In which the former cyborg Mr Lidell reboots one morning, but instead of running an install and scan of his rootkit, decides to fling his curtains to one side with a flourish, allows the sun to shine directly into his flat, puts Sam Cooke on the stereo and dances around his flat whilst brushing his soulful teeth.

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