It was a dark rainy night in Neo-Tokyo as Blake puffed on his vapor cartridge and watched the Mac dealers prowl below. Almost 15k Union Credits to get one of them to meet you in an e-cafe with a fully loaded M5, but man, the inference rush from one of those things was something else.

I'm sold on "personal cyberarms" as a concept

Do they include footguns from pointer bugs?

I gotta have some of what you had :)