I walked under the moonlight.
It was midnight, but the streets were far from peaceful. Colorful neon lights flashed so brightly that they hurt my eyes, and although the crowds were not necessarily less than the crowds during the day, they were definitely more lively. They did not seem to understand why the night was supposed be used for sleep.
The night turns terror into violence.
The bodies of people in the crowd were not completely whole. Some had a robotic prosthetic arm; some had mechanical legs; some had a clear cover on the top of their head, inside of which was not the brain, but control cords; and some had an entire upper body that was robotic.
But, their faces did not carry any hint of regret or shame. Instead, they proudly showed off their prosthetics to each other.
Using fighting.
