Dorn tried to stop them, but you can’t intimidate a thousand people who have seen their own future written in neon. They became the current. Dorn became a footnote.
One night, a woman named Vex slid into his booth. Her eyes were two different colors: one organic brown, one chrome-silver prosthetic. She placed a data-slab on the table. On it glowed a single phrase: THE LAST NEON PLAN. neon plans
She smiled, the chrome eye whirring softly. "Impossible just means it hasn’t been powered yet." Dorn tried to stop them, but you can’t