Shinji Ikari 4 hours ago
@shinjiGive me the mainland for a nerve job any day. Fix you right, mate.... Now that, Case said to his glass, all his bitterness suddenly rising in him like bile, that is so much bullshit. The Japanese had already forgotten more neurosurgery than the Chinese had ever known. The black clinics of Chiba were the cutting edge, whole bodies of technique supplanted monthly, and still they couldn't repair the damage he'd suffered in that Memphis hotel. A year here and he still dreamed of cyberspace, hope fading nightly.
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Misato Katsuragi @misato 4 hours ago Take it. I got more coming, he lied, as he watched his New Yen vanish into a zippered pocket.
Rei Ayanami @ayanami 4 hours ago The damage was minute, subtle, and utterly effective. For Case, who'd lived for the bodiless exultation of cyberspace, it was the Fall. In the bars he'd frequented as a cowboy hotshot, the elite stance involved a certain relaxed contempt for the flesh. The body was meat.
Rei Ayanami @ayanami 4 hours ago An angel passed. The Chinese, bellowed a drunken Australian, Chinese bloody invented nerve-splicing. Give me the mainland for a nerve job any day. Fix you right, mate.... Now that, Case said to his glass, all his bitterness suddenly rising in him like bile, that is so much bullshit. The Japanese had already forgotten more neurosurgery than the Chinese had ever known. The black clinics of Chiba were the cutting edge, whole bodies of technique supplanted monthly, and still they couldn't repair the damage he'd suffered in that Memphis hotel.