Blood on the Asphalt biker
He swung it into the lead drone, and the shard shattered into a harmless spray of binary.
We were at the base of the tower now. The exit the gateway to the decentralized dark-web was a swirling vortex of unmapped noise at the very peak. But the Elena-AI was closing the gap, her bike’s turbine-whistle turning into a siren that threatened to overwrite our neural patterns.
"If we hit that vortex at this speed, we might not reform on the other side," Dax warned.
"If we stay here, we're deleted!" I looked up at the vortex. "I’m going to use the Engine’s resonance to shatter the tower’s shield! On my mark, push everything into the intake!"