The cyberspace today seems much colder than usual. Usually, players would rush into the old web to perish as soon as the revival time arrives, but now, they are nowhere to be seen. The vast square is only occupied by a few fixed programs modified by players, and other than that, it's deserted, with only Song Zhaomei standing here alone.
The unexpected coldness makes her feel somewhat lonely, even though 'cold' is a concept that doesn't exist in cyberspace, yet Song Zhaomei just feels it.
Song Zhaomei knows they're holding some New Year's celebration, but this is a separate local network server room, not connected to Night City's domain network, and all her prosthetic implants are monitored by military technology. If she connects to Night City's domain network now, it will definitely draw their attention, so Song Zhaomei dares not see what those usually cheerful players are up to.
New Year's celebration… must be lively...
Everyone must be happily drinking and having fun together.
