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A sliver of ジェイコブ, reclining against the 洞くつ 壁. The 光 is meant to reveal. Or scan? ジェイコブ shivers, remembering for only a split second his only experience in the Human Scanner, back at the Human Hospital, where they looked all through him for nodes or clumps of history, and found only liquids and healthy softs, transparent in the radiogrammatic moonlight of the computer image. |
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