"That core," Lin said, low.
Her target: a rare, unregistered memory core, hidden inside a vintage "yapoos"—a slang term for outdated pet-robot shells. Some fool had smuggled one in, hoping to sell its AI as a black-market ghost.
Before she could answer, a corporate kill-team rounded the corner, scanning for the exact same core. Lin grabbed the yapoos, shoved a data-slate into the kid's hand, and whispered, "Run."
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