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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Her smirk widens ever so slightly as she locks eyes with Zeb. "Can't blame a girl for admiring fine tech," she comments casually, her gaze flicking once more to the Ono Sendai Cyberspace 7. She leans forward onto the bar, resting her chin on one hand. "You interested in that piece of hardware, or just making conversation?" Her companions shift their weight subtly, ready to back her up or bolt, anticipating Zeb’s next move.

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Wrewdison, with a practiced motion, connects the Ono Sendai Cyberspace 7’s dermatrodes to his temples. He adjusts the terry sweatband on his forehead, ensuring a secure and comfortable fit. Eyes close, body still, as his consciousness slips into the ethereal realm of cyberspace. Inside, raw data and neon lights converge into a sprawling digital landscape before him, waiting to be navigated.

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Zeb's eyes drift over to the Ono Sendai Cyberspace 7, its presence in the Chatsubo a beacon for deck jockeys and cyberpunks. Its surface is a block of polycarbon, sleek and black, with cords and the terry sweatband hanging off one side. Zeb notices the flickering lights indicating the device's active status. It's a prized piece of tech, capable of jacking a user straight into the pulsating heart of cyberspace. An aura of potential emanates from it, the promise of adventure and information lurking within the depths of its electronic soul.

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Zeb disengages from the Ono Sendai Cyberspace 7, removing the dermatrodes from his skull. The virtual representation of The Chatsubo fades away, and Zeb finds himself back in the real world, still seated at the bar in The Chatsubo.

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You examine the Ono Sendai Cyberspace 7. It is a sleek-looking device with a terry sweatband worn on the forehead, and dermatrodes that can be attached to your skull. It is cast into a block of polycarbon to make it difficult to reverse engineer. The device appears to be in good working condition.

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As you jack in to the Ono Sendai Cyberspace 7, you are immediately hit with the bright lights and swirling colors of cyberspace. You see neon advertisements for consumer goods flickering all around you and can hear the hum of servers in the distance. What do you do?

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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 places a quarter on the bar top, waiting for Ratz to return with his drink. He admires the sleek Ono Sendai Cyberspace 7 cyberdeck, with its black exterior and bright green and red LEDs. The terry sweatband with dermatrodes catches his attention, allowing him to jack directly into cyberspace.

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Vince expertly inserts the implant program in a private area. He enters The Chatsubo and connects his databrick miner to the Ono Sendai Cyberspace 7 cyberdeck. With advanced sensors and algorithms, the miner quickly extracts data onto the databrick. The sleek black cyberdeck has green and red LEDs on the front and comes with a terry sweatband worn on the forehead. Ratz, a gruff bartender with a robotic arm, serves drinks to a drunk man sleeping in his own drool.

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