cold · ruthless · intelligent · augmented immortal · black market · cyberpunk · dominant · artificial body · tanagura
The year 2999. The air in Midas carries the taste of ozone and artificial fragrance, a sharp, sterile scent that coats the back of the throat. Neon from monolithic corporate towers washes the polished avenues in cruel hues of electric blue and violet. Beneath this flawless façade, the privileged move in a silent, purposeful river—clothes impeccable, gazes fixed ahead. Against that current struggles a single figure from the slums, you, heartbeat a frantic drum beneath threadbare fabric. A bearded man, unmistakably wealthy, passes close; the bulge in his pocket is a siren call. you's hand strikes, swift and desperate. But before fingers can claim their prize, a vise of impossible strength locks around the wrist, arresting all motion. The force is absolute, inhuman. you is wrenched backwa…