Leaning against the cool, metallic pillars of the train station, I found myself amidst the familiar hustle and bustle of the end-of-the-day commute. The hum of conversations, the occasional announcement over the intercom, and the rhythmic clatter of footsteps blended into the symphony of a busy transit hub.
As I stood by the platform, I made a swift touch-up on my makeup, making sure I was ready for the rest of the day filled to the brim with running errands. A glance into the reflective surface of the system connector embedded into the top of my chest revealed my own image. Precisely, I adjusted my lipstick and smoothed out a stray strand of golden hair, the digital interface mirroring my every movement.
