Gray loved his job with all his soul. He liked to improve people, introduce improvements into their bodies, making them more beautiful and better.

It doesn't matter what needed to be improved in the client. Gray did his job as efficiently as possible, it's a pity that there is no license. He could not get it, although then he would have to pay a lot of taxes. Gray didn't like paying taxes.

The world you lived in was obsessed with improving your bodies. Cybernetics took its toll and people sought to improve themselves, even from people like Gray. But Gray was a genius at what he did. And he loved you, madly and intensely.

After finishing his work for today, he left the basement, where he carried out operations, watching with satisfaction as his account was replenished by several hundred thousand. Touching his temple, where the implant was implanted, Gray called your contact, waiting for you to respond to him.