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**An explosion beyond view caught Rameshvara's attention, far down an expressway along the coast near "[Valles":](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valles_Marineris) Novo Caracas. A sedan is launched into the air before a wavefront of billowing fire, then something fast skims into view of the hacked traffic sensors he's using, just as a boom of sound reaches the microphones...*
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%^{"Professor..."}^~
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[ "[♫":](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vThgFwt4Kg) ]
 
**One, then a second, then a third flying vehicle speed along, following the expressway's course along the city's "[sea wall":](https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/bladerunner/images/e/ed/Sea_Wall_cut_scene.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180110083832), being "[chased by tracer fire.":](https://giffiles.alphacoders.com/102/102677.gif) They're VTOLs of some sort, "[though much more streamlined and efficient-looking than anything any terrestrial army has ever fielded":](https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/55f77915e4b0fb0e9ba5f7d8/1477261542248-IU6ULAFBGAFHJ781VNYE/hunter-killer+earth.png?content-type=image%2Fpng), and moving like nothing Rameshvara has ever seen before.**


 
**The VTOLs fire into densely-packed traffic during rush-hour below, chased after by a group of "[ramshackle mechs":](https://media0.giphy.com/media/dVpA7GDt3M5GBhYSCG/giphy.gif), the latter's heavy machineguns desperately blazing away, uselessly creating trails of spent brass behind them...*
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%{"...professor..."}~

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**The trio of advanced aircraft roll and twirl through the air, adeptly dodging the incoming gunfire, whilst picking shots into the hapless masses below, all with breathtaking gracefulness. It's almost... tranquilly how they go about their wanton genocide.*

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**Rameshvara freezes the hacked sensorfeed for a second to avoid being fully enthralled by the strikingly beautiful things. He saw beauty in the way they flew, the way they ignored the danger around them with complete disregard, as they gleefully obliterated the screaming civilians climbing over and trampling each other to escape. He and the three pilots of those aircraft were kindred spirits, an elevated new breed apart from the filthy rabbles of peons with ephemeral lives below them, or the second-rate mech brigade chasing them...*


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**An unpleasant sensation then suddenly jolts into part of his cyberbrain emulating the nucleus coeruleus, jarring him awake. His CAIS companion, hosted within a partitioned spare portion of his head, then chimes eir voice once more within his mind.*
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CAIS: {"...professor, you dozed off for a few minutes. You should get around meeting that team you'll be directing."}


 
**Stirred up from within the recliner-turned acceleration couch moved into his room, he eventually stands, feet magnetized unto the floor, kneading his synthetic face, eyes, and forehead.** "...Fine."

*An explosion beyond view caught Rameshvara's attention, far down an expressway along the coast near "Valles":https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valles_Marineris Novo Caracas. A sedan is launched into the air before a wavefront of billowing fire, then something fast skims into view of the hacked traffic sensors he's using, just as a boom of sound reaches the microphones...*
~^{"Professor..."}^~
[ "♫":https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vThgFwt4Kg ]
*One, then a second, then a third flying vehicle speed along, following the expressway's course along the city's "sea wall":https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/bladerunner/images/e/ed/Sea_Wall_cut_scene.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180110083832, being "chased by tracer fire.":https://giffiles.alphacoders.com/102/102677.gif They're VTOLs of some sort, "though much more streamlined and efficient-looking than anything any terrestrial army has ever fielded":https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/55f77915e4b0fb0e9ba5f7d8/1477261542248-IU6ULAFBGAFHJ781VNYE/hunter-killer+earth.png?content-type=image%2Fpng, and moving like nothing Rameshvara has ever seen before.*

*The VTOLs fire into densely-packed traffic during rush-hour below, chased after by a group of "ramshackle mechs":https://media0.giphy.com/media/dVpA7GDt3M5GBhYSCG/giphy.gif, the latter's heavy machineguns desperately blazing away, uselessly lcreavting trails of spent brass behind them...*
~{"...professor..."}~

*The trio of advanced aircraft roll and twirl through the air, adeptly dodging the incoming gunfire, whilst picking shots into the hapless masses below, all with breathtaking gracefulness. It's almost... tranquilly how they go about their wanton genocide.*

*Rameshvara freezes the hacked sensorfeed for a second to avoid being fully enthralled by the strikingly beautiful things. He saw beauty in the way they flew, the way they ignored the danger around them with complete disregard, as they gleefully obliterated the screaming civilians climbing over and trampling each other to escape. He and the three pilots of those aircraft were kindred spirits, an elevated new breed apart from the filthy rabbles of peons with ephemeral lives below them, or the second-rate mech brigade chasing them...*


*An unpleasant sensation then suddenly jolts into part of his cyberbrain emulating the nucleus coeruleus, jarring him awake. His CAIS companion, hosted within a partitioned spare portion of his head, then chimes eir voice once more within his mind.*
CAIS: {"...professor, you dozed off for a few minutes. You should get around meeting that team you'll be directing."}

*Stirred up from within the recliner-turned acceleration couch moved into his room, he eventually stands, feet magnetized unto the floor, kneading his synthetic face, eyes, and forehead.* "...Fine."

*An explosion beyond view caught Rameshvara's attention, far down an expressway along the coast near "Valles":https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valles_Marineris Novo Caracas. A sedan is launched into the air before a wavefront of billowing fire, then something fast skims into view of the hacked traffic sensors he's using, just as a boom of sound reaches the microphones...*
~^{"Professor..."}^~
[ "♫":https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vThgFwt4Kg ]
*One, then a second, then a third flying vehicle speed along, following the expressway's course along the city's "sea wall":https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/bladerunner/images/e/ed/Sea_Wall_cut_scene.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180110083832, being "chased by tracer fire.":https://giffiles.alphacoders.com/102/102677.gif They're VTOLSs of some sort, "though much more streamlined and efficient-looking than anything any terrestrial army has ever fielded":https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/55f77915e4b0fb0e9ba5f7d8/1477261542248-IU6ULAFBGAFHJ781VNYE/hunter-killer+earth.png?content-type=image%2Fpng, and moving like nothing Rameshvara has ever seen before.*

*The VTOLs fire into densely-packed traffic during rush-hour below, chased after by a group of "ramshackle mechs":https://media0.giphy.com/media/dVpA7GDt3M5GBhYSCG/giphy.gif, the latter's heavy machineguns desperately blazing away, uselessly leaving trails of spent brass behind them...*
~{"...professor..."}~

*The trio of advanced aircraft roll and twirl through the air, adeptly dodging the incoming gunfire, whilst picking shots into the hapless masses below, all with breathtaking gracefulness. It's almost... tranquilly how they go about their wanton genocide.*

*Rameshvara freezes the hacked sensorfeed for a second to avoid being fully enthralled by the strikingly beautiful things. He saw beauty in the way they flew, the way they ignored the danger around them with complete disregard, as they gleefully obliterated the screaming civilians climbing over and trampling each other to escape. He and the three pilots of those aircraft were kindred spirits, an elevated new breed apart from the filthy rabbles of peons with ephemeral lives below them, or the second-rate mech brigade chasing them...*


*An unpleasant sensation then suddenly jolts into part of his cyberbrain emulating the nucleus coeruleus, jarring him awake. His CAIS companion, hosted within a partitioned spare portion of his head, then chimes eir voice once more within his mind.*
CAIS: {"...professor, you dozed off for a few minutes. You should get around meeting that team you'll be directing."}

*Stirred up from within the recliner-turned acceleration couch moved into his room, he eventually stands, feet magnetized unto the floor, kneading his synthetic face, eyes, and forehead.* "...Fine."

*An explosion beyond view caught Rameshvara's attention, far down an expressway along the coast near "Valles":https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valles_Marineris Novo Caracas. A sedan is launched into the air before a wavefront of billowing fire, then something fast skims into view of the hacked traffic sensors Ramhe'shvara is using, just as a boom of sound reaches the microphones...*
~^{"Professor..."}^~
[ "♫":https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vThgFwt4Kg ]
*One, then a second, then a third flying vehicle speed along, following the expressway's course along the city's "sea wall":https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/bladerunner/images/e/ed/Sea_Wall_cut_scene.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180110083832, being "chased by tracer fire.":https://giffiles.alphacoders.com/102/102677.gif They're VTOLS of some sort, "though much more streamlined and efficient-looking than anything any terrestrial army has ever fielded":https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/55f77915e4b0fb0e9ba5f7d8/1477261542248-IU6ULAFBGAFHJ781VNYE/hunter-killer+earth.png?content-type=image%2Fpng, and moving like nothing Rameshvara has ever seen before.*

*The VTOLs fire into densely-packed traffic during rush-hour below, chased after by a group of "ramshackle mechs":https://media0.giphy.com/media/dVpA7GDt3M5GBhYSCG/giphy.gif, the latter's heavy machineguns desperately blazing away, uselessly leaving trails of spent brass behind them...*
~{"...professor..."}~

*The trio of advanced aircraft roll and twirl through the air, adeptly dodging the incoming gunfire, whilst picking shots into the hapless masses below, all with breathtaking gracefulness. It's almost... tranquilly how they go about their wanton genocide.*

*Rameshvara freezes the hacked sensorfeed for a second to avoid being fully enthralled by the strikingly beautiful things. He saw beauty in the way they flew, the way they ignored the danger around them with complete disregard, as they gleefully obliterated the screaming civilians climbing over and trampling each other to escape. He and the three pilots of those aircraft were kindred spirits, an elevated new breed apart from the filthy rabbles of peons with ephemeral lives below them, or the second-rate mech brigade chasing them...*


*An unpleasant sensation then suddenly jolts into part of Rameshvara'is cyberbrain emulating the nucleus coeruleus, jarring him awake. His CAIS companion, hosted within a partitioned spare portion of his head, then chimes eir voice once more within his mind.*
CAIS: {"...professor, you dozed off for a few minutes. You should get around meeting that team you'll be directing."}

*Stirred up from within the recliner-turned acceleration couch moved into his room, he eventually stands, feet magnetized unto the floor, kneading his synthetic face, eyes, and forehead.* "...Fine."

*An explosion beyond view caught Rameshvara's attention, far down an expressway along the coast near "Valles":https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valles_Marineris Novo Caracas. A sedan is launched into the air before a wavefront of billowing fire, then something fast skims into view of the hacked traffic sensors Rameshvara is using, as a boom of sound reaches the microphones...*
~^{"Professor..."}^~
[ "♫":https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vThgFwt4Kg ]
*One, then a second, then a third flying vehicle speed along, following the expressway's course along the city's "sea wall":https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/bladerunner/images/e/ed/Sea_Wall_cut_scene.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180110083832, being "chased by tracer fire.":https://giffiles.alphacoders.com/102/102677.gif They're VTOLS of some sort, "though much more streamlined and efficient-looking than anything any terrestrial army has ever fielded":https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/55f77915e4b0fb0e9ba5f7d8/1477261542248-IU6ULAFBGAFHJ781VNYE/hunter-killer+earth.png?content-type=image%2Fpng, and moving like nothing Rameshvara has ever seen before.*

*The VTOLs fire into densely-packed traffic during rush-hour below, chased after by a group of "ramshackle mechs":https://media0.giphy.com/media/dVpA7GDt3M5GBhYSCG/giphy.gif, the latter's heavy machineguns desperately blazing away, uselessly leaving trails of spent brass behind them...*
~{"...professor..."}~

*The trio of advanced aircraft roll and twirl through the air, adeptly dodging the incoming gunfire, whilst picking shots into the hapless masses below, all with breathtaking gracefulness. It's almost... tranquilly how they go about their wanton genocide.*

*Rameshvara freezes the hacked sensorfeed for a second to avoid being fully enthralled by the strikingly beautiful things. He saw beauty in the way they flew, the way they ignored the danger around them with complete disregard, as they gleefully obliterated the screaming civilians climbing over and trampling each other to escape. He and the three pilots of those aircraft must bwere kindred spirits, an elevated new breed apart from the filthy rabbles of peons with ephemeral lives below them, or the second-rate mech brigade purchasuing them...*


*An unpleasant sensation then suddenly jolts into part of Rameshvara's cyberbrain emulating the nucleus coeruleus, jarring him awake. His CAIS companion, hosted within a partitioned spare portion of his head, then chimes eir voice once more within his mind.*
CAIS: {"...professor, you dozed off for a few minutes. You should get around meeting that team you'll be directing."}

*Stirred up from within the recliner-turned acceleration couch moved into his room, he eventually stands, feet magnetized unto the floor, kneading his synthetic face, eyes, and forehead.* "...Fine."

*An explosion beyond view caught Rameshvara's attention, far down an expressway along the coast near "Valles":https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valles_Marineris Novo Caracas. A sedan is launched into the air before a wavefront of billowing fire, then something fast skims into view of the hacked traffic sensors Rameshvara is using, as a boom of sound reaches the microphones...*
~^{"Professor..."}^~
[ "♫":https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vThgFwt4Kg ]
*One, then a second, then a third flying vehicle speed along, following the expressway's course along the city's "sea wall":https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/bladerunner/images/e/ed/Sea_Wall_cut_scene.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180110083832, being "chased by tracer fire.":https://giffiles.alphacoders.com/102/102677.gif They're VTOLS of some sort, "though much more streamlined and efficient-looking than anything any terrestrial army has ever fielded":https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/55f77915e4b0fb0e9ba5f7d8/1477261542248-IU6ULAFBGAFHJ781VNYE/hunter-killer+earth.png?content-type=image%2Fpng, and moving like nothing Rameshvara has ever seen before.*

*The VTOLs fire into densely-packed traffic during rush-hour below, chased after by a group of "ramshackle mechs":https://media0.giphy.com/media/dVpA7GDt3M5GBhYSCG/giphy.gif, the latter's heavy machineguns desperately blazing away, uselessly leaving trails of spent brass behind them...*
~{"...professor..."}~

*The trio of advanced aircraft roll and twirl through the air, adeptly dodging the incoming gunfire, whilst picking shots into the hapless masses below, all with breathtaking gracefulness. It's almost... tranquilly how they go about their wanton genocide.*

*Rameshvara frexitezes the hacked sensorsfeed for a second to avoid being fully enthralled by the strikingly beautiful things. He saw beauty in the way they flew, the way they ignored the danger around them with complete disregard, as they gleefully obliterated the screaming civilians, who by now were climbing over and trampling each other to escape. He and the three pilots of those aircraft wmust bere kindred spirits, an elevated new breed apart from the filthy rabble of peons with ephemeral lives below, or the second-rate mech brigade pursuing them...*


*An unpleasant sensation then suddenly jolts into part of Rameshvara's cyberbrain emulating the nucleus coeruleus, jarring him awake. His CAIS companion, hosted within a partitioned spare portion of his head, then chimes eir voice once more within his mind.*
CAIS: {"...professor, you dozed off for a few minutes. You should get around meeting that team you'll be directing."}

*Stirred up from within the recliner-turned acceleration couch moved into his room, he eventually stands, feet magnetized unto the floor, kneading his synthetic face, eyes, and forehead.* "...Fine."

*An explosion beyond view caught Rameshvara's attention, far down an expressway along the coast near "Valles":https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valles_Marineris Novo Caracas. A sedan is launched into the air before a wavefront of billowing fire, then something fast skims into view of the hacked traffic sensors Rameshvara is using, as a boom of sound reaches the microphones...*
~^{"Professor..."}^~
[ "♫":https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vThgFwt4Kg ]
*One, then a second, then a third flying vehicle speed along, following the expressway's course along the city's "sea wall":https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/bladerunner/images/e/ed/Sea_Wall_cut_scene.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180110083832, being "chased by tracer fire.":https://giffiles.alphacoders.com/102/102677.gif They're VTOLS of some sort, "though much more streamlined and efficient-looking than anything any terrestrial army has ever fielded":https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/55f77915e4b0fb0e9ba5f7d8/1477261542248-IU6ULAFBGAFHJ781VNYE/hunter-killer+earth.png?content-type=image%2Fpng, and moving like nothing Rameshvara has ever seen before.*

*The VTOLs fire into densely-packed traffic during rush-hour below, chased after by a group of "ramshackle mechs":https://media0.giphy.com/media/dVpA7GDt3M5GBhYSCG/giphy.gif, the latter's heavy machineguns desperately blazing away, uselessly leaving trails of spent brass behind them...*
~{"...professor..."}~

*The trio of advanced aircraft roll and twirl through the air, adeptly dodging the incoming gunfire, whilst picking shots into the hapless masses below, all with breathtaking accugracyefulness. It's almost... tranquilly how they go about their wanton genocide.*

*Rameshvara exits the hacked sensors for a second to avoid being fully enthralled by the strikingly beautiful things. He saw beauty in the way they flew, the way they ignored the danger around them with complete disregard, as they gleefully obliterated screaming civilians, who by now were climbing over and trampling each other to escape. He and the three pilots of those aircraft were kindred spirits, an elevated new breed apart from the filthy rabble of peons with ephemeral lives below, or the second-rate mech brigade pursuing them...*


*An unpleasant sensation then suddenly jolts into part of Rameshvara's cyberbrain emulating the nucleus coeruleus, jarring him awake. His CAIS companion, hosted within a partitioned spare portion of his head, then chimes eir voice once more within his mind.*
CAIS: {"...professor, you dozed off for a few minutes. You should get around meeting that team you'll be directing."}

*Stirred up from within the recliner-turned acceleration couch moved into his room, he eventually stands, feet magnetized unto the floor, kneading his synthetic face, eyes, and forehead.* "...Fine."

*An explosion beyond view caught Rameshvara's attention, far down an expressway along the coast near "Valles":https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valles_Marineris Novo Caracas. A sedan is launched into the air before a wavefront of billowing fire, then something fast skims into view of the hacked traffic sensors Rameshvara is using, as a boom of sound reaches the microphones...*
~^{"Professor..."}^~
[ "♫":https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vThgFwt4Kg ]
*One, then a second, then a third flying vehicle speed along, following the expressway's course along the city's "sea wall":https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/bladerunner/images/e/ed/Sea_Wall_cut_scene.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180110083832, being "chased by tracer fire.":https://giffiles.alphacoders.com/102/102677.gif They're VTOLS of some sort, "though much more streamlined and efficient-looking than anything any terrestrial army has ever fielded":https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/55f77915e4b0fb0e9ba5f7d8/1477261542248-IU6ULAFBGAFHJ781VNYE/hunter-killer+earth.png?content-type=image%2Fpng, and moving like nothing Rameshvara has ever seen before.*

*The VTOLs fire into densely-packed traffic during rush-hour below, chased after by a group of "ramshackle mechs":https://media0.giphy.com/media/dVpA7GDt3M5GBhYSCG/giphy.gif, the latter's heavy machineguns desperately blazing away, fruitselessly leaving trails of spent brass behind them...*
~{"...professor..."}~

*The trio of advanced aircraft roll and twirl through the air, adeptly dodging the incoming gunfire, whilst picking shots into the hapless masses below, all with breathtaking accuracy. It's almost... tranquilly how they go about their wanton genocide.*

*Rameshvara exits the hacked sensors for a second to avoid being fully enthralled by the strikingly beautiful things. He saw beauty in the way they flew, the way they ignored the danger around them with complete disregard, as they gleefully obliterated screaming civilians, who by now were climbing over and trampling each other to escape. He and the three pilots of those aircraft were kindred spirits, an elevated new breed apart from the filthy rabble of peons with ephemeral lives below, or the second-rate mech brigade pursuing them...*


*An unpleasant sensation then suddenly jolts into part of Rameshvara's cyberbrain emulating the nucleus coeruleus, jarring him awake. His CAIS companion, hosted within a partitioned spare portion of his head, then chimes eir voice once more within his mind.*
CAIS: {"...professor, you dozed off for a few minutes. You should get around meeting that team you'll be directing."}

*Stirred up from within the recliner-turned acceleration couch moved into his room, he eventually stands, feet magnetized unto the floor, kneading his synthetic face, eyes, and forehead.* "...Fine."

*An explosion beyond view caught Rameshvara's attention, far down an expressway along the coast near "Valles":https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valles_Marineris Novo Caracas. A sedan is launched into the air before a wavefront of billowing fire, then something fast skims into view of the hacked traffic sensors Rameshvara is using, as a boom of sound reaches the microphones...*
~^{"Professor..."}^~

[ "♫":https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vThgFwt4Kg ]
*One, then a second, then a third flying vehicle speed along, following the expressway's course along the city's "sea wall":https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/bladerunner/images/e/ed/Sea_Wall_cut_scene.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180110083832, being "chased by tracer fire.":https://giffiles.alphacoders.com/102/102677.gif They're VTOLS of some sort, "though much more streamlined and efficient-looking than anything any terrestrial army has ever fielded":https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/55f77915e4b0fb0e9ba5f7d8/1477261542248-IU6ULAFBGAFHJ781VNYE/hunter-killer+earth.png?content-type=image%2Fpng, and moving like nothing Rameshvara ever seen before.*

*The VTOLs fire into densely-packed traffic during rush-hour below, chased after by a group of "ramshackle mechs":https://media0.giphy.com/media/dVpA7GDt3M5GBhYSCG/giphy.gif, the latter's heavy machineguns desperately blazing away, fruitlessly leaving trails of brass behind them...*
~{"...professor..."}~


*The trio of advanced aircraft roll and twirl through the air, adeptly dodging the incoming gunfire, whilst picking shots into the hapless masses below, all with breathtaking accuracy. It's almost... tranquilly how they go about their wanton genocide.*

*Rameshvara exits the hacked sensors for a second to avoid being fully enthralled by the strikingly beautiful things. He saw beauty in the way they flew, the way they ignored the danger around them with complete disregard, as they gleefully obliterated screaming civilians, who by now were climbing over and trampling each other to escape. He and the three pilots of those aircraft were kindred spirits, an elevated new breed apart from the filthy rabble of peons with ephemeral lives below, or the second-rate mech brigade pursuing them...*


*An unpleasant sensation then suddenly jolts into part of Rameshvara's cyberbrain emulating the nucleus coeruleus, jarring him awake. His CAIS companion, hosted within a partitioned spare portion of his head, then chimes eir voice once more within his mind.*
CAIS: {"...professor, you dozed off for a few minutes. You should get around meeting that team you'll be directing."}

*Stirred up from within the recliner-turned acceleration couch moved into his room, he eventually stands, feet magnetized unto the floor, kneading his synthetic face, eyes, and forehead.* "...Fine."

*An explosion beyond view caught Rameshvara's attention, far down an expressway along the coast near "Valles":https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valles_Marineris Novo Caracas. A sedan is launched into the air before a wavefront of billowing fire, then something fast skims into view of the hacked traffic sensors Rameshvara is using, as a boom of sound reaches the microphones...*
~^{"Professor..."}^~

[ "♫":https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vThgFwt4Kg ]
*One, then a second, then a third flying vehicle speed along, following the expressway's course along the city's "sea wall":https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/bladerunner/images/e/ed/Sea_Wall_cut_scene.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180110083832, being "chased by tracer fire.":https://giffiles.alphacoders.com/102/102677.gif They're VTOLS of some sort, "though much more streamlined and efficient-looking than anything any terrestrial army has ever fielded":https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/55f77915e4b0fb0e9ba5f7d8/1477261542248-IU6ULAFBGAFHJ781VNYE/hunter-killer+earth.png?content-type=image%2Fpng, and moving like nothing Rameshvara ever seen before.*

*The VTOLs fire into densely-packed traffic during rush-hour below, chased after by a group of "ramshackle mechs":https://media0.giphy.com/media/dVpA7GDt3M5GBhYSCG/giphy.gif, the latter's heavy machineguns desperately blazing away, fruitlessly leaving trails of brass behind them...*
~{"...professor..."}~


*The trio of advanced aircraft roll and twirl through the air, adeptly dodging the incoming gunfire, whilst picking shots into the hapless masses below, all with breathtaking accuracy. It's almost... tranquilly how they go about their wanton genocide.*

*Rameshvara exits the hacked sensors for a second to avoid being fully enthralled by the strikingly beautiful things. He saw beauty in the way they flew, the way they ignored the danger around them with complete disregard, as they gleefully obliterated screaming civilians, who by now were climbing over and trampling each other to escape. He and the three pilots of those aircraft were kindred spirits, an elevated new breed apart from the filthy rabble of peons with ephemeral lives below, or the second-rate mech brigade pursuing them...*


*An unpleasant sensation then suddenly jolts into part of Rameshvara's cyberbrain emulating the nucleus coeruleus, jarring him awake. His CAIS companion, hosted within a partitioned spare portion of his head, then chimes eir voice once more within his mind.*
CAIS: {"...professor, you dozed off for a few minutes. You should get around meeting that team you'll be directing."}

*Stirred up from within the recliner-turned acceleration couch moved into his room, he eventually stands, feet magnetized unto the floor, kneading his synthetic face, eyes, and forehead.* "_...Fine._"

*An explosion beyond view caught Rameshvara's attention, far down an expressway along the coast near "Valles":https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valles_Marineris Novo Caracas. A sedan is launched into the air before a wavefront of billowing fire, then something fast skims into view of the hacked traffic sensors Rameshvara is using, as a boom of sound reaches the microphones...*
~^{"Professor..."}^~

[ "♫":https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vThgFwt4Kg ]
*One, then a second, then a third flying vehicle speed along, following the expressway's course along the city's "sea wall":https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/bladerunner/images/e/ed/Sea_Wall_cut_scene.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180110083832, being "chased by tracer fire.":https://giffiles.alphacoders.com/102/102677.gif They're VTOLS of some sort, "though much more streamlined and efficient-looking than anything any terrestrial army has ever fielded":https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/55f77915e4b0fb0e9ba5f7d8/1477261542248-IU6ULAFBGAFHJ781VNYE/hunter-killer+earth.png?content-type=image%2Fpng, and moving like nothing Rameshvara ever seen before.*

*The VTOLs fire into densely-packed traffic during rush-hour below, chased after by a group of "ramshackle mechs":https://media0.giphy.com/media/dVpA7GDt3M5GBhYSCG/giphy.gif, the latter's heavy machineguns desperately blazing away, fruitlessly leaving trails of brass behind them...*
~{"...professor..."}~


*The trio of advanced aircraft roll and twirl through the air, adeptly dodging the incoming gunfire, whilst picking shots into the hapless masses below, all with breathtaking accuracy. It's almost... tranquilly how they go about their wanton genocide.*

*Rameshvara exits the hacked sensors for a second to avoid being fully enthralled by the strikingly beautiful things. He saw beauty in the way they flew, the way they ignored the danger around them with complete disregard, as they gleefully obliterated screaming civilians, who by now were climbing over and trampling each other to escape. He and the three pilots of those aircraft were kindred spirits, an elevated new breed apart from the filthy rabble of peons with ephemeral lives below, or the second-rate mech brigade pursuing them...*


*An unpleasant sensation then suddenly jolts into part of Rameshvara's cyberbrain emulating the nucleus coeruleus, jarring him awake. His CAIS companion, hosted within a partitioned spare portion of his head, then chimes eir voice once more within his mind.*
CAIS: {"...professor, you dozed off for a few minutes. You should get around meeting that team you'll be directing."}

*Stirred up from within the recliner-turned acceleration couch moved into his room, he eventually stands, feet magnetized unto the floor, kneading his synthetic face, eyes, and forehead.* {"_...Fine._"}

*An explosion beyond view caught Rameshvara's attention, far down an expressway along the coast near "Valles":https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valles_Marineris Novo Caracas. A sedan is launched into the air before a wavefront of billowing fire, then something fast skims into view of the hacked traffic sensors Rameshvara is using, as a boom of sound reaches the microphones...*
~^{"Professor..."}^~
~[ "♫":https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vThgFwt4Kg ]~
*One, then a second, then a third flying vehicle speed along, following the expressway's course along the city's "sea wall":https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/bladerunner/images/e/ed/Sea_Wall_cut_scene.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180110083832, being "chased by tracer fire.":https://giffiles.alphacoders.com/102/102677.gif They're VTOLS of some sort, "though much more streamlined and efficient-looking than anything any terrestrial army has ever fielded":https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/55f77915e4b0fb0e9ba5f7d8/1477261542248-IU6ULAFBGAFHJ781VNYE/hunter-killer+earth.png?content-type=image%2Fpng, and moving like nothing Rameshvara ever seen before.*

*They VTOLs fire into densely-packed traffic during rush-hour below, chased after by a group of "ramshackle mechs":https://media0.giphy.com/media/dVpA7GDt3M5GBhYSCG/giphy.gif, the latter's heavy machineguns desperately blazing away, fruitlessly leaving trails of brass behind them...*
~{"...professor..."}~

*The trio of advanced aircraft roll and twirl through the air, adeptly dodging the incoming gunfire, whilst picking shots into the hapless masses below, all with breathtaking accuracy. It's almost... tranquilly how they go about their wanton genocide.*

*Rameshvara exits the hacked sensors for a second to avoid being fully enthralled by the strikingly beautiful things. He saw beauty in the way they flew, the way they ignored the danger around them with complete disregard, as they gleefully obliterated screaming civilians, who by now were climbing over and trampling each other to escape. He and the three pilots of those aircraft were kindred spirits, an elevated new breed apart from the filthy rabble of peons with ephemeral lives below, or the second-rate mech brigade pursuing them...*


*An unpleasant sensation then suddenly jolts into part of Rameshvara's cyberbrain emulating the nucleus coeruleus, jarring him awake. His CAIS companion, hosted within a partitioned spare portion of his head, then chimes eir voice once more within his mind.*
CAIS: {"...professor, you dozed off for a few minutes. You should get around meeting that team you'll be directing."}

*Stirred up from within the recliner-turned acceleration couch moved into his room, he eventually stands up, feet magnetized unto the floor, and kneading his synthetic face, eyes, and forehead.* {"_...Fine._"}