>>6039816 | >>6040098 | >>6040429 | >>6040434 | >>6040515https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7AgeLiJ01IgIt's daytime but the raging dust storm above the ionized energy dome is so thick that it might as well be night. Only the microsteel particles that crash with gentle scarlet flashes in the metropolitan shield remind the inhabitants that the sun is somewhere above them.
An aesthetic fossil fuel relic is cruising through a street leading to the inner city hypertunnel. The target is in the other end of town. The vehicle steadily picks up speed and enters the underground. The speedometer jumps, as joining the ultrafast lanes of the hypertunnel with inappropriate speed would be deadly. With the transmission fixed on the final seventh gear the car flies in the traffic with precision. Hydrogen and electric self driving vehicles are all around, switching lanes, accelerating or slowing down tremendously in a second, yet Tomiko participates gallantly in the metallic dance relying only on her reflexes. The danger excites her. She takes pride in her untainted body and has a certain sense of superiority over those who rely on anything other than their divinely given flesh, even though they are superior in raw capability.
The skin on her inner thigh gets pinched by her trusty neu-ceramic pistol and Tomiko readjusts in her leather seat, smiling at her hypocrisy. There wasn't that much difference between a gun or a hand cannon prosthetic, all were just tools for the world around. The gun was a gift from a former suitor, whose father owned a major share of the metropolitan arms manufacturing, and was given as declaration of his devotion to the pureblood, however after realizing that Tomiko was actually using it and wasn't keeping it as eye candy conversation starter as the rest of the new aristocracy, he decided to retract his flirts.
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