Memory Market
The chip is carefully placed on the table as you turn to meet the figure’s gaze, hands lifted in a gesture of peace. "Let’s not make this worse," you say, your voice strained as you briefly eye the weapon to evaluate your odds.The data chip flies from your hand toward the farthest corner, its trajectory designed to pull their focus away from you. Wasting no time, you charge toward the exit, your breath ragged as you race against the threat.You slip behind the flickering holographic projections, their shifting forms providing just enough concealment. Keeping your body pressed to the floor, you edge closer to the extraction rig, searching for something to defend yourself with.With a quick turn, you lob the data chip at the figure’s face, your voice sharp and commanding. "Here’s a surprise for you!" you yell, aiming to momentarily confuse them and seize an advantage.