Memory Market
Your gaze falls on a neglected grate leading to the underground sewer network. Ignoring the revolting stench, you heave it open and drop into the darkness, the sound of rushing water and the faint cries of your hunters driving you deeper into the unknown.Spotting a rusted fire escape bolted to the side of the building, you grab hold and begin climbing swiftly, each step echoing in the alley below. The rooftop offers a commanding view of the city’s maze-like streets and might just give you the upper hand or an escape route.The chip disappears into your jacket pocket as you seamlessly integrate into the crowd of Memory Market patrons. You lower your head under your hood and pretend to browse the stalls, your peripheral vision tracking the enforcers’ glowing red eyes as they scan the area.With no other options left, you thrust the vibrating chip into your neural port, surrendering to the torrent of information it holds. The world dissolves into chaos as the memory takes over, laying bare the reasons behind its deadly significance.