Licensed cyberware doctor: "Well, yes, we do have a few units on stock. If I may ask, why do you want to install optic camouflage on your person? Please understand that I'm only asking to comply with legal requirements because of the threat level of the cyberware in question and due to your already robust levels of augmentation."

Motoko: "No problem, I understand! Honestly, I mostly want it for cosplay."

Licensed cyberware doctor: *Writing 'cosplay' in patient bio before stopping to stare incredulously at Motoko* "..."

Motoko: "Yep."

Licensed cyberware doctor: "...You want to purchase a tier 3 restricted cyberware unit that costs upwards to 20,000 eurodollars…for cosplay?"

Motoko: "Sir, I take my hobbies very seriously."

Licensed cyberware doctor: "..."

Motoko: "Also, it's just really super cool! During my gigs I would be like the predator and sit on tree branches and spy on gonks with thermal vision while clicking my tongue in a menacing matter - who wouldn't want to do that?!"

Licensed cyberware doctor: "I…what? Are you talking about a BD?"

Motoko: "And invisibility would be hella convenient for when I'm trying to make a point. Like, my gross brother would walk in someday and be like 'imma eat this disgusting burrito that's probably filled with cricket shit or whatever toxic waste Biotechnica vomited out from their cloning vats that year' and I would be like 'I disapprove of you dieting habits dearest brother' and then he would be like 'I do what I want because I'm a stinky loser that likes to make poor life choices especially in what I eat' and then I would be like 'I'm leaving the premises at once because I don't enjoy watching you destroy yourself eating such trash brother' and then I activate the cloak and dramatically vanish in midair and then my brother would freak out because I would cleverly not tell him about my awesome new cloaking abilities and then he would be convinced I was a burrito induced hallucination and then maybe he would finally stop eating so much burrito scop…"

Licensed cyberware doctor: "Ma'am, I'm not a family therapist but I can direct you to one if your brother's eating habits bother you so much…"

Motoko: "What? What does Jun-ni have to do with anything? I'm just here to buy optical camo."

Licensed cyberware doctor: *Writes down 'clinically insane' on Motoko's patient bio* "Unfortunately, I seem to be mistaken about having units - some online shoppers just bought the last batch we had."

Motoko: *Distressed* "Oh man, really? That really blows!"

Licensed cyberware doctor: *Lying effortlessly* "I apologize for the inconvenience ma'am."