Date night
“Have you ever been to the 300th floor of Hikiri Tower?” she asked in between sips of neurosoda.
“No, I don’t believe I have,” he said.
“The air smells different up there. Clean. And I saw a bird once.”
He tried to watch her eyes through the darkened hyperkit lenses and it didn’t look like she was joking.
“A bird!? No. Really? I haven’t seen one since I was a kid.”
“Yeah, it was just hanging out in a corner getting shelter from the winds. EM is weird up there too. Like, I tried uploading a video of the bird right then but they jam a lot of the bands. Corporate security for the upper floor executive offices; can’t be having leaks I guess.”
She tossed the empty synthsoda can. It tumbled in the air and nearly hit a drone in a skylane a hundred meters down until the drone deftly evaded it.
“Well, I want you to take me up there one day. I want to see it for myself”, he said.
“All right. I can do that. But we need to get back. It’s way past curfew. And last time I was out this late? Yeah, fined and crypto deducted from my parents’ account. Was stuck in restricted ‘net hell for weeks.”
