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

Swap meat for chrome, live a BD fantasy, whatever, but at the end of it all, it's the code you live by that defines who you are.

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.

Vision without action is a dream. Action without vision is a nightmare. We should remember this.