The cold metal touch came from the fingertips, bringing with it a strange numbness.
Ling Chen's finger, or the part that used to be a finger, was penetrating the shell of the data memory in a way that violated common sense in physics.
No brokenness, no resistance.
His fingertips seemed to have turned into a piece of ethereal code, which had some strange fusion with the solid metal shell of the memory.
The blue data stream poured from the contact point into his arm, forming patches of shimmering light under his skin.
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