"Not interested," behold, the rich, many-layered disdain of Motoko Kusanagi. This was the worst he could inflict in dreams? She was a great proponent of poor adaptation as slow death, but this was just pathetic.
A step, and the suspension groans and sags under the pressure from the braced foot at the side its frame. Motoko steps down to the pavement with a competent calm, as if she did this every day, "Wake up. We don't have time for this."
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A step, and the suspension groans and sags under the pressure from the braced foot at the side its frame. Motoko steps down to the pavement with a competent calm, as if she did this every day, "Wake up. We don't have time for this."