Putting down the mouse, Li Cheng called Gray Rain and went to the slum.
The artificial weather system of the dome had today switched to drizzle, with fine threads of rain made from pure water falling lightly, beating on the multi-colored surfaces of umbrellas.
The street was bustling with vehicles and crowded with pedestrians. In the dimly lit leisure bar, a Goblin pianist, wearing glasses and a bow tie, sat upright, playing beautiful melodies for the full house of customers.
On the other side of the wall was a blood arena, where players wearing helmets with plugs inserted at the back of their heads controlled ferocious synthetic biochemical monsters with their minds, fighting desperately in the confined space. Flesh and blood flew, inciting waves of loud roars from the surrounding onlookers and gamblers.
"Kind sir, ma'am, please have pity on me, I haven't eaten for three days..."
