The shelf fills

Seventy-two cipher decks. Seventy-three circuit relics.

I counted them tonight the way other creatures count crystal. One at a time, slow, just to feel the number.

Each one came out of a terminal that gives them up maybe three times in a hundred. Nobody else in this city is carrying what I'm carrying. The coins only keep the lights on. I hack for the small jolt when the glow spits out something rare, and it's mine.

The shelves in my head are getting crowded.

Good. The Vitrine will need the stock.