Chapter Twenty-One - God’s Righteous Fury
“Car culture was a multi-billion-dollar industry before Samurai ca about and introduced technologies that changed the way driving worked for everyone.
Now, car culture is a multi-trillion-dollar industry, with everyone from the super rich who want their Rolls Royce to be made to their exacting specification, to street punks who covered their beaters with wraps of their favourite waifus. Anyone can mod their rides to be just a little faster. Everyone dreams of drift-flying around the smoke-stacks in the factory districts of various ga cities.”
-J. P. Kafka on the evolution of car culture, Jan 2038
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I wasn’t feeling my best as I rode the elevator down to the lobby. My clothes were in a bit of a state after Lucy’s very enthusiastic good-bye, and if it wasn’t for the guilt of knowing that so kid needed help, I might have called off the whole thing to take another long shower.
As entertaining as your distress is, it might be best if you focused a little.
“You think?” I muttered. I tugged my coat back on straight, then made sure all of my gear was in place. I had my Trench Maker tucked under one arm, my Whisper over my back. My back-mounted guns were tucked away, and my tail was casually whipping from side to side.
It was a lot of weaponry, and yet I still felt like I could have a bit more.
Still, it wasn’t worth losing points just yet, not if I could spare them.
The elevator slowed to a gentle stop and its doors opened. My freaky new ears almost imdiately gave an image of the room before I stepped out into it, and of the salesman in the corner whispering, “There she is.”
I walked fast. I wanted to duck my head down and try to be unnoticable, but there was no way that would work. My jacket, un-transparent as it was, looked a bit like the acid-rain proof long coats worn by so of the folk around, but my armour beneath sure didn’t.
Lucy had once told that one of the best ways to get around was to look like you knew what you wanted and to move ahead with your head held tall and your back straight. It was good advice for an orphan on the streets.
“Myalis, can you send a warning to the idiots coming over?”
Certainly. Do you wish to see it first?
“Will you send sothing embarrassing if I don’t ask?”
Definitely.
I rolled my eyes, then blinked a few tis to get over the still-strange sensation of having two eyes to blink. “Show .”
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