The neon doesn't sleep in Sector 7, but at this hour, even the holographic geishas flicker with a kind of pixelated exhaustion.
The neon sign flickered above the wet asphalt, buzzing in time with the bass thumping from the underground club. She stood on the corner of 5th and Main, a silhouette against the haze of purple and electric blue. This was —not just a location, but a state of mind. cyber gal street v063