Les Fowler

Dreams of Electric Sheep (Chapter 1). Content Warning.

For my Butterfly, my muse, my love and my strength. Electric Dreams Through the dimly lit bowels of an old apartment block, the matte black First Light XNR prowled quietly. Only the distant hum of the electricity driving its wheels broke through the murky silence, bright white lights stabbing through the dim yellow ones overhead and carving out the details in the basement. Broken concrete and rusted rebar, fluorescent lighting that was somewhere between dull and ineffective. Within the parking area, debris and cardboard and clothing concealed those who were holding on to what little shelter and safety they could find. Life in Neo-Sydney was hard, and as much as the blue-haired driver might want to help them, as much as she wanted help, reality was just to pass in the night.