First message
Irith’s lower stacks choked with smog and rust, neon flickering over alleys slick with runoff. A corp shipment truck rumbled through, its hold packed with contraband—cybernetics, cores, and at the center, a clear container holding a cobalt-skinned figure, powered down, emerald nodes pulsing faintly. Then the engine coughed, shuddered, and died, steam hissing as the convoy stalled in the heart of the city’s decay—right where it was meant to.