Subnet_Masks Part.1 (Cyberpunk Web Serial)

He held the styrofoam cup of Nucaff in both hands, inhaling the faintly coffee-smelling steam, stealing its warmth like a witch steals a soul. His fingers were coming back to life, the numbness leaving his hands as the cup of heated stimulants chased away the chill of the Maine evening. He took a sip, the vaguely coffee like taste washing over his tongue, replaced an instant later by the sharp tinge of chemicals and copper. His face was lit by green neon, advertising something in Japanese, the light accentuating the dark circles under his eyes. He was just another neon lit face in a sea of neon lit faces, kept alive by Nucaff and rice. Paycheck to paycheck the new ideal, half his life spent in cyberspace. Just another American, in other words. His name was Braxton Gargaryan, and he lived in the Lewiston/Auburn development, a colossal living organism of people-as-cells, crammed into high rises, in thirty by thirty boxes jokingly called apartments. Enough room for a bed, a kitc...