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.
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Qing Chen stood on the tarmac, the whirring turbines of the hover car stirring up a tumultuous wind.
Suddenly, in the distance.
A light rail was moving through the sky between the cities, its densely packed windows emitting white light, like a white steed.
More wondrous still, it was traversing through the dense buildings.
It wasn't passing through the gaps between the buildings, but rather, holes had been hollowed out in the bodies of these tall structures. The light rail seemed to shuttle through tunnel after tunnel, piercing through the buildings.
This city mysteriously came to life.
"Since you can come out at any time, why stay in Prison No. 18?" Qing Chen suddenly asked.
"Because the prison is quieter than here," Uncle Li Dong replied without a direct answer.
As the waiter turned to lead the way, Qing Chen asked in a low voice, "It's already one in the morning; is the restaurant still open?"
Uncle Li Dong gave him a look: "The life of Night City is just beginning."