1 - Harley Ferris - Energie

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"Late on the bill, Jax," Harley said, his voice a gravelly monotone.

In this city, power wasn't just a utility—it was the only currency that didn’t lose value overnight. And Harley was the best collector in the business. Harley Ferris - Energie 1

"Please," Jax stammered, backing into a rack of humming processors. "The whole block depends on this link. If you pull the plug, the life-support in the hab-units goes dark."

He disappeared into the mist, a ghost in a machine that never slept. If you want to see where Harley's journey goes next: His confrontation with the Syndicate enforcers. A deeper look into his past before the cybernetics. Tell me which path you'd like to explore,

The air in the Energie 1 sector didn’t just smell like ozone; it tasted like copper and old regrets. Harley Ferris pulled his collar up against the neon drizzle, his cybernetic eye whirring as it adjusted to the low-light smog of the lower levels.

Harley reached the heavy pressurized door of the warehouse. He didn't knock. He tapped a sequence into his wrist-comm, sending a surge through the lock’s mag-seal. The door hissed open, revealing a cavernous room glowing with the sickly green light of overclocked servers. And Harley was the best collector in the business

A thin man with wires trailing from his temples jumped, nearly knocking over a canister of coolant. "Ferris! Look, I’m almost there. One more day and the data-mine pays out. I’ll double what I owe the Syndicate."