Chapter 30

The delicate ring-shaped automated surgical instrument was repairing the damage to Lynn Cross’s cyberarm.

Ripperdocs in Dogtown were always rough around the edges, and their clinics were usually rundown. Even the ripperdocs at the Stadium used modified bathrooms as clinics.

“This chrome of yours is pretty new. Shame it got shot up. Looks like your last ripperdoc was an honest one.”