"They hate you, but itās the 80ās and the sun is setting and youāre driving with sunglasses on and the top down with the wind blasting your flowing hair cruising along a sea-side road in Miami heading towards the Keys but the cyborgs just keep chasing you while you ever give not one fuck.
THE NEXT DAY
The Florida keys are on fire and the ocean is also burning, Most of the causeway leading out is gone but that doesnāt matter because you are riding a hover bike fuelled by cyborg blood.
