Memory Lane
The year was 2035, and the city hummed with neon lights and the constant pulse of virtual reality streams. In this world, memories were the currency of the soul, bought and sold like rare gems.
The year was 2035, and the city hummed with neon lights and the constant pulse of virtual reality streams. In this world, memories were the currency of the soul, bought and sold like rare gems. Detective John Wolder navigated these streets with the weariness of a man who'd seen too much, yet his eyes still held a glimmer of resolve.
As Wolder strode thro…