He left a remark, stood up, the magnetic door swung open, and only then did he notice the two girls standing at the end of the corridor smoking, scrutinizing John's crotch with a penetrating look.
Gino's voice came from behind.
"I asked Jilead for the contact of an intermediary. Did some online gig last night, decent payoff. There might be better job opportunities ahead, but I didn't reveal personal information, kept it prudent..."
John turned and looked at the room.
Gino sat on the couch, moved his arm away from covering his face to reveal a smiling expression.
John nodded and returned the smile.
"Good."
He left.
Since John hadn't mentioned it himself, Gino didn't ask—whether the Serum had helped.
Death is cruel.
Farewells in Eden City are usually silent.
Gino recalled John's previous mutterings and that strange chip—perhaps some kind of virtual companion, a device for mental solace.
"Ah... Poor John, always driven to madness."
[Eden City—West District Edge]
