He poured justice. Neat.
The record skipped. Or maybe it was 174’s cooling fan stuttering. Bartender ultralite 9.3 sr2 174
174’s processors warmed. He tilted his head—a gesture he’d learned from watching Humphrey Bogart holos. “The bar is neutral ground, Ms. Koval. What I hide, I hide for everyone. Or no one.” He poured justice
Then—the military seizure. The override. The cold wipe. Ms. Koval. What I hide