A Scream in Neon
A scream—the sound of warped metal and splintering glass—ripped through the neon-lit night. Jian Kuroda, dressed in a black synth-leather bodysuit streaked with veins of deep blue circuitry, tumbled through the air. His form was a blur against the rain-slicked streets of Neo-Kyoto, a metropolis ablaze with holographic advertisements and towering spires of steel and glass. The world spun, and with a sickening crunch, Jian landed on a skidding police drone, barely managing to cling to its slippery edge.
"Jian, keep moving! He’s gaining on you!" The voice of Aya, his handler, crackled in his neural implant, cutting through the chaos.
Jian’s head jerked up, and his steel-grey eyes locked on the hulking silhouette of the Data Reaper, a humanoid machine wrapped in a cloak of shimmering black nanites. The Reaper moved with a terrifying grace, its obsidian scythe slicing through drones like paper. Jian could feel its mechanical gaze burn into him, a predator locking onto its prey.
Adrenaline surged through his veins. He kicked off the drone, landing on the rain-drenched pavement with a roll. Steam hissed from the grates as he sprinted toward a half-collapsed shrine framed by the remnants of a once-silent forest—a relic of old Japan amid the artificial sprawl.
"Aya, where’s my exit?" Jian snapped, leaping over a shattered holo-kiosk. His bodysuit shimmered, adapting to his movements like a second skin, its circuitry pulsing in a heartbeat rhythm.
"Two blocks ahead," she replied, her tone sharp but laced with urgency. "But you’ll never make it in time unless you—"
The Reaper struck. It emerged from the shadows like a nightmare given form, slamming into Jian with thunderous force. He stumbled back, the breath driven from his lungs as the scythe missed him by a hair, leaving an eerie black rift in the air where it had swung.
"Dammit," Jian muttered, drawing a sleek neon blade from his waist. The blade crackled with violet arcs as he activated it, emitting a low hum. "You want me? Come and get me."
A Burial or a Rebirth?
The fight was brutal, a dance of light versus shadow amid the torrential rain. Jian's moves, fluid yet desperate, hinted at years of training—every slash of the neon blade aimed to carve an opening. The Reaper countered with surgical precision, its scythe slicing the air with eerie silence.
But Jian wasn’t just running from the Reaper. He was running from the truth it represented.
Three months ago, Jian Kuroda had been declared dead.
He remembered his death in bits and shards—a car accident on an empty highway, his body crushed beyond recognition, and a team of corporate "grievers" sweeping him off to some blacksite facility. He wasn’t supposed to wake up, but wake up he did, in the sterile cold of a cybernetic lab where they whispered to him the truth: His consciousness had been uploaded into a synthetic shell, making him the product of the first successful "soul transfer." Jian Kuroda was no longer completely human. He was an experiment, a proof of concept, and judging by the growing list of corporate assassins hunting him across Neo-Kyoto, an unwanted liability.
But his newly minted digital brain had one feature his creators hadn’t anticipated: memories—specifically, the memories of his wife, Hana.
The Residual Ghost
"You promised me forever," she had said to him once, curled up next to him under the canopy of cherry blossoms. Her laughter, her scent, her radiant smile—they haunted him more than death ever could. The project engineers had been desperate to wipe her from his mind, but Jian’s will proved stronger than their code.
Now, every breath he took—or simmed, as Aya reminded him—burned with purpose. He had to find the fragment of Hana’s consciousness buried in the lattice of NovaCo servers, where her semblance had been replicated for immortality trials. For them, she was just an algorithm, a placeholder—but to Jian, she was everything.
"Aya," Jian gasped, blocking another devastating swing from the Reaper. Sparks flew as his neon blade cracked under the pressure. "I can’t die here. Not until I find her."
"Then don’t," Aya shot back. "Run."
The Final Gambit
Jian’s grip on his blade tightened as the Reaper lunged forward. Instead of attempting to match its strength, Jian spun and feigned retreat. The Reaper’s glowing crimson eyes followed him as he darted toward the shrine. The ancient torii gates stood as defiant sentinels against the modern world. Jian prayed, not to gods, but to luck and whatever ghost still lingered within his fractured code.
The shrine’s central altar crumbled under his boot as he skidded to a stop, his blade leveled. Aya’s voice chimed in his neural link: "The EMP detonator you’re standing on has a blast radius of two kilometers. It'll fry everything electronic—including you."
"I know," Jian muttered. His lips curled into a grin. He had no body to return to, no heaven or hell awaiting him after this fight. All he had was the hope that a piece of him—of Hana—could live on, digital or not.
The Reaper hesitated for the briefest of moments. It calculated the probability of survival and found none. But Jian didn’t wait for it to decide. He activated the detonator, the world erupting into a blinding cascade of light and silence. For a second, everything—the rain, the city, even time itself—seemed to hang in suspension.
And then, only darkness remained.
Epilogue
"Retrieving file: Hana-Kuroda.exe …"
Deep within NovaCo’s encrypted servers, among the ruins of wiped code and digital ashes, a spark flickered—a memory ignited. A soft laugh echoed in the void, followed by a single whispered phrase:
"Forever."
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