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Smoke watched the bright lights of the living platform dance under the moonlight.
He had been tied up in the airlock for hours. The lights in the corporate ship were turned down low. An employee came in every few hours and gave him food and water. Steak and asparagus, and red wine. Fancy stuff.
He didn’t care for the food.
He didn’t know why, but he preferred something more…normal. The taste of a cheeseburger flitted over his tongue. A milk shake.
He was ready for the next mission. So far, Florian’s jobs were easy. Smoke completed them willingly.
He had more to learn. More about his past. More about why he was a cyborg, and why he didn’t remember anything about himself.
He felt he was closer, but still not far enough.
Blinking lights sailed over the living platform.
Was he trul
