The year is 2058, location: New York City, an always prosperous city that has slowly molded into the hub of the future.
I had to move, but man was I wasted. The crazy homeless man was going at least 100MPH in his 2400XG.
Rays of sunlight pierced the half broken blinds, illuminating the dust that floated around the small apartment.
“YOU WANT CYBERSHADES!?”
The rest of the trip to Astoria went off without a hitch. Lucky for me, I had a friend on the outskirts of Astoria who owed me a favor.
I awoke to the sound of a loud crash. I pulled the LAZ-50 out from under my pillow and swung it towards the door.
[Hold onto your butts]
All was a blur. Some images of movement through neon lights…
4 days later…..
My fingers were toying with the Delerium vials as the goon-squad advanced.