Cyberfuck 2069 -

Jax looked at his hand—the chrome was scratched, a reminder of the physical cost of a digital life. He stepped back out into the acid rain of the city. Tomorrow, he’d go to work at the data-mines, but tonight, for a few thousand credits, he had been a god in a nebula.

For two hours, they weren't just onlookers; they were the engine of the show. CyberFuck 2069

"Just syncing the haptics," Jax replied, his voice a mix of vocal cords and digital resonance. Jax looked at his hand—the chrome was scratched,

Add more (e.g., a high-stakes hack or a physical chase) for a few thousand credits