Mara almost laughed. She could imagine a life where the Rapidgator was part of a kit in a steady hand, a day where she walked into a lab with boots that didn't squeak. But she had learned to be honest with herself; the city took qualifiers and promised next things only to break them.

As she stepped back into the rain, the city seemed bigger and smaller at once—bigger for what people could do with tools like the Rapidgator, smaller because those tools fit into the palm of her hand. She walked home under a sky that had nothing to give but weather and possibilities. In her pocket, the chip warmed against her thigh like a secret.

In the morning, she would decide whether to knock on a lab door. For now, she kept walking.

Mara laid the Rapidgator on the table. The device hummed, approving and hungry. Old technicians called it debridement by mercy; gangs called it a butcher's toy. For Mara, it was the only way she had a chance at making the graft integrate without shredding the few living cells left. She clipped a pair of gloves to her wrists, fingers steady. The lamp turned white and honest, revealing the fine threads of mold and the delicate filaments of nerve-like conduits.

The rain came down in hard, clipped breaths, beating the neon into thin rivers along the alley where Mara crouched beneath an overhang. Her palms were numb from the cold and the scraped metal of the device she held—the debrideur Rapidgator, a thing half-salvaged from a salvage-yard suitcase and half-legend. It looked like a pistol, if pistols were made to whisper rather than shout: matte-black chassis, a barrel the width of a thumb, and a ring of soft, humming lights where the chamber met the grip.

The woman's face softened. "Good. They don't have long—if this betters them, it'll change the market. People will buy hope." Her voice went flat at the end, and Mara understood. Hope was currency in these parts.

"Before you go," Mara said, and felt something like a dare climb her throat, "what do they call this graft? The one with the living core."