The year is 2058, location: New York City, an always prosperous city that has slowly molded into the hub of the future.
I had to move, but man was I wasted. The crazy homeless man was going at least 100MPH in his 2400XG.
Rays of sunlight pierced the half broken blinds, illuminating the dust that floated around the small apartment.
“YOU WANT CYBERSHADES!?”
The rest of the trip to Astoria went off without a hitch. Lucky for me, I had a friend on the outskirts of Astoria who owed me a favor.
I awoke to the sound of a loud crash. I pulled the LAZ-50 out from under my pillow and swung it towards the door.
[Hold onto your butts]
All was a blur. Some images of movement through neon lights…
4 days later…..
My fingers were toying with the Delerium vials as the goon-squad advanced.
The light rail station looked like a preserved piece of New York’s past, a time when everything didn’t have the BlueSun logo branded all over it.
My body still ached.
A man of this size made no sense.
I awoke to the feeling of weightlessness.
7 Hours later…..
More and more panels pulled away from the conduit…and for a moment I got a glimpse of the core.
Ace groaned. “What’s wrong Vela?”
“You’ve got to be shitting me.”
Our unlikely, new found rag tag trio sped away in Acid Burns X-34 Land Speeder, leaving the school and the barren outskirts behind.
We approached the abandoned valve station, it used to control the sewage levels by adding or removing water from the bay.
The only sound that could be heard for a few moments was that of a leaky pipe.
The last few lights of the tunnel flew by in slow motion as the Delerium surfed through my veins, warming and thrilling every inch of my body as it glided its way into my mind.
The water held me in it’s arms and comforted me, the peaceful calm soothing me to sleep.
I was in no condition to do anything of value towards handling this situation, but then again I was still high on Delerium so all common sense went out the window the minute I took a trip in the back of the hover-truck.
Covered in sweat, blood, and red death I raced out of the warehouse and onto the back of the SCVultR8.
Adrenaline and delerium were pumping through my veins, jacking into the SCVult drained what was left of my power…without the aid of my augs I felt the full weight of my banged up body.
AND NOW THE THRILLING CONCLUSION
“Do you like what you see?”