It ain't my band, and I don't do teamwork either. ( he does, when he feels like it. when he's in the mood to cooperate. it doesn't happen often, but. jason does stop, tucks thumbs into the beltloops of his pants and tilts his head back a bit.

purses his lips. )

There's a--friendly gang of losers here, who'll assign your chip an ID. It's tech no one else has figured out how to master yet. Either you get that ID, or you can figure out how slink around in dark corners and keep out of sight. Without the ID, your connection to everything else's fucked.

( if he'd had a choice, jason wouldn't have registered his chip despite how fucking difficult it'd make everything. )

With it, anything you do, say, or get even mildly involved in is trackable. The more populated areas of the city are covered in cameras, those with cash can easily get access to their records.