[kavinsky's robotically helmeted head turns a few degrees to the right to study the train in question. inside the hud, information races vertically up and horizontally across. well, if they aren't fucked. fate tech is obstinate.
the only distraction that gets him is another rumble of the ground, the station overhead. his head jerks back; he looks up. the structural integrity of this place is going to shit; he's thinking fast. david is-- awhile from cracking the code.]
'Our biokinetic,' [he repeats.] That what we calling him now?
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the only distraction that gets him is another rumble of the ground, the station overhead. his head jerks back; he looks up. the structural integrity of this place is going to shit; he's thinking fast. david is-- awhile from cracking the code.]
'Our biokinetic,' [he repeats.] That what we calling him now?