"A city this advanced definitely has neuro-tech on offer. You could go get a chip, if you really wanted," Lucy says, an amused little drawl underlining her words.
The thing is, though, she's not sure he'd need to. It may be that this technology path they're both on will eventually offer the same functionality without the need for physical implants. That's just a guess on Lucy's part, but they've already made her compatible with the city's technology without rewiring or having to replace any of her parts, so she's thinking the tech here is on a whole new level above what she's used to.
There's something... beautiful about the technology here. Something that flirts with being organic, or magic, or both. It's far away from the grunge and the grit and the bloodied steel of Night City.
"That's probably a better idea," she admits, leaning back in her chair. Shedding glitter as she moves. She's been trying to crack this case all by herself, but she just doesn't have the knowledge of magic necessary. And Atlas probably didn't know either, or he would have solved it himself rather than ask for help. "Maybe we could go ask at a nearby cafe? They'd probably know a lot more about magic food than we do."
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The thing is, though, she's not sure he'd need to. It may be that this technology path they're both on will eventually offer the same functionality without the need for physical implants. That's just a guess on Lucy's part, but they've already made her compatible with the city's technology without rewiring or having to replace any of her parts, so she's thinking the tech here is on a whole new level above what she's used to.
There's something... beautiful about the technology here. Something that flirts with being organic, or magic, or both. It's far away from the grunge and the grit and the bloodied steel of Night City.
"That's probably a better idea," she admits, leaning back in her chair. Shedding glitter as she moves. She's been trying to crack this case all by herself, but she just doesn't have the knowledge of magic necessary. And Atlas probably didn't know either, or he would have solved it himself rather than ask for help. "Maybe we could go ask at a nearby cafe? They'd probably know a lot more about magic food than we do."