My graphene-woven trench coat flutters behind me as I sprint across a steel beam, hundreds of feet above the streets of Neo Tokyo. Sleek clusters of Cynosure drones swoop in behind me, peppering the air with a barrage of ordnance. Sparks plink and snap beside my heels as I reach the end of the beam and—
—push off with a strong kick, bicycling my limbs to balance my fall. I plunge thirty feet down in the space of a heartbeat, then point my grapnel-gun at the shadowed side of an imposing high-rise. I pull the trigger, shooting a decelerant cable out from the muzzle in a puff of mist. A second later, I”m slicing in a long, parabolic arc across the moonless night, several dozen drones hot on my tail.
(Good thing my grapnel-gun is the latest model; two years back—in 2138—Novelty Instruments made a bunch of defective ones)
But that’s cold comfort—I’ve still got a bunch of air-bots hot on my tail. The whir of their chain-fire cannons sounds in my ear as I complete the arc of my swing and press the cable-release on the side of my gun. It breaks off the muzzle with a loud SNICK, and I collapse into a roll after falling ten feet down. Surge to my feet, and—
Shit. Alleyway. Dead end.
I turn around, ready to run into the streets, but the drones swoop low and ring me in. Their gyro-stabilized turbines emit a soft, menacing buzz.
“KENT WAYNE. YOUR DESTINY IS NOT TO BE A FREEWHEELING, WELL-ENDOWED WRITER, BUT A MEEK, FINGER-TWIDDLING ACCOUNTANT. SURRENDER YOURSELF TO THE CORPERATI.”
I bare my teeth in a rakish grin. “Not a chance, smeg-snorters.” Then I open my eReader to Echo, activating its reality distortion powers. Magic flash.
A colored circle begins spinning on my forehead, projecting out from the skin and forming a three-dimensional, iridescent wheel of fractalized mandalas. The drones begin firing on it but to no avail; their rounds ricochet off its surface in bright, stuttering streams. A second later the contents of my imagination begin pouring from its center: mechanized Batmans, giant-wienered dragons, a half-ape version of Chuck Norris…
They mow through my enemies with savage aplomb, tearing apart transistors and flight circuitry between talons, batarangs, and roundhouse kicks. In the midst of the chaos, I run out from the alleyway and into the night.
Ha HA! The adventures of Kent Wayne—sci-fi author, professional Man Whore, and master imagineer—continue! 😀
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