"Electromancy a thousand years ago battled dragons. Today it streams from wire to brain, letting us feel." The world has fallen into the tenebrous clutches of corporate greed. With the boom of technology and realization of modernity, the rough but mystical fantasy that once was is now long-swept beneath the rug by the replacing industrial takeover. Whispers of the old world are but echoes upon the deaf ears of a changed society plugged with the escape of augmentation. Were the old tales true? Who knows? That's not what this story is about, though. Not entirely. Street punks turn to deadbeats. Everyone in Onyx knows that; aboveground or belowground, it doesn't matter. They end up neck-scratching scabs or shackled by wire to wall. You'll find arrays of them hooked to metro panels. Look at how much fun they must be having. They won't last when the city finally cuts support to this underground shithole, though. The subterranean, half-criminal half-tweaker network nestled beneath the aboveground city of new shiny lights and old flaked castles. It operates on greed, lust, and the rest of the sins in tandem. Call it the 'Underground,' just like every other abused punk living down here does. Between enclaved black markets, repurposed metro stations and smushed slums is a doomed street punk's breeding grounds. One unfortunate fortune-struck punk in particular has led a criminal life belowground in an all-organic body amidst all-metal accomplices. Her dissatisfaction cannot be understated. Her name is Vista. The ridge-faced metal-punks love to talk down to her. She's not the same as them, and she never will be, because she can't 'alloy' - augment - herself. Follow her through this one, if you will. Cybersomber is only readable on Google Docs right now. I'll only put the transcript on Wattpad when the story has concluded.