Bright lights and dead air, Midori rocketed into the cloudless skyline. The roads of High Adipo had become a circuit board, the occasional bolt of lightning zipped through the veins like a star screaming across the night sky.
Up here, the stomps and grunts of the rotund denizens of High Adipo were but a whisper. Midori wasn’t up here often; her chronically malfunctioning augmentations were far too untrustworthy. Her mechanic railed against it- as relaxing as it was. The air was cold and the sight was grand. It was serene, quaint, empowering. She floated as high as the tallest skyscrapers- javelins piercing the heavens- protecting it all as the city’s sentinel.
Or at least one of One hundred and seventy-two.
Draconia got kicked out a couple of weeks ago after she punched a client in the teeth. So seventy-one. To be honest, the cyborg didn’t know her too well.
Enough of that, there was a clicking in her ear, an alarm rattled around in her skull. The ma