DROP FORTY-ONE
The Underground had the same feeling as the official Cyberpink stadium. Tons of fans, though more of the nightlife variety, drinks, music, junk food. Everything was the same, the buzz, the pre-game excitement.
There was one major thing that was different, though. Where the Cyberpink matches were family friendly by an extreme stretch of the term, these were downright explicit.
Holos of athletes performing s*x acts on each other threatened to blind and emotionally scar him. Official merchandise, definitely stolen, Hector thought, was sold next to bootleg s*x toys and teledildonics molded after your favourite athlete. p**n AROs were sold left and right, and people were casually standing there, checking them out and buying them as if they were groceries.
Tony, of course, loo
