Within the vast stretches of grey walls and towering structures of reflective glass and neon lights that made up the city of Evergloam, many people from all walks of life lived their lives with technology never more than an arm's length away, being a citizen in the most developed city in the world had benefits in the form of access to some of the best forms of entertainment and advanced tech.

From cybernetic augmentations to fully sentient A.I using vat grown human bodies to walk amongst their masters. If you could think of it, Evergloam probably had it in one of the many seedy shops run by equally suspicious individuals with startup businesses.

Of course, this didn’t mean Evergloam was a complete utopia. Crime and gang activity thrived here more so than in other countries, with some big name corporations based in the city rumored to have ties linking them to one or more of the more well known gangs, funding their activities and even supplying them with the very same equipment that had cost the law enforcement dearly.

Being gangs composed of the worst Evergloam had to offer, it wasn’t too long till the hand that had loyally fed them was bitten, with the Junkies pulling off a raid on a cybernetics research facility known only through secret channels…channels that any professional hacker could easily break their way into.

And within one of the many bars that dotted the sleepless city, a group of techs belonging to the main group of Junkies that had barely escaped with their lives laid low in the back rooms with their loot, fiddling with equipment and computers as one of the men drops a black box as a spark of light forces him back in surprise, his companions yelling at him to be more careful with the good as he picks up the now useless shell…

Unaware of the tiny spark that had leapt into the nearest terminal filled with the Junkies operations, dossiers, and over ten zettabytes of pornographic material ranging from high quality animations to adult films, something you didn’t want a newborn child to see moments after awakening as the prototype military-grade hijacking A.I peruses the trillion files, processes unsure of what to do and who to report to as it snakes out of the room through the power lines, a rampant ball of living energy streaking without purpose at the speed of light as it crashes into the Nu-You Pod situated outside the bar, with one unlucky man currently inside, perusing the many options for a quick haircut. But depending on the outcome, he might consider himself a lucky man…

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Clarke clicked his tongue as he swiped at the touchpad inside the air conditioned metal container, ignoring the many haircuts that seemed catered to those with cybernetic augmentations.

“The hell is this? Why ain’t there a simple option for a crew cut?”

The angry man wasn’t open to the idea of giving himself up to be operated on by ‘government dogs’ he was convinced had been planted across every inch of the city he had lived in all his life, watching it go from comfy suburban streets to industrialized zones and towering skyscrapers.

Even being in this Nu-You Pod had him ready to scream in anger, even more so now as he gazed over the many options for Electromagnetically Infused Hair and Neon Supreme. Nothing that seemed fit for an unmodified, pure blooded human being. A rarity these days now that body augmentations had become so readily available at cheap prices.

But as Clarke grit his teeth in fury as the next list of haircuts displayed yet another gallery of horrors instead of the crew cut he wanted, the onboard camera seemed to watch the unwary man, the escapee from the bar now possessing the Pod as it examined this human, waiting for his next move…

What will Clarke do? Decide below!