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Rowdy’s motor ticked. A relay inside his chassis closed with a soft thump . His headlight pulsed—once, twice—like a heartbeat.

He slowed in front of the loading dock’s edge. Beyond, the city stretched out—streetlights like distant stars, empty roads, and the vast, sleeping suburbs.

Three names carved themselves into the air like frost, and then the room returned to ordinary night. Lark sighed and fell asleep, thumb loose in her mouth. Miri lay there and felt, for a moment, the entire building breathe with her. million baby riding part 1

Repo, for Kael, meant being dismantled for parts.

Kael’s first mistake was breathing.

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It was faint, muffled by layers of steel and glass, but unmistakable. A baby’s cry. Rowdy’s motor ticked

He didn’t ask for it. His mother, a brilliant but reckless bio-coder, had uploaded her entire consciousness—and her crushing debts—into his neural lace the night the Enforcers came for her. Now a billion credits worth of interest blinked red in the corner of his vision, and a timer counted down: 72 hours until repo.