Ice-fire glow in Techno-City, left behind to die on the streets. Freeze out, no one cares about me in the gutter looking up at the brutal night sky. A price on my head for that grave mistake I made. The man with the laser eyes broke both my legs, kicked me into the street. Cold, misty rain falling, nothing to eat.(more…)
Was it your fate to be imprisoned here?
You sit in the lotus position, clear your mind,
practicing techniques The Collective taught you –
remember that Project Z must be defended,
Portia will penetrate your puny brain, drain
your memories to catch a glimpse of vital data,
the antidote to utter control over Techno-City.(more…)