Techies and Their Tech

[Mr.Ling]

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Ling saw his cloud of error codes before he saw him. It was like a bad omen hung over him, if not a curse from a machine god or worse. His augmented eye hit it's power cap and began reducing it's processes, and once again Ling's habit of undervolting to avoid overloading came in handy. Ironically, Ling was certain this was his man because the incompatibility error hash matched the one on his communication signals. As he stood up and walked perfectly silently towards him, he couldn't help but wonder if the red text cascading from the freelancer was a warning from above...

Yeah, right. As if heaven would help a man who doesn't help himself.

Ling had mentally measured his distance. Close enough to not be overheard in any meaningful capacity, but far enough to not startle his objective by appearing out of nowhere. "You know, when you said you were "full of augments", I was expecting maybe a few internal organs and some limbs, not Dr. Auxostein's Monster", he said as he lit his next cigar. "If your ship's compatibility errors look any worse than yours, a simple OS ain't gonna fix it."

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