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A hooded girl knocks on the door; one of a million identical cubes. It opens. Inside is another girl, repairing her own leg on the table.
The walls are covered in the minuscule cityscapes of motherboards, chips, circuitry, dust.
"Eye got shot out," she announces casually, showing the blasted wound around her empty socket.
"Again?" The other turns and sighs, reattaching her leg and stepping over to a drawer-- full of eyes.
"Don't worry, brought a trade." Hooded one holds out a bag with a single eye, civilian grade.
"Ah, I see," says the other. "An eye for an eye."