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  <title>wetware softhack</title>
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    <title>Abdications of Flesh</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a href="https://kether.dreamwidth.org/1008.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Uptake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="https://kether.dreamwidth.org/6467.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;With Symbiotic Self-Indulgence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Book III, Chapter 1. Next chapter currently MIA: &lt;a href="https://kether.dreamwidth.org/7081.html"&gt;Go to next available chapter&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TW: Drugs, police brutality mention, dysmorphia.&lt;hr&gt;Disconnection became the peristaltic pulse of Tri-City in the wake of the permanent quarantine. The ghosts of the Stalkers’ Quarter reached out and up from the imposing hundred-yard walls which confined it, a glaring neon Wolfram concrete warning to anyone who might wonder what might lay within an entryless barrier. In mere months, the supersaturation of public guilt left citizens complacent to a shared commiseration that it had to be done, that there was no other way; and in the wake of dispassionate transgressions, came a vast and opportunistic multitude of nepenthe. City laws evolved rapidly to meet the needs–and demands–of the masses. Everyone nursed their own personal set of vices. 24-hour liquor stores and bars bloomed up overnight, and over time other more creative maladaptive indulgences became equally commonplace.&lt;p&gt;Suddenly, more than any other point in the history of their lives, everyone wanted to be anyone but themselves. Industry could adapt. Industry could provide.&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://kether.dreamwidth.org/6772.html#cutid1"&gt;Read more...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kether&amp;ditemid=6772" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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