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Kael didn't look up. He knew the voice. It was Jax, a scavenger who traded in memories.

A progress bar appeared in his vision, glowing a soft, archaic blue:

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Kael pulled the chip out, the golden sunlight fading from his mind. "It's the reason we keep trying," he said, tucking the small weight back into his pocket. "It's a map back home."

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"What is it?" Jax asked, leaning in, his cybernetic eye whirring.

The world around him flickered. The smell of synthetic ozone vanished, replaced by the scent of salt air and drying grass. For a split second, he wasn't in a cramped, metallic slum. He was standing on a cliffside, watching a sun that wasn't filtered through smog. A progress bar appeared in his vision, glowing

The rain didn't just fall in Sector 7; it hummed. It was a digital drizzle, a byproduct of the massive cooling fans overhead that kept the city's central processor from melting down.