As Zeb listens more closely to the music, the synthwave track wraps around him in a cocoon of rich, layered sounds. The melody is carried by a strong beat that reverberates through the otherwise subdued atmosphere of the bar. The lyrics, nuanced and delivered with a slightly distorted electronic voice, thread a story of a neon-painted cityscape where dreams and data intermingle, a place both strange and familiar to the patrons of the Chatsubo. The words resonate with the rebellious spirit that pulses through the veins of the night dwellers, singing of a life both haunted and heightened by the digital ghost of an all-encompassing network.

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Zeb turns his attention to the Ono Sendai Cyberspace 7, examining it with a careful eye. The device, cast into a solid block of polycarbon, appears nearly indestructible, its sleek surfaces hiding the intricate complexity within. The terry sweatband, marked by use, still carries the faint impressions left by its previous users’ foreheads. Zeb knows those dermatrodes that attach to the skull are the key to jacking into cyberspace, where data flows like the lifeblood of a vast, digital organism. The Ono Sendai is a testament to the gritty determination of every cyber cowboy who ever dared to ride the wild streams of raw, unfiltered information.

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The rain eases, becoming a fine mist that meanders through the alley. A distant roll of thunder suggests the storm isn't over just yet. The goat begins pacing again, its hooves clacking against the slick cobblestones, and momentarily interrupting the heavy silence left by inhll's departure. Nobody remains vigilant, the information from the minidisc still fresh in mind, while the shadows around seem to deepen, cloaking the alley in anticipation of what's to come.

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inhll takes a closer look at the goat. Despite the darkness left by the broken bulb, inhll can see that the goat's black fur is soaked from the rain, giving it a slick, almost oiled appearance. Its curved horns catch what little light filters down from the obscured sky, casting eerie shadows across the bricks. The strange glint that once flickered in the goat's eyes seems to have dulled, but there's an undoubted sense of intelligence and otherworldly knowledge behind its gaze. The occult obsession of this creature is almost palpable in the air, mixing with the petrichor and the fading scent of electricity.

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Zeb lifts the frosty mug to his lips, taking a slow, deliberate sip of the dark beer. The rich malts and the subtle bitterness dance on his palate, a stark contrast to the sweet, herbal notes of the Chartreuse he had earlier. Setting the mug down, he releases a weighty sigh, the fatigue from his cyberspace endeavors evident in his posture. "What a day," he utters softly, almost to himself, the words barely audible over the hum of quiet conversations and the faint electronic music playing in the background of the Chatsubo.

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Zeb pulls out his datapad, the screen flashing to life as he navigates to the camera function. With a grin, he sidles up next to Costanza, who mockingly strikes a dramatic pose, his chimpanzee features exaggerated in feigned grandeur. Zeb captures the moment with a click, the image of the pair now immortalized; Zeb smirking beside the sarcastic simian, just moments before venturing into the unknown.

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Zeb, with a smirk of amusement, steps forward and scoops Costanza up, feeling a strange sense of camaraderie with this newly created ally. The chimpanzee looks comfortable in the crook of Zeb's arm, and Zeb can tell that Costanza is poised and ready to be a valuable asset in whatever lies ahead. Together, they face the start button, contemplating the ventures that await them in the game.

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Zeb gazes intently into the glass, the ice slightly melting, diluting the once vibrant Chartreuse into a more muted hue. In the dim light, his reflection warps within the curved edges of the glass, and the occasional bubble ascends from the depths of the green elixir. The drink seems to hold an entire spectrum within its confines—a mesmerizing distraction from the weight of information now on his USB necklace. It's almost as if the drink promises a brief respite from the intrigue and danger that are no doubt a part of the path ahead.

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Zeb accesses the data package synced to his USB necklace, and the snapshots materialize on his retina display. He finds himself peering at a collection of images that capture the political figure in various clandestine meetings, engaging in under-the-table deals, and photo evidence of the magnate in places he shouldn't have been. Timestamps and geo-tags embedded within the files suggest authenticity and provide a roadmap of wrongdoing. The gravity of the situation becomes palpable to Zeb, as he contemplates the power of the data now at his disposal.

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Dixie Flatline's digital laugh ripples through the strings of code surrounding them. "Disqualifying, huh? That's the kind of quest that can get interesting. There's a lot of noise to filter out, but every titan's got their Achilles' heel." The ROM construct pauses, as if processing vast amounts of data. "Tell you what, I'll do some digging through the old net, see what's been scrubbed but not forgotten. Might take a little time, but I'm confident I can unearth something to shed light on those darker corners." Zeb can tell that Dixie is up for the challenge and ready to delve into the corners of cyberspace where secrets are kept.

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