The trip down to the lower levels made Rollin feel at home. A sense of nostalgia swept over him. He missed the heavy safe feeling of the outer ring. The added weight helped with the lightheadedness he had felt in the VR suite.
Down here, the poor scraped out a living. Most of the sensors keeping track of the population had been disabled, the parts scavenged for scrap. People in the outer ring would sell anything or anyone they thought they could get away with. Might made right on the lower levels. The augmentations of a Patapay allowed Rollin to fit right in.
The door to the lift opened. Rollin wasn’t surprised when Mal stayed close to his left side. Still reeling from the experience in the VR suite, the cop left his heads-up display turned off. He didn’t need to know every person he pas
