I turned the case over. The light caught the reflection. Praxis’s second-in-command, a hulking man named Dreg, unholstered a crude arc-projector. “If that’s real,” Dreg rumbled, “the Dolby Atmos data alone is worth—“
“The pump is a rumor,” I said.
Three scavvers entered. Their leader, a woman named Praxis, had a retinal display fused to her skull—a useless fossil, since no satellites worked anymore. She wore it like a crown of thorns. 1080p dual audio