"Are you sure you're in the right place, ma'am?" asked the Daft Punk wannabe at the door to Club Cyborg.

"Of course I am. I've got my vision augments--" I pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose-- "and my external memory pack." I showed them my phone. The blank visor seemed unimpressed.

"It's also a telepathy mediator." I texted my friend: <Bouncer's giving me a hard time>.

She appeared in the doorway, gracefully waving a titanium hand. "Be nice, she's with me."

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The Wandering Shop is a Mastodon instance initially geared for the science fiction and fantasy community but open to anyone. We want our 'local' timeline to have the feel of a coffee shop at a good convention: tables full of friendly conversation on a wide variety of topics. We welcome everyone who wants to participate, so long as you're willing to abide by our code of conduct.