And Tiny Tim, who did NOT die, lived happily ever after, playing the piano for his sister at the city concert hall, which is all she ever wanted.
And Tiny Tim, who did NOT die, still dreamed of cyberspace, hope fading nightly. All the speed he took, all the turns he'd taken and the corners he cut in Night City, and he'd still see the matrix in his dreams, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colourless void...
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