'I know all about your neurachem, detective Ryker.' Even through the poor-quality voice, I thought I could hear a soft, sticky delight. 'The fightdrome scanned your specs when you were on stack. There was some talk of buying you up, you know. Physically I mean. It was thought your sleeve could be used in a humiliation bout. Faked, of course, we would never dream of the actual thing here. That would be, well, criminal? Carnage paused dramatically. 'But then it was decided that humiliation fights were not the, uh, the spirit of the establishment. A lowering of tone, you understand. Not a real contest.