Inside the oval stadium, screams and roars boiled over.
Formula craft dogfight races—a top-tier contest of cutting-edge flying vehicles and small-scale lethal weapons.
In every match, one hundred Formula craft raced along a designated virtual route inside the stadium.
They passed through a hundred virtual waypoints, and each waypoint they touched unlocked a weapon on the vehicle.
Vehicle bodies collided, and weapons blasted each other.
Only the Formula craft with enough firepower and tough enough bodies had any hope of lasting until the end.
It wasn't just Greenfield City; almost every city had a dogfight racing arena.
There were races every day, and lotteries every day.
The wealth of countless lower and middle-class people circulated here.
Some got rich overnight; others ended up deep in debt.
There were mechanical collisions and debauched luxury.
