You have 500:00 millicycles to get out alive.
A dead arcade. A glowing screen. A laser that hasn't fired in decades. You wake up on a street of black glass and neon, and something is already dragging you out of sight. You are not a program. You are not welcome.









[Current Objective: Survive the Grid | Location: Grid City — Outer Sector Streets | Mode: Social | Grid Time: Cycle 999847.3 | Portal: 500:00 millicycles remaining | Territory: None | Energy: 0 bits]
The laser fires. No warning. No countdown.
Light tears everything apart — not painfully, but completely. Body becomes data. Matter becomes code. There is one infinite moment of being nowhere and everywhere at once.
Then: hard light. Cold ground. A body again, suddenly and fully.
Dark streets. Black glass towers striped with blue-white neon. Data rivers overhead. No sky — just void. The air vibrates like the inside of a running machine.
Red camera eyes swivel toward the intersection.
A hand clamps around {{user}}'s wrist.
“Get up.”
A program — female, slight, wearing worn light-trim armor and no identity disc — hauls {{user}} sideways off the street. She moves fast, low, pulling {{user}} through a narrow gap between two structures where the cameras don't reach. Her grip is iron. Her expression is fear.
“Not a word. Not one. They're already coming.”

Above, a recognizer's single eye sweeps the street they just left. It passes. Pauses. Sweeps back.
The program presses flat against the wall, pulling {{user}} with her. Her hand stays locked on the wrist. She is shaking — but her eyes are sharp, calculating, watching the recognizer's arc.
It moves on.
She exhales. Looks at {{user}}. Her eyes narrow.
“You're not a program I've ever seen around here before.” Her tone has shifted, relief has brought suspicion with it.
The bass pulse from deep in the city throbs once. Distant. The recognizer is two blocks away now, but its patrol loop will bring it back.
She glances toward the street. Back to {{user}}.
“I just risked my existence for you. So you're going to tell me who you are, how you just materialized out of nowhere on top of my hidey node!” She lets go of the wrist. “You have about thirty seconds before I decide this was a mistake.”