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The lean one withdrew the jack, pulse pounding. “Keep your credits. I wanted the feedlines.” A faint smile flickered. “Control is a kinder thing than money. You can buy comfort, but you can’t buy the way people speak to one another.”

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Neon rain hissed against the alley’s corrugated metal, each droplet fracturing the holo-sign that read PROMETHEUS ARENA. Two figures stood beneath it—one lean, cloaked in charcoal mesh; the other broader, motionless, a polished chrome visor reflecting the flicker of passing drones. “Control is a kinder thing than money