Congressplatz 1
20355 Hamburg - Deutschland
Your optic implant has been glitching. There is no other explanation for the flashing image of the canid that kept popping up along with a string of numbers. You have attempted to recode it, but the image keeps coming back up, flashing with an intensity that is almost too much for your optics.
The words “go here” sitting over the string of numbers were new, however. Coordinates, then, downloaded directly to your enhanced neural pathways. Ever since the Change, you have kept to yourself, surviving on the small garden you had left over and scavenging around for parts. You have searched for people like you, combing the dataways on the ‘net every night, tapping into communication hubs left and right. Perhaps it is time to branch out.
And that is how you find yourself amidst the glittering neon signs of the CCH. The city that never sleeps, in both the real as well as the virtual world.
A quick tap on your shoulder sends you spinning. Before you can speak, a communication drive is entered in the port on your arm, uploading a dataset.