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>my intro to a grounded cyberpunk set in the asiatic future of Australia
The tangle of his greymatter gleams with a thin red varnish of blood - shattered skull exposes the organ once forbidden to experience the light of day. An ethereal matrix of pink interwoven with veins of red, black, green and blue; the chorded tendrils of his brain implants. He’s dead. Probably for hours now. Found half-floating in the ebbing tides of the lower anchorage of Taipan Metropolitan Zone, his body now greyish green and soggy from long exposure to the poisoned sea. The broken dome of his ecological suit now repurposed as a fishbowl; several aquatic creatures nestle in the sand that sediments in the grooves and caverns inside, slowly losing its salinity to the slow drizzle of rain. Death, like a ballet teacher, locks his body in a contortionist’s pose, twisting and jagged like the dead tree branches he was found amongst; floating, drifting. The suit itself, once a life-sustaining protective shield, has become his coffin. Flashing red lights illuminate the harbour; the alarming colour shimmers on the broad walls of the submerged skyscrapers that line the coast. A gridded tangle of platforms and pontoons suspended inside the bay is denoted by the floating slum - The Web. Like a pile of deluge and driftwood after a storm, the dynamic colony of corrugated iron is interjected by several organic channels of free water for boats to enter and leave. Yellowed fibreglass hulls, aluminium dinghies and tinnies patinated to a dull grey, blue barrels tied with blue nylon rope and green eyes watching from behind every shadowed hole and tear in its walls. Its malevolent presence wraps its neon tentacles up the skyscrapers to hold its body of scum tight against the city’s barrier, sinking its teeth deep, all to guard the head of its growth - a large shipping vessel used as the foundation for the white-painted containers fitted as housing columns above. A Kowloonish floating mega-village that grows as more people escape the crime, costs and struggle; as more people find escape from the city.
>what do you think?

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