Cyberpunk City AI
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Category: Cyberpunk City Shorts
Short stories about Cyberpunk City
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They drank in a place that smelled of oil and old incense, in a hole-in-the-wall where the neon sputter of Iron Alley felt less like light and more like a promise. The joint was called Iron Alley Brews, a low ceiling, welded-steel bar with a fan that rattled like a heart trying to keep time.…
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Mira watched the city breathe from her window—a slice of Neon Spire that looked out over a thousand stacked lives. Tonight the view was softened by a holiday filter pushed through the building’s public overlay: warm halos around streetlamps, a faint amber glow on the towers, and, curiously, a slow drift of neon snow that…
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Before NeuroCorp twisted it into a city-wide addiction, NeuroBliss began in a forgotten biotech lab with one man — Hans Yarr — quietly trying to heal memory, not erase it. See the origins of the drug that rewired Cyberpunk City.
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A woman navigates the chaotic, cluttered black markets of Iron Alley, filled with tangled wires, sparks, and piles of junk. In a cramped junk shop, she discovers a rusted music box she lost as a child — an object her parents once warned carried hidden danger. As she touches it, old memories surge back, and…
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The Neon Spire leaned into the night like a tooth of light, its balcony a thin blade of concrete and glass with the whole city sprawled below — a galaxy of neon, freighted signs, and the slow pulse of traffic. From the man’s apartment the view was a private planet: stacked rooftops, a river of…
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Jonah arrived in Neon Spire with a backpack full of optimism and a part-time job at a noodle stall. The city dazzled him: stacked walkways of glass and light, holo-ads that promised perfect experiences, night markets that sold dreams in capsules. It was the kind of place that made private things feel cheap and public…
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They found each other in the one place the city never bothered to look— a bar wedged between two monoliths of chrome and ambition, where neon spilled like liquid stars over chipped countertops and bodies pressed together in the rhythm of survival. The world outside clawed for advantage, for reputation, for selfish ascent. But inside…
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Amid the chaos of Neon Spire, Maya’s story is a quiet rebellion—one of struggle, survival, and finding herself again. Once trapped in a cycle of implants, addiction, and manufactured desire, she now rebuilds her life on a rooftop garden high above the noise. Each seed she plants is an act of defiance, each sunrise a…
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He traded in ghosts. Arlen Kade’s first real memory of wealth was a flicker on a cracked screen: a line of green numbers climbing so quickly it seemed they were pulling the skyline upward with them. He’d started in a cramped dorm above a noodle shop in Iron Alley, fingers raw from midnight trades and…
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The Hub was the pulse of Neon Spire — a place where light never slept and the rain always shimmered with reflected neon. Towering stacks of mega-structures loomed above the crowds, each layer packed with vendors, holo-screens, micro-clubs, noodle stalls, drifting walkways, and the constant thrum of thousands of lives passing through at once. At…
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