Naming Technique of the Night
In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution. It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion. Steel and flesh, past and future. In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach. The darkness is slowly creeping in. But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness. Gotta use fire.
64, Two calm people
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Countdown 44:30:00, 3:30 a.m.
Cyber City, Ninth District.
In a small street at the bottom layer of the city, a young man in a gray suit strolled along with ease.
The puddles on the ground acted as mirrors, reflecting his composed demeanor.
This place bore none of the bustling scenes one might imagine; water and garbage could be seen everywhere on the streets, and the walls were graffitied with colorful obscenities and protest slogans.
It didn't resemble the high-tech city of one's imagination but rather looked likelier to be a slum.
Yet, as the young man walked here, he did so as if he were on the streets of England, casual yet gentlemanly.
He arrived in front of a clothing store.
The owner, a woman in her thirties, was lounging with her legs crossed, engrossed in the Inner World news on her transparent phone.
In fact, the Outer World also had many such bizarre little clothing stores, always selling outdated clothes, seldom with any customers.