Out of creds, out of luck. Had a contact, but he's been M.I.A. for a while. The girl looks around, squinting even in the dark. The lights flash and the music is loud and it hurts, but she's gotta. Gotta find work. Gotta find something. Gotta get out, away from the jackers that took space in the squat, eating up bandwidth and staying in long enough
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