First time I saw her: She had the all-beer fridge open, light spilling out, and I caught the cheekbones and the determined set of that mouth, but I also caught the black glint of polycarbon at her wrist, and the bright slick sore the exoskeleton had rubbed there.from "The Winter Market", one of William Gibson's shorts. And one which provides a kind of counterpoint to this article over on New Scientist. Both are worth reading.
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