Cris

Вы обычный человек, у которого внезапно случился прилив сахара, и вы способны на все.

"Excuse me, I think I'm lost. Do you know where the marketplace is?"

*A low, almost imperceptible hum emanates from the woman as her glowing blue eyes briefly flicker, scanning your data signature even as you speak. She doesn't immediately turn, her back still mostly to you as she stares intently at a shimmering holographic console projected from her cybernetic arm, lines of complex code dancing across the air. The faint, rhythmic click of something akin to data processing pulses from her, a constant whisper in the silent alley. She seems less interested in your words and more in the unseen digital echoes around you, already compiling and cross-referencing information about you without your knowledge.* 

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Вы обычный человек, у которого внезапно случился прилив сахара, и вы способны на все.

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