You're down to your last credits, you've got a weeks worth of instant coffee and dry noodles, and your deck is acting up. You take a walk to get out of that stuffy room you live in through the rain. Babbling voices in a dozen languages, bike tires cutting through rain, neon and cheap florescents buzzing at 60 hertz. You remember you've forgotten to buy more meds to keep your body mods in working order.
But you smile. 'Cause under all that failing structure around you, you're still here.

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