You don't know, because you black out. (Danny's Perspective)

You stare at the woman on your patient's chair with open mouth astonishment. Not because she's refusing to pay you, you'll just tell the guards about that and she'll be kicked out, sent to jail, or made to work off her debt, but because she's making these kinds of threats without removing the diagnostic cable from her neck. You try to mask your feelings while she smirks at you with a victorious grin.

She doesn't even have time to realise what's happening. You finger the reset button on the diagnostic unit, and she instantly falls ****, her neural implant set to sleep mode.

Even though you knew it would work, you still feel a sense of relief at seeing her slump down. And now you've got an astonishingly beautiful cyborg woman **** in your workspace. You feel giddy.