the city of Neo Babylon was a sprawling metropolis of neon lights, towering skyscrapers, and a society deeply divided by wealth and technology. Amidst the chaos, Aiden "Lich" Draven was a man of infamy. Known for his draped-in-black attire and his unnerving calm, he was a legend in the city's underground circuits.
Aiden was not just any man; he was a cybernetically enhanced being, his heart replaced with a powerful nano-core that granted him near-immortality. The street called him "Lich" for his death-like appearance and the way he rose from near-death situations. His life was a constant blur of fast cars, illegal augmentations, and a quest for a purpose he never seemed to find.
The night was humid and the air was thick with the stench of burnt ozone. Aiden sat alone in his penthouse, high above the neon-lit streets. He tried to clear his mind, the constant hum of the city below doing little to help. Memories of her kept flooding back—Seraphina, the woman who had once been his everything. She had left him, taken everything he had cared for, leaving him with nothing but a shattered heart and a thirst for vengeance.
He gazed at the empty glass in front of him, then poured himself another drink, the liquid shimmering with a bioluminescent glow. It was potent stuff, engineered to provide both a high and a regenerative boost. "Why'd I risk it all for a bitch?" he muttered, the words echoing in the empty room. The ash from his cigarette fell on his Balmain stitch pants, and he brushed it off carelessly.
Draped in all black like a lich, he felt the weight of his past decisions. He had always had her side, never did her wrong, yet she took it all away. It made him want to cry, but tears were a luxury he couldn't afford.
As the night wore on, Aiden received a message on his neural interface from Nico North, his old friend and a fellow rebel against the corporate overlords that ran Neo Babylon. "Let's go bowlin'," the message read. It was code for a meeting about their next heist. Aiden needed the distraction, anything to keep his mind off Seraphina.
He geared up, draped in his all-saints gear, ready for whatever came next. The streets were alive with the sounds of hover cars and the distant echoes of music from the nightclubs. His whip, a sleek black hover car, was too fast like a blip, capable of opening up rifts in the space-time continuum for short bursts.
At the rendezvous, Nico and the crew were already waiting. The plan was simple: infiltrate a corporate vault, retrieve classified tech, and sell it to the highest bidder. As they prepped, Nico noticed Aiden's distracted demeanor.
"Still thinking about her?" Nico asked, lighting a cigarette.
"Every time we talk, I feel like I need the reverend," Aiden replied, a bitter smile on his lips.
The heist went off without a hitch. Aiden's enhancements made him a force to be reckoned with. He moved like a shadow, his black attire blending into the darkness. They got the tech and made their escape, but as they drove through the city, Aiden couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness.
Back at his place, Aiden stared at the tech they had stolen. It was a piece of advanced AI, capable of reshaping reality itself. It was then he realized the potential it held. If he could harness its power, maybe, just maybe, he could fix his past.
He powered it up, interfacing with it through his neural link. The room around him seemed to warp and twist as the AI responded to his commands. He focused on a single moment—the night Seraphina left. If he could just change that.75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2FqmXSZNmO
and Aiden found himself alone in his penthouse again..
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