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What should I draw?
Let's see....Hm. The Kugelblitz test?
(You're joking.)
Why don't I get anything?
I can make you one too.
For free?
Depreciating my asset before it's even in my hands, I see.
Aren't you going to ask how old we are?
Why would he? We're here, we've lost the game
Ah...
(I've unintentionally insulted them. To die at a natural age is failure. Everyone wants a shell. They are dying poor.)
(How do I even salvage this? They ARE here, at a carehome, a place of losers!)
(I'll lean in to examine his face...)
(...and lie)
Are you in your 3rd century?
I totally pull off 300
He's just buttering you up
And you?
Guess.
(...he doesn't look right. Skin is taut in the wrong places.)
Second or third century. You have a shell.
The fuck? He was totally buttering me up!
So you won the game and you're still here?
Ohhh don't get him talking, you'll get a mouthful
Really?
My son designed some bullshit to bomb children in Prosma—I don't fucking know—for the S5 Cephalons. Made only enough XVI for one of us to get a shell. I was already one foot in my first carehome. So of course I watched 3 generations of my family die before me.
...Ancestral bootstrapping, I think they call it. It happens often.
They think that a second chance at life is enough to become a fucking billionare!
Look, Harper, the next time your brothers—shit—any one with money spares you even a look, NEVER let go of them.
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Why do you guys trade this stuff?
Bored.
Bored.
Harp
you ok???
Yeah he let me go
I'm going to work now
bro just come home
No I'll get fired
Can you find info on "Lucin Marrow"? He seems fixated on that name now.
Birthed me












Bro what
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