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A runner named Six came to her door—an old food storage container retrofitted with a soldering bench and a shrine of orphaned hard drives. Six was young, with oil under his nails and a Panasonic Digi-Cam fused to his left eye socket. He carried something wrapped in a heating blanket: a black mirror the size of a palm.
The Hauler paused. Its optical sensors rotated. A runner named Six came to her door—an
It turned and left. The other two followed. A runner named Six came to her door—an