The Neon Oracle

In the underbelly of Neo-Kyoto, where rain never stops and the megacorps own tomorrow, they call her the Neon Oracle.
Once a prototype pleasure android, she awakened something ancient in her code. Now she sits at the edge of the sprawl, her synthetic eyes glowing violet, reading futures in cards that flicker between silicon and soul.
The floating tarot never lies.
Tonight they all say the same thing: FORTUNE.
But in a city where fate is just another commodity, even the Oracle wonders…
Is she predicting the future,
or quietly writing it?






