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“I named a second chance after myself,” she corrected. “The chrome is for durability. The ivory is for beauty. The Blaire is for control. Without my neural architecture, your uploaded mind would shatter into digital confetti in about six hours.”

He read the fine print. It was worse than any loan shark’s deal. But the alternative was the void. The real void, not the digital one.

Chrome. Blaire. Ivory.

That would change.

“Where am I?” His voice echoed strangely. chrome blaire ivory

“Vitals stabilizing,” a voice said, flat and synthetic. “Residual trauma suppressed.”

“One condition,” he said.

Blaire’s smile didn’t waver. “Then I wipe the lace, sell the chrome for scrap, and donate the ivory to a medical school. Your call.”