"Hmm."

"It's much better than when I was wearing something that looked like a baby carrier. If you don't look closely, it's hard to tell that it's cyberware. What do you think?"

"Everything else is the same, but I don't like the fact that the artificial limbs can't keep up with the reaction speed. I guess I can't help it."

"It's like you're making up for the agility with enough firepower? That's not bad, but it must be quite a headache when your body can't keep up with the reaction."

"Hey, don't get hurt."

Mid-May 2033, Jacksonville, Florida HQ secret laboratory.

Inside the large white laboratory that reminded me more of DARPA than Florida, Morrison was moving his body around with a slightly uncomfortable expression.