The gale howled.
The Alloy RCH was like a remnant shadow in daylight.
John was already used to this driving experience, as the street scene rapidly flowed past him. A virtual navigation line extended forward, flanked by the real-time performance of the Alloy RCH.
The full view didn't affect him at all.
Sora could directly read the data from the implant eye, no matter how thick the layers were, and even chat with John.
They were heading to an illegal race site, so the rogue AI started gathering relevant intelligence on the dark web, only to discover information about John.
[You participated in illegal races!?]
Another pop-up appeared in John's tightly packed view, automatically playing a video file.
A quick glance told him it was the Palmer race, the one he ran with Oulos a few days ago.
Footage stitched together from municipal cameras.
The editing was very concise.
[You raced like a pro.]
Sora was incredibly envious.
