Blood on the Asphalt biker
Simultaneously, the three southern thrusters flared with a blinding, iridescent blue light, pushing an unfathomable amount of localized anti-gravity into the stratosphere.
The billion-ton durasteel sphere of Neo-Angeles violently pitched.
Inside the Founder's Penthouse, the artificial gravity compensators shrieked and failed. The floor abruptly became a wall. My father, Chen Wei, let out a startled yell as he was thrown across the room, crashing into the heavy durasteel doorframe. I stayed anchored to my terminal only by the thick interface cables jacked into my neck and the heavy magnetic locks on my chair.
Outside, the Vanguard experienced a terror beyond anything the wasteland had ever th
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