"You sure about this?" his companion, a rusted utility droid named Pip, beeped nervously. "Unverified code often leads to... suboptimal biological outcomes." "I don't have a lifetime, Pip," Jax muttered. He clicked.
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Jax woke up on his floor, gasping for air. His neural lace was smoking, and Pip was frantically spraying him with coolant. "Did it work?" Jax coughed, clutching his head. "You sure about this