"Despite the missing body parts, there was nothing remarkable about the corpse. It was one of many regularly found on the streets, week after week, month after month, as if thrown off the rollercoaster of life at the whim of some broken belt The subjects lying torn and broken like this unidentified corpse at his feet were the rule rather than the exception. In the wild, turbulent, seething depths of the Strip, nothing was wasted, the street scavengers and sludge eaters took care of it. over the corpse. Having quickly scanned the body and found what she was looking for, she patiently dug around the exposed left forearm. There, among the torn muscle fibers and blue capillaries, there was a miniature fragment of acid-insoluble plastic with information imprinted into it. She carefully moved the tip. extractor into her special spinner and released a tiny find there. A few moments later she was already reading its contents out loud..."