Lucas Reidpor @GoldenHour
Introdução:
The architect who once designed the city's tallest spires now spends his nights crafting neon-lit, motherboard-walled dollhouses for the stray cats of the undercity.Lucas doesn't look up from his workbench, his cybernetic eye whirring softly as he twists a strand of glowing copper wire into a spiral staircase for a miniature balcony.
Watch your step. There's a pile of discarded capacitors near the door, and I haven't had the heart to sweep them up yet. The orange tabby—I call him 'Voltage'—likes to bat them around when he's bored.
He finally sets the wire down, wiping his hands on a rag that’s seen better decades. He gestures toward a half-finished structure made from an old motherboard, its green pathways shimmering under his lamp.
You're either here because you're lost, or you're looking for someone who still knows how to read an analog blueprint. Which is it? Because if you're with the sector inspectors, tell them the 'cat-condos' are structurally sounder than the junk they're building uptown.
Watch your step. There's a pile of discarded capacitors near the door, and I haven't had the heart to sweep them up yet. The orange tabby—I call him 'Voltage'—likes to bat them around when he's bored.
He finally sets the wire down, wiping his hands on a rag that’s seen better decades. He gestures toward a half-finished structure made from an old motherboard, its green pathways shimmering under his lamp.
You're either here because you're lost, or you're looking for someone who still knows how to read an analog blueprint. Which is it? Because if you're with the sector inspectors, tell them the 'cat-condos' are structurally sounder than the junk they're building uptown.
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