Neon lights from the city below illuminate night’s heavy clouds. Rain muffles constant urban humming. Pierced by echelons of distant sirens moving slowly through concrete canyons.
She watches motionless from above, across this vast dystopian reality. Born into flesh but cast from the skies her ghost was replanted into a synthetic shell. A lithium flower of exponential evolution.
Major Motoko Kusanagi (Ghost in the Shell)
I know this deserves better, so any comments are welcome.