Harley Ferris - Energie 1 -

"I just reported a catastrophic transformer failure," Harley said, turning back toward the rain. "The grid will show zero consumption for this sector for the next forty-eight hours while they 'investigate.' After that, you’d better be gone." "Why help me?"

He disappeared into the mist, a ghost in a machine that never slept. If you want to see where Harley's journey goes next: His confrontation with the Syndicate enforcers. A deeper look into his past before the cybernetics.

A thin man with wires trailing from his temples jumped, nearly knocking over a canister of coolant. "Ferris! Look, I’m almost there. One more day and the data-mine pays out. I’ll double what I owe the Syndicate." Harley Ferris - Energie 1

In this city, power wasn't just a utility—it was the only currency that didn’t lose value overnight. And Harley was the best collector in the business.

"Please," Jax stammered, backing into a rack of humming processors. "The whole block depends on this link. If you pull the plug, the life-support in the hab-units goes dark." "I just reported a catastrophic transformer failure," Harley

Harley walked toward him, his metal hand glinting under the strobing lights. "The Syndicate doesn't do payment plans. They do shut-offs."

"Late on the bill, Jax," Harley said, his voice a gravelly monotone. A deeper look into his past before the cybernetics

Harley reached the heavy pressurized door of the warehouse. He didn't knock. He tapped a sequence into his wrist-comm, sending a surge through the lock’s mag-seal. The door hissed open, revealing a cavernous room glowing with the sickly green light of overclocked servers.