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He had been installed in a "Lucky Dragon" slot machine five years ago. Since then, he had processed thousands of banknotes from all over the world. His internal sensors—a sophisticated array of optical and magnetic scanners—were his eyes. He didn't see people; he saw the intricate security threads of a twenty, the watermark on a fifty, and the magnetic ink of a hundred-dollar bill. The Night of the "Crisp C-Note" He activated it

In the sprawling, rain-slicked arcology of Novy Vaux, the Unified Biometric Administration had a designation for everyone. You were your barcode, your credit score, your gene-print. But for Citizen 1077-KL, the system had a special, dreaded suffix: . It was a "Supernote"—a counterfeit so perfect it