But Neon City wasn't all glittering chrome and digital magic. Beneath the neon sheen lurked the Wardens, cyborg enforcers who patrolled the underbelly, their cold metal eyes ever watchful. They saw Conduits not as artists, but as anomalies, threats to the city's rigid order. One wrong flicker, one errant spark of rebellion, and a Conduit could be branded a Glitch, condemned to the data mines, their minds enslaved to the city's insatiable hunger for information.
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