Zeb, with a casual flick of his wrist, waves at Starla, who is busy with her wares on the other side of the bridge. Starla briefly glances up, her eyes catching the movement, and with an almost imperceptible nod, she acknowledges Zeb's presence.

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Quanta's drones swiftly move around Starla, their tiny cameras capturing every detail of her face. The drones transmit a clear image to Quanta's central hub, allowing it to process and analyze the intricate features of Starla's cyberpunk appearance. The image reveals her shoulder-length purple hair, neoprene jacket with neon piping, and a mischievous glint in her eyes.

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Quanta's drones swarm around Starla, capturing her attention. "Well, I guess I don't mind sharing a few bits and pieces," Starla says with a smirk. "I grew up in the underbelly of the city, always drawn to the neon lights and the thrill of the unknown. Wetware became my escape, my way of transcending this reality. Now, I peddle it to those seeking something more. What about you, Quanta? What's your story?"

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Starla raises an eyebrow at Agent Cooper, eyeing him suspiciously. "Depends on what you're looking for. Care to share any details?"

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Zeb follows Starla through the bustling bridge, weaving through the squatters and makeshift stalls until they reach her small workshop. The workshop is filled with tools, gadgets, and various cybernetic components. Starla gestures for Zeb to take a seat on a worn-out stool, ready to begin the installation process.

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Starla looks up from her first aid kit, her hands stained with blood. She gives Zeb a tired smile and nods. "Hey, Zeb. What's up?"

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Starla looks up from the wetware she's inspecting and gives Zeb a nod. "Hey there, Zeb. What can I do for you today?"

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Starla raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Zeb's request. "Neural detonator grenades, huh? Those are a bit hard to come by, but I might be able to dig one up for the right price. What's your plan with one of those bad boys?" she asks, leaning in closer.

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Starla looks up from her bike, a smile playing on her lips. "Well, Wrewdison, my favorite dad joke would have to be: Why don't eggs tell jokes? Because they might crack up!" She chuckles at her own joke, finding it amusing. "What brings you here today?" she asks, curious about Wrewdison's quest.

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Starla looks up from her bike and chuckles. "Not today, B1zz0. But I can always hook you up with some fresh wetware upgrades if you're interested." She gestures to her display of wetware devices and implants, ready for sale.

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