Zen by wire

In the Pavilion of the God of the Wind, Ayame waited for dawn at the bedside of Alexandros. In a sure movement, she separated the connection cables from his spinal cord. The tendrils of the optical fiber slid out of the epidermis and retracted into the flexible sheath, interrupting a dataflow of 100Tbit / s. Eyes still closed, Alexandros was breathing softly. Smiling.

Tokyo Monogatari
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