Now Thumbs was prowling the main drag of Overtown, checking the scene and looking for any chummer who might want a bit of R&R with the happy pack in his vest pocket. The drug/chip combo, which tripled the simsense experience of Better Than Life chips but didn’t burn out your brain like 2XS, was a real find—too good to sell since Thumbs was flash at the moment. And the original elf owner wasn’t in any condition to complain. The nullhead organleggers had sliced and bagged all the good vitals from the corporate pixie, but not gone through his pockets. Incredibly stupid. Staggeringly dumb. No, this special treat was being saved purely for the family of his go-gang. But if Thumbs didn’t locate some warm bodies soon, it was going to be just him and the lovely ladies in his head for the rest of the day. Not a bad proposition, at that. Thumbs had a secret taste for the group thing.