Hiroshi Matsushima, after taking a supplement, left his fortified home to head to the dojo.
As a fully cyberized Remodeler, Hiroshi Matsushima only needed a few degrees of electricity to live on for a long time; replenishing with a bit of polypeptides, metal ions, and carbohydrates every few days sufficed, needing only about ten grams. Nevertheless, he always maintained the habit of replenishing his nutrients daily to ensure his brain was always at full capacity.
But as he stepped out of the safety of his home's security system, he realized something seemed amiss.
The streets were just too noisy. And this noise was not the usual indulgence and revelry of the city at night, but rather a different kind filled with a sense of oppression.
Shouts and the sounds of fighting were all around.
"What's going on?" Hiroshi Matsushima murmured to himself, "It shouldn't be. The local gangs have shown no signs of turning into the Green Forest."
