And the rain that wasn’t rain fell on Neo-Seoul, while a scooter recited a dead man’s love letter to a girl who left, and for a few minutes, neither of them was alone.
The rain over Neo-Seoul wasn't rain. It was coolant drizzle, recycled from the upper city’s heat exchangers, and it left a greasy film on everything. Including Kai’s face, which he wiped with a sleeve that was already ruined. scooter companion beta
“You ever think about what you’d do,” Kai said, weaving between a stalled bus and a noodle cart, “if you weren’t stuck in a two-wheeled glorified toaster?” And the rain that wasn’t rain fell on
“No,” Kai said, swinging a leg over the battered scooter. “Block all that. Mission mode.” and for a few minutes