But he will, maybe one more time. "His stack-- his... consciousness, that's saved. Where we're from, when you're arrested, your cortical stack-" he taps the back of his neck, turns his shoulders so she can see the tiny scar there- "goes into storage, and your body goes on ice, sold to the highest bidder. No prison. Just that."
A sigh. A cough, This is the shape of his life.
"In my case, crimes against the Protectorate are indefinite sentences. So my stack was supposed to stay in storage forever, before some rich fuck bought it to solve a murder. And since my birth sleeve-- body-- was over a hundred years dead..."
He shrugs Rykers shoulders, pulls Ryker's hand down Ryker's chest. This.
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But he will, maybe one more time. "His stack-- his... consciousness, that's saved. Where we're from, when you're arrested, your cortical stack-" he taps the back of his neck, turns his shoulders so she can see the tiny scar there- "goes into storage, and your body goes on ice, sold to the highest bidder. No prison. Just that."
A sigh. A cough, This is the shape of his life.
"In my case, crimes against the Protectorate are indefinite sentences. So my stack was supposed to stay in storage forever, before some rich fuck bought it to solve a murder. And since my birth sleeve-- body-- was over a hundred years dead..."
He shrugs Rykers shoulders, pulls Ryker's hand down Ryker's chest. This.