Well, that way you'd kill two souls. Is that what you want?

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?

I've always maintained it's the same for all you termites in Heywood. Born here, live her, die here.

The boys have prepared everything and found me a lamb. Blood will course through the fiberoptics, swirling and blending with the digital, opening the gates of the abyss. Death within arm's reach, the metallic taste of his scythe on my tongue, I will tug at the tangled cables of Fate. A hard reset, a blue screen, a brain reformatted... I'm ready. Luck be with me.

Oo, I love this town! Love it like you might love a mother who popped you out on the steps of an orphanage and now stops you to ask if you got a smoke for her!