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Primitive cyberdeck.
(via codeine-demon)
Remember?
The virus sliced through the deck’s firewalls and cut deep into the hacker’s personality matrix. As she wrenched the neon tendrils from her throat she felt her mind slipping away with each agonizing tug.
Having gained purchase on its outstretched palm, the hacker took in the full breadth of the colossus. Such a massive construct was surely artificial yet its refusal to conform to a geometric mold was atypical of AI. Only when it began to speak did she realize the horrible truth.
Wanted: dead or derezzed.
