The air hung thick and humid, saturated with the scent of ozone and caramelized sugar. Kai traced the condensation on his chilled synth-ale, the neon glow of the ‘Floating Lotus’ reflecting in the swirling liquid. He hated this bar. He hated the city, Neo-Kyoto, a concrete jungle choked with holographic advertisements and the constant thrum of hovercars. But tonight, he had no choice.
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