Corpo or not, without chrome we all look like the same idiotic, bullet-riddled sacks of meat.

There once were two sisters, Night and Death,
Death large, and Night small,
Night had the beauty of dreams, while Death,
Death was most lovely of all -

Hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny!
Death was most lovely of all.

Yeah, who needs creepy, nosy cab drivers when you've got a clean AI to get you from point A to point B in style?

Another sinner finds himself in the place he belongs to. A trunk.
Gustavo now suffers the purgatory he deserves. And perhaps has a moment to examine his conscience. Let's hope he finds it before the trunk opens back up.

Didn't go through hell and back just to stand in front of a door.