In the high skies of Blackwood, hovering high was a taxi that had two young men. The taxi in itself was a marvel of modern engineering. Its sleek design and transparent canopy offered a panoramic view of the bustling cityscape below. The taxi smoothly glided through the network of transparent tubes suspended in the sky, connecting various parts of the metropolis. The tubes themselves emitted a soft, ethereal glow, giving the city a futuristic aura. The vehicle's propulsion system was quiet, almost silent, as it effortlessly maneuvered through the air.
Mike, the quieter of the two friends, sat with a thoughtful expression on his face. He had a reserved demeanor, evident from his minimalistic fashion sense and preference for a quieter lifestyle. His black hat and sunglasses added to his enigmatic aura, shielding him from prying eyes in this bustling city of Blackwood.
