The Neon City

The megalopolis is a nightmare of rain and concrete, tangled cables and flashing screens. And traffic. Neon signs are everywhere. The crowd leaves no respite. Only if you turn in the maze of humid secondary roads you can be alone, surrounded by dirt. There, sometimes, you can meet some winos annihilated by cyber-alcohol. Skyscrapers are so high that you can’t see their end. The sky is always covered by a thick and dense fog, which causes thin and never ending rain. You will never see the sun in Kowloon: clouds are crossed by the highest towers, which go through them approaching Olympus, the city of the Elected. Over there, it is said, you can feel the sunrays but the inhabitants of Kowloon are not allowed to reach the highest floors. In Kowloon people live in a dark, humid and endless night. Humans usually have robotic body parts and a chip that contains the soul: you can surf the big web and exchange memories, experiences and identities