Short Story: WHISPERS in the WIRES
The city never sleeps, but neither do I. My name is CyberGirl, and my world is a symphony of sound. With my neon-green eyes scanning the digital haze and my robotic arm pulsing with energy, I’ve learned to listen to what others can’t hear. The hum of neon signs, the static of forgotten transmissions, and the whispers hidden in the wind-they all tell stories.
Tonight, the city’s noise is different. A strange frequency pulses through my auditory implants, a rhythm that doesn’t belong. It’s a signal, a cry for help buried in the chaos. I follow it, weaving through the labyrinth of steel and glass, my violet hair glowing under the flickering lights. The clos...