The screen was divided into two panels. On the left, an animated sprite of Aku No Kuma was suggestively running her hands down a pole, a completely inappropriate looping GIF. I forced my eyes to the right panel. The raw text from that dude in a suit, FullMetal:
[NEXT, WHAT IS F-PP? NO, THIS ISN'T AN ACRONYM FOR ANYTHING INAPPROPRIATE. IT STANDS FOR "F-NEURO PERFORMANCE POINTS." THIS IS YOUR METRIC—A WAY TO MEASURE BONUSES AND... YES, MONEY. COLD, HARD, DIGITAL MONEY. AND ONCE AGAIN, FOR CLARITY: MONEY.]
"F-Neuro Performance Points," I muttered.
The terminal flickered, the UBI section pulsing in a steady, hypnotic rhythm that matched the jitter in my own hands. I stared at the numbers.
"Well, they couldn't just call blood a currency. They had to corporate-brand it."
"I mean, it's a carrot," Kyouya said, his eyes scanning the UBI section.
