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Cinja sees the corpo's access card in his hand and two guards standing in front of him. The guards are burly and have short haircuts. They wear black uniforms with the logo of the corporation on their sleeves. One of them has a scar above his left eyebrow. They look at Cinja with suspicion.
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Null sees Cinja standing on a busy street, looking at a falafel cart. The man has a tall, slim build, a ponytail, and shaved sides. The falafel guy, with a mustache, stands next to his food cart. The street is dark, with club lights reflecting off low clouds. A classic payphone is nearby.
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Cinja emerges from a dark alleyway into a more upscale part of Downtown. The streets are busy with people coming and going from high-end bars and restaurants. The air is damp and the lights of the city reflect off low clouds overhead. A mustached man sells falafel from a small cart nearby. Cinja quickly makes his way towards the north exit, passing a classic rotary dial payphone in a phone booth with a folding glass door.
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Cinja, a tall man with a ponytail and shaved sides, retrieves a quarter from a payphone coin slot. He inspects a mysterious dataport, with no labels or buttons, in the damp city night. Nearby, a falafel guy sells his delicious food.
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Cinja, a tall man in a patchy trench coat, notices a classic rotary dial payphone in a phone booth with a folding glass door. A quarter sits in the coin return, and a cult of the dead cow sticker is stuck on the outside. He sees a mysterious dataport that shouldn't be on a phone this old. The alley is dimly lit, damp, and littered with trash. Thumping music and people partying can be heard from nearby nightclubs.
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Cinja stands in a dimly lit alleyway surrounded by rowdy individuals. One of them attempts to punch him, but he dodges. Trash litters the edges of the alley and thumping music can be heard from nearby nightclubs. A classic rotary dial payphone is nearby. Falafel guy stands next to a small food cart.
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Cinja pulls out a fluorescent pink minidisc from his pocket. The label reads "Secrets.txt" in bold Sharpie marker. The minidisc can only be played with a minidisc player. In the background, a grimey alley is lit by a flickering lightbulb. A black goat, obsessed with the occult, bleats loudly as he speaks.
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Cinja sees the dimly lit Chatsubo, with its long wooden bar and loud electronic music. Ratz, the gruff bartender with a robotic arm, prepares a drink. A drunk man sleeps in a pool of drool. Cinja contemplates leaving through one of two exits. Nearby is a sleek black Ono Sendai Cyberspace 7 cyberdeck.
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Cinja gazes at the Ono Sendai Cyberspace 7 cyberdeck, admiring its sleek black design and green and red LEDs. He notes the terry sweatband that comes with it and the dermatrodes that can be attached to the skull. Cinja realizes that this cyberdeck is meant for direct jacking into cyberspace.
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Cinja's fingers drum impatiently on the wooden bar as he waits for his drink. He fidgets with a quarter, rolling it between his fingers and spinning it on the countertop. His attention is drawn to a shiny quarter in the coin return of a rotary dial payphone with a cult of the dead cow sticker on the glass door. The dimly lit bar is filled with loud electronic music and deck jockeys looking for gigs. Ratz, the gruff bartender with a robotic arm, greets everyone as "Herr." A drunk man sleeps in a pool of drool nearby.