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"Seventh Freedom is gone," Fitgirl whispered. "So are the RePackers."

"Seventh Freedom," Fisher said.

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On the helipad, with rain (real now—the simulation had collapsed) soaking his suit, Fisher jumped.

Fisher didn't answer. He moved.

"How baseline?"

He crouched in the shadow of a rusted turbine, his Mk V Tac Suit drinking the ambient humidity. The Chaos Theory engine—repacked, stripped of DRM and geofencing by a ghost named Fitgirl—hummed in his cochlear implant. Not the official Fifth Freedom. Something leaner. Meaner. High quality. "Seventh Freedom is gone," Fitgirl whispered

Fisher peeled off his balaclava. "And my Fifth Freedom?"