By J. Vega
But Ric0h always collects more than money. He takes a “souvenir”: a fingernail, a retinal scan, a voice-print. No one knows what he’s building with the collection. The latest whisper in the data-broker dens is that Ric0h is no longer just modifying humans. He’s trying to back up a human consciousness—his own—onto wetware that can survive death. The corruption, some say, was never about money or madness.
In the sprawling, rain-slicked underbelly of Neo-Tokyo’s medical district, there is a clinic that doesn’t appear on any map. It has no waiting room magazines, no receptionist, and no hygiene rating. Behind its rusted door sits a ghost in a tattered lab coat: , once a pioneering trauma surgeon, now the underworld’s most feared and sought-after “fixer.”
