He stepped out of the cyborg dream, his entire nervous system (born and grown alike) still tingled like the last tingle of sex.

Chim had been shaking him; her silvery blue eyes were wide with the fear.

“Wake up! They’re on to us!” She jabbed a shabu into her neck to take some of the edge of the reds off.

He rolled his eyes inwards to check his telemetry. Yup. Sixteen cruisers coming in hot down Shibuya Gardens.

“Fuck we gonna do, Fuser?”

Fuser grinned; it was the hot, psychotic monkeygrin of a habitual shabu addict with nothing left to lose but the run.

“Chim? It’s cowboy time.” He drew two Meistersinger 15mm autopistols from his flight rig (not that he’d ever flown; he regretted that now).

Chim had never been so turned on in her life, though she’d never admit it. She grabbed him, and kissed him hard, even as she pulled her own Tannhauser from between her tits.