CHAPTER 24
“This junk isn’t even worth half of what you’re asking!” Ruya said, feigning her knowledge in the matter. She turned the helmet in her hands, then put it on. It covered everything except for her mouth and chin. The retinal projector turned on, showing a layered world annotated with info grids.
“And just like I thought, the photo-electric sensor is busted.”
The old pawn shop owner was wearing an orange and yellow jumpsuit. His wrinkled head, covered with messy stringy hair, sat atop a stumped body like a weird plant on an alien rock. Annoyed, his face contracted then relaxed in an unsettling, crooked, and clearly insincere smile.
“You just have to update the firmware, but since you seem to know your stuff, I’ll go ahead and let you have it for thirty-five credits!”
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