I’m currently wearing my entirely-unsurprised-face. Look, I’m never going to be an advocate of the dystopic post-capitalistic hellscape of Cyberpunk, but there’s something to be said for a Militech-style severance package.

“I was hoping to reach Anthony Gilchrist on this number,” said Faraday tentatively.

“I’d tell you that I regret to inform you that I just executed Mr. Gilchrist in his office for violations of corporate policy five minutes ago,” replied Meredith Stout smugly, “but then I’d be lying.”

“About executing him?” asked Faraday cautiously.

“About regretting it.”