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She considered me, the way a merchant considers a coin. “No. But fear’s useful. I’ll take it on trade. Fifteen units of credit and the injector, but you bring me Solace’s first full tank when she dies.”

“A whiskey and a prayer,” I said, and let the word lie.

“Then die,” the voice said.

“You blackmailed me,” I said.

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“No,” I said. The V8 thrummed under me like a beetle ready to flip. “You’re wrong. The sun favors what we keep alive.”

The hulks screeched—not in pain but in data overload. Their welded tissues twitched, corrupted by the unexpected presence of the very stimulant they’d tried to use. Systems designed to accept and regulate spilled into each other like crossed wires. Their own hearts—if one could call the latticework within them hearts—reacted poorly to the raw, uncontrolled animo fumes. Some fell to their knees, convulsing in spasm-like stutters. Others, brutal and uncomprehending, detonated as internal lines ruptured. She considered me, the way a merchant considers a coin

“You brought it?” she asked before I could speak.