Chapter 4. The dystopian city

Recovering from the blinding light, Hamza slowly opened his eyes. He felt a furious breeze whipping past him, the wind lashing against his face and body with the force of a hurricane. As he adjusted to his surroundings, he saw a sprawling city below him, the buildings and streets looking like tiny toys from his dizzying height. The sheer astonishment of the view took him by surprise.

"Huh," he muttered, his voice barely audible over the roar of the wind.

As his mind caught up with his situation, he realized that he was in the air, plummeting toward the ground at an alarming rate. Panic set in as he realized the gravity of his situation.

"AHHHHH! WHY THROW US FROM THE STRATOSPHERE, YOU FUCKING BITCHHHH!" he screamed, his voice raw with terror.

His heart pounded in his chest, matching the frenzied beating of his wings as he struggled to stay aloft. He could feel the ground rushing up to meet him at an alarming speed, the buildings and streets below becoming clearer and more distinct with each passing second. He was absolutely terrified that he would die before even spawning. Desperately, he tried to maneuver himself, to find some way to slow his descent but found himself unable to control his falling body. He was spinning uncontrollably, his body tumbling through the air like a Beyblade, his screams echoing through the sky.

Observer was screaming in joy as she fell from the sky alongside Hamza, her voice lost in the roar of the wind. Her hair was streaming behind her, whipping around her face as she laughed and shouted,

"This is so fun! AHAHAH! Skydiving is so much fun!"

The system interjected in a sarcastic tone,

[Dammit. My coordinates were bad. At least the view is amazing. What a stylized city.]

Still in a state of panic, Hamza screamed through tears, "I'll KILL YOU IF I SURVIVE!" while pointing at the system's screen.

They were fast approaching the ground, and Hamza managed to regain some control after spinning for a few seconds. He could see the buildings below growing larger and clearer, the pointed roofs of the skyscrapers looming closer and closer. He could see the tiny people and cars on the streets as well as in the air. The bright lights and billboards, and the colorful graffiti on the walls. He felt a wave of vertigo wash over him as he realized that they were falling towards some pointed building roofs and immediately shouted for them to stop trolling.

"DO SOMETHING!" Hamza shouted as they approached the buildings, his voice barely audible over the roar of the wind.

 He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his stomach turning with fear and vertigo as the buildings grew closer and closer.

"Okay, jeez, you baby. You can't handle some excitement. Fine,"

Observer said with a roll of her eyes. She made a circular gesture with her hand and a portal manifested just below them, a swirling vortex of shimmering light. Without hesitation, the three of them passed through it, the sensation of falling giving way to a moment of weightlessness as they were transported to another place.

They emerged in a dark, cramped alleyway, surrounded by small shops and cyberpunk-themed billboards. The alley was bustling with punks in groups, their leather jackets and studded clothing giving them a menacing appearance. The neon lights from the billboards flickered overhead, casting the scene in a sickly, unnatural light.

A portal opened and all three of them were flung out of it, like they were fired from a cannon. They went flying through the air, tumbling and spinning uncontrollably. Hamza could feel the rush of wind on his face as he careened through the alleyway.

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Meanwhile in a rundown alley.

"I need another job. This is a waste of my talents," A cleaning robot said in a robotic monotone voice. Suddenly a round rumble made it realize something was approaching before the robot could react both Hamza and Observer crashed into a cleaning bot that was cleaning the side of the corner, destroying it in the process. They hit the wall with great force and Hamza was the cushion for Observer as he hit the wall head-first. He felt a blinding pain in his head as he passed out from the impact for a few seconds.

Shaking off the effects of the concussion he had just endured, Hamza's eyes struggled to focus, presenting him with fragmented, distorted visions. As he gingerly massaged his throbbing head, blood oozed from his broken nose and wounded scalp. Gradually, his vision cleared, revealing the countenance of a stunning woman adorned with a mole on her left cheek. Her sapphire eyes seemed to possess a subtle neon glow, giving them an otherworldly allure. The intricate network of circuit-like nerves that traced her irises lent her gaze a captivating quality. Her hair was fashioned in an octopus haircut, the long black tendrils cascading over her shoulders in an untamed, wild manner. Hints of greyish hues speckled her hair, imparting a sense of depth and dimension to her appearance, ultimately rendering her even more captivating and remarkable.

Observer also recovered from the crash landing, and Hamza couldn't help but stare at her in awe. Her skin was a warm, creamy caramel color, and her features were delicate yet striking. She had a wide smirk on her face, and Hamza couldn't help but feel captivated by her. She pressed her breasts against Hamza's face, and he could feel the softness of her skin and the warmth of her breath on his face.

"You like what you see?" she said, her voice a low, husky purr. Hamza felt his face flush with embarrassment as he realized that he had been staring at her for an extended period. He tried to stammer out a response, but she pressed her breasts against him more firmly, cutting off his air supply.

"Aahha, this feels ticklish, ahaha," she says, her voice coming out in a gasp.

After a few attempts to make her release him, Hamza stood up and firmly tossed her aside. He took deep breaths, trying to steady himself. He looked around, taking in his surroundings. The alleyway was dimly lit, with tall buildings looming overhead, casting long shadows on the ground. The air was thick with the smell of garbage and pollution. He could hear the distant sounds of traffic and the murmur of people going about their business.

"Were you trying to choke me with those melons?" he said, wiping the blood from his face. His head was still pounding from the concussion he had received, and he massaged his temple, trying to ease the pain.

Observer stood up, looking a little dazed. She touched her chest, which was now bloody but bouncy, and a look of excitement crossed her face. She was a striking figure. Touching herself to feel her own flesh, she felt exhilarating. 

"So this is what a body feels like," she said, her voice filled with wonder. She seemed fascinated by her own physical form, almost as if she were seeing it for the first time.

Hamza noticed that they were both naked in the alleyway, and he felt a sense of embarrassment wash over him. He wished he could cover himself, but there was nothing nearby that he could use as a makeshift garment. A group of cyberpunk hippies and robots with body modifications had gathered around, staring at the strange scene. They were a motley crew, with brightly colored hair, tattoos, and piercings that glinted in the dim light.

A woman with a mask, three modified breasts, and headphones perched on her head chewed her gum and commented,

"Talk about the bold display." she mused

Hamza felt a sense of vulnerability with the eyes of the crowd on him, but Observer seemed unfazed by their nudity and the attention they were receiving. She looked around with wide-eyed curiosity, taking in the sights and sounds of the alleyway. The sounds of the surroundings. Her senses and everything she could do. It was like a perspective of life that was so captivating for her. Everything was a new sensation 

the small group of three approached him. One person in the group said,

 "Yo. Is this a new fashion? Rad." the hippie said.

A robot with a feminine female body stood nearby, chiming in, "Jeez, talk about eye candy. I like that one" as the robot gestured toward Hamza. She casually puffed on an electronic cigar that bore a resemblance to a USB drive, emitting wisps of smoke.

A haze of drug-induced influence enveloped nearly everyone in the group. Hamza found himself incredibly exposed and flush with embarrassment. He approached the assembly, hastily using his hands to cover his private parts. In a voice laced with embarrassment, he addressed them, "Um, excuse me... Would anyone have some spare clothes? My friend and I need to, you know, cover-up."

Observer was still adapting to her unfamiliar form, her senses sharpening as she took in the scene. She noticed Hamza engaged in conversation with the eclectic gathering of cyberpunk hippies and robots, her interest was piqued. Among them, a female robot caught her attention as she advanced toward Hamza with a certain audacity. Her hand slid into his crotch, her touch assertive and electric as she boldly stated.

"Want to have some fun? I might even throw in some credits. You're just my type, big boy."

With an air of assertiveness, she squeezed his genitals, her grasp possessive as if staking a claim.

Hamz stood there, still in shock, trying to process the unexpected and inappropriate advances of the female robot. He had never encountered a situation like this before and it left him feeling exposed and embarrassed.

His mind raced with confusion. But before he could even react, all three of the cyberpunk hippies were suddenly flung to the wall with such force that it cracked the concrete behind them.

"That's my man, bitch!" observer exclaimed, her voice dripping with irritation.

It was then that Hamza realized that Observer had used her telekinetic powers to defend him. She stood there, her eyes filled with contempt as she glared at him.

"And you" she pointed. that made Hamza step back a few steps.

"It hasn't even been an hour. Why didn't you just turn her down? you're already hitting on someone else?" she spat out, her voice full of anger. The tension was thick, and Hamza knew he had to calm things down fast before they went completely haywire. he wasn't dumb enough to acknowledge he fucked up. 

what kind of bullshit mc plot is this

"No, no, no, it's not like that at all," he stammered, frantically trying to explain himself. "I would never, I know better... Why would I need anyone else? You're perfect and beautiful"

Did my bullshit compliment work? need to change the subject FAST

 "Why are we naked? I'm going tear that system apart."

He said as he turned around and walked towards the unconscious hippies. He started undressing him and took their clothes. He then returned to observer side.

Hamza couldn't help but feel a sense of anger and frustration as he looked down at his own naked body. He couldn't understand why they were in this situation. Should he span in with clothes and gear? wasn't that normal? He realized as soon as he looked around that they were being observed by too many people. They needed to move and be cautious. its a word ruled by anarchy and cum of the galaxy. 

"We need to get out of here, now," he said 

Observer nodded, still looking a bit annoyed, but she quickly got dressed in the clothes Hamza had given her. The piece of clothing she received had neon lights on the jacket that illuminated her body, highlighting her curves and making her look even more alluring. He wore a leather hoodie that covered his face and jeans with a strange jig zack design.

"Humph,"

still not quite ready to forgive Hamza for his earlier actions. But for now, she was willing to put her anger aside

Hamza took quick glances at her figures as they changed clothes, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. he was a man after all but he needed to teach her not to be so bold. Now fully dressed, they were ready to escape the dangerous alleyway and its inhabitants before the unconscious hippies woke up. As they began to walk out, a robotic dog-like creature approached them. Its round body was held together by a square head and it appeared to be cobbled together from various parts, with a few bolts loose and missing pieces. It was as if it had been assembled in a graveyard.

"Trespassers. Identify yourself. Show the identification," the robot barked at them.

realizing he had no identification he knew that staying there was not wise. There were other patrol units approaching just behind the robot.

"Shit," Hamza exclaimed under his breath, realizing they had no way to prove their identity or gain access to the city. They would have to find a way to bypass the robot's security or risk being caught as illegal intruders.

As they made a break for it, Hamza could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he clutched Observer tightly. The neon lights of the alleyway blared past them as they weaved in and out of narrow passageways, their feet pounding against the pavement.

"Dammit, why can't it be easy? Always something to deal with," Hamza muttered through gritted teeth.

The robot's siren wailed behind them, growing louder and louder as they ran. Suddenly, they heard the roar of engines and the clanking of metal, and they realized that the robot had called for backup. A pack of steampunk motorcycles were now hot on their heels.

Observer, however, was enjoying the thrill. "This is so fun, ahaah!" she exclaimed as they darted through the twisted alleyways, trying to shake off their pursuers.

The pair made a sharp turn around a corner, and Hamza could see a glimpse of freedom up ahead. They were so close, but the motorcycles were closing in fast.

"Come on, just a little further," Hamza urged, pushing himself to run faster.

With a final burst of energy, they broke out of the alleyway and onto the crowded streets, blending into the throngs of people and disappearing from sight.

[author] I hope you like the series. Im a man of culture so sometimes you might get some cultured chapters. [/author]