CyberpunkSapph15
Your train glides soundlessly into the Burnside Avenue station at 7:58 AM. Of course, any noise it did make would have been drowned out by the general din on the platform. The massive buildings bordering the hovertrain tracks on either side and the dense network of roads and waywalks above created an echo chamber that amplified the chaotic sound of people pushing their way through the crowd to get on or off of the train. You were technically outside, but the towering walls on either side of you and relative lack of natural lighting created a somewhat claustrophobic sensation. The densely-packed throng on the platform probably also had something to do with that. Among the many other students like you heading to school and adults on their way to work were a number of small groups simply milling about, chatting or enjoying refreshments from one of the brightly-lit storefronts jutting out from the walls along the platform. Every 20 yards or so the blue gleam of a cop-bot's plating was visible through the crowd. Deployed in an invisible pattern designed to make sure they see you before you see them, the automatons patrol densely populated areas such as this and monitor everyone's actions with optical sensors far more sensitive than the human eye, detecting anyone attempting to make use of the crowd to cover up drug deals or other illicit transactions and employing whatever force is deemed necessary to subdue and detain them as promptly as possible.
As you step off the train, your senses are assaulted by a barrage of stimuli trying every possible tactic to convince you to spend money at their source. Much of the city feels like this, and while it was very overwhelming when you first started living here, you are now totally undisturbed by it. A small girl like you has no trouble slipping through the crowd, down a set of stairs and through an underpass through one of the buildings walling in the tracks and platform. As you emerge out onto the street, you enjoy actually feeling some sunlight on your skin, though much of it is still blocked out by the labyrinth of monolithic buildings and passageways criss-crossing between them that makes up the city. As you pause there on the sidewalk for a moment, cutely bouncing on your toes as you look around, you start to see some fun reactions from passersby noticing your state of undress. The ride here had been disappointingly uneventful on that front; the train had been so crowded and everyone on it so focused on just getting to their destination that any flashes of your privates went apparently unnoticed. Now, though, pedestrians of all genders and ages were letting you know they had caught a look at your vag, some with approving smiles and others with quick, embarrassed aversions of their gaze. Most, however, still didn't react. A ten-year-old alien whose shorts don't fit hardly cracks the surface of weird things one might see on the street in NYC, after all.
You begin making your way towards your school's campus, along the banks of the Harlem River, making a stop at a vending machine along the way to pick up a breakfast wrap. Every ingredient in the wrap is 100% simulated, and generated on-demand when you hit the button on the machine. However, the end result tastes just like scrambled eggs, cheese, bacon and vegetables wrapped in a flour tortilla and freshly toasted, and has been one of your most reliable breakfast options. Some people were still bothered by the idea of eating food from a test tube, but your views on the subject are if it's tasty and not terribly bad for you, you don't much care where it came from.
You glance down at your teleband as you approach the campus. It's 8:16 now and not a long walk to your lecture hall from here. You always feel self-conscious about eating breakfast in class, but you should still have time to stop at one of the nearby tables and eat your wrap before going to class.
| Character | Equipment | Status | ||
| Name | Sapphire | Exo | n/a | Hungry |
| Age | 10 | Top | Graphic T-shirt | |
| Species | Galaxian | Bottom | Shorts (blue) | |
| Gender | Female | Underwear | n/a | |
| Orientation | Bisexual | Feet | Sneakers, Ankle socks (white) | |
| Skin color | Pink-grey | Other | Teleband | |
| Hair color | Brown (dyed) | |||