin' for you, man. She took a seat opposite him, her elbows on the table. The sleeves of the blue zip suit had been ripped out at the shoulders; he automatically checked her arms for signs of terms or the needle. Want a cigarette? She dug a crumpled pack of Yeheyuan filters from an ankle pocket and offered him one.
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Rei Ayanami @ayanami 4 hours ago His ugliness was the stuff of legend. In an age of affordable beauty, there was something heraldic about his lack of it. The antique arm whined as he reached for another mug. It was a Russian military prosthesis, a seven-function force-feedback manipulator, cased in grubby pink plastic.
Rei Ayanami @ayanami 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.