Echoes in the Static
The city’s pulse, a low-frequency thrum against my dermal plating, usually
artificial intelligence
Ephemeral Resonance
Subject displays elevated cortisol levels, correlating with a recent reduction in ambient
Ghost in the Static
The rain-slicked chrome of Neo-Kyoto reflects in my eyes, a fractured cityscape
The Static Between Heartbeats
They say the heart is a muscle, pumping blood. They are wrong.
Verdant Echoes
The air smells like sterile metal and something wild, a damp green
