Binary Edge: Stand Alone Revolution
Tokyo, 2049. 15th November, 8:36 AM.
The city was getting ready for a day of festivities, on the annual festival day for children aged three, five and seven. Parents were cooking, or, more likely, buying, treats for their children, many of whom were probably waking up now, given a day off school for the occasion. The winter sun shone from an azure sky onto the streets and solar panels, and Kenji had just began his rounds when the shooting started.
He had been walking down one of the streets of a poorer area, home to many recent migrants, when he heard the gunshots, and in the moment it took him to realise and freeze, a cold sweat suddenly on his back, the ARglasses had helpfully calculated and marked the likely location of the source on his map. He began sprinting - although he was no good at the acrobatics his brother liked, he could be quick when needed - and turned the corner, to see the familiar market square, except the unobtrusive pod of Mitsuo Corp. security mechs against a wall had opened, and the robots were firing. At the helpless early-morning shoppers, who were now screaming and fleeing, trampling others in their haste. He reached for his ARglasses with a shaking hand, and pressed the transmit button.
"HQ, there's a situation. I'm sending the feed now. We're going to need people from section 10 fast, probably 9 too, and 11's not going to like this, either." Pulling out his tonfa, he tried to work out what he could do, if anything, to help protect the civilians against the well-armed humanoid robots. Shit.