Going up from the beach, we saw a paved modern road with streetlights. We got on the road and saw a futuristic city ahead of us. The knights looked at it blankly before squinting. "It seems there is some sort of a... demonic dungeon over here. We'll have to be very careful." Sir Michiel said. The three of us had to explain that we were on the outskirts of a city. They did not believe us. Dame Elsa shook her head and said "There is no way that is a city. Where are their walls!? The gates!? The structures are off and the buildings are too high to have been made with mortal hands!" Sir Rulf just rubbed his temples as if to chase away a migraine. "Let's go explore then. We'll figure it out on our own." Paul said with a knowing smirk. The knights did not look willing. "It is our mission to scout and report back. Anyone can see it from this distance, so this is not even close to enough. We have to tell the others who or what lives in there." They did not want to go, but their sense of honor forced their feet. We quietly entered the city and saw it was populated with humans. It was fine until we were surrounded.
We were ambushed by a group of ragtag thugs with guns. There was no way the knights would possibly be able to defend against that. We were immediately put on the defensive. "You guys with the fancy metal, you're those 'borgs aren't ya!?" the leader said. He had spikey red hair, a torn up leather jacket and a pair of shades on. A classic punk guy. "We're human!" I said. The leader sneered and said "You look like you might not be telling the whole truth. One of you has wings, you know!" "Okay, but were not the 'borgs." Paul said. The leader snapped a finger and the goons pulled out vials of some clear liquid. "Salt water. Makes 'borgs all allergic and goopey. You wouldn't mind if we gave you guys a little bath, now would you?" the leader said. The goons then splashed all of us with the saltwater. We had nothing to fear aside from being wet. After a minute with no reaction, he sucked his teeth. "If I were you guys, I'd ditch the gear. Some scrappers aren't they type to ask questions first." he said as he was about to leave. "What are you!? Tell us about these so called 'borgs." Rulf demanded.
The punk just chuckled and turned back to us. "If it wasn't for the fact you're walking in those dumb outfits in this part of the city, I'd say you were fucking with me. I'll tell a sad group like you guys what you want to know for a big price. I'll tell you what it'll be when I'm done." He then told us everything he knew about the setting. We were all currently in Neo-Rutten City. This was a post-singularity, futuristic setting where there were cyborgs. Apparently the cyborgs were loans from an alien race that visited the continent. The cyborgs were non-distinguishable from humans aside from reactions from both sugar water and salt water. Sugar water made them drunk. Another thing was that there was a random part of their body made for a charge point. All of the cyborgs were flawless and had several times the strength of humans. The problem, aside from the fact that it depressed wages as they replaced the working class in all the manual labor jobs, was that they were all subversive operatives for the alien race that brought them. The humans eventually rose up and expelled the cyborgs from daily life.
