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[ Judging by the tired-of-this-shit look on Shepard's face, she's finally biting some kind of bullet when she shoves the back of her hair up and lifts the camera to see the back of her metal Outer Authorities collar. The hand pushing her hair aside lets go of it in favor of taking hold of the collar and trying to give it a wiggle. It doesn't budge, clearly fused to the back of her spine. ]
I want this thing the hell off me. If any of you med-tech types need a pet project, get in touch.
[ And that's it. The feed cuts off there. ]
I want this thing the hell off me. If any of you med-tech types need a pet project, get in touch.
[ And that's it. The feed cuts off there. ]