Chrome Blaire Ivory //free\\ -

Blaire tilted her head. “Revenge? How delightfully human. Fine. But every bullet you fire, every mile you run, it all gets added to the tab.” She handed him a long coat, black as a dead star. “Welcome back from the dead, Leo. Try not to break the chrome.”

Panic should have flooded him. But the Blaire-series lace filtered it, smoothing his fear into a dull hum. “You named a robot body after yourself?” chrome blaire ivory

Blaire’s smile didn’t waver. “Then I wipe the lace, sell the chrome for scrap, and donate the ivory to a medical school. Your call.” Blaire tilted her head

Chrome. Blaire. Ivory.

“I named a second chance after myself,” she corrected. “The chrome is for durability. The ivory is for beauty. The Blaire is for control. Without my neural architecture, your uploaded mind would shatter into digital confetti in about six hours.” Try not to break the chrome

“And if I refuse?”