The neon lights bled into blurry halos through the rain. Lin Yuan pushed open the bar door, its metal hinges screaming in protest.
The bartender behind the counter looked up, red light flickering in his mechanical eye: "Back again? Third time this month."
Lin Yuan didn't answer, walking straight to the corner booth. A figure in a black hood was already waiting there.
"Did you bring it?" A hoarse voice emerged from under the hood.
Lin Yuan slid a chip across the table: "Here's what you wanted. Five million neurons worth of memory backup."
The hooded figure reached out with a hand covered in circuit patterns, examining the chip against the light: "Good. This should be enough for me to remember who I am."