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The neon pulse of the "Soul-Prop" warehouse flickered against the rain-slicked pavement as Kael stepped inside, his palms sweating.

The clerk tapped a screen, and a heavy hydraulic door hissed open. Inside, bathed in sterile white light, sat Lucy. She looked hauntingly human, dressed in a simple linen shift, her synthetic hair the color of spun copper. As Kael approached, her head tilted, and her pupils dilated—a perfect imitation of biological recognition. buy lucy

At the counter sat a woman with holographic eyes and a smile that didn't reach them. "You're here for the L-300 series? The 'Lucy' model?" The neon pulse of the "Soul-Prop" warehouse flickered

Kael nodded, sliding his credit-chip across the scratched metal. "The ad said she has authentic empathy. Not just the programmed loops." bathed in sterile white light