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While trying to win back the love of his life, John struggles to keep his identity in a world of continuous plastic surgery.

You and I

A body lay in front of you. Prodding his fleshy neck with a finger, you examined him for any signs of a pulse. Puke and drool dribbled onto the sidewalk, and his blue skin was tinted sepia by the streetlights. These, you understood, were the signs of an overdose. This information, however, couldn't explain the blood oozing out of the hole in the back of his head and the twisted, smoking circuits that the hole revealed. Fragments of a central processor unit had melted onto his gray matter, warping the web of copper wires and neural lacing that threaded through his skull. SYNTAX ERROR could find no information on this phenomena.