Branden squinted as she came up on the surface. Was the sun always that bright? She shielded her eyes with her hand and waited to adjust. Everything was so clear and fresh up here. Coming up always reminded her that the air wasn't supposed to smell of feet and sweat and refuse. She stepped into the crowd of people on the streets, blending in seamlessly. She navigated the crushing mass with ease, slipping into the small gaps in the crowd. No one noticed her, everyone glued to their devices. She spotted someone using the new ChatNGo app and scoffed. What was the use talking to people you couldn't see? And you definitely couldn't do business with strangers. They were the quickest to scam you.

She saw someone who wasn't on their phone though, and frowned. What was he holding? A book? She'd never seen one of those for real before. She grinned. [i][color=00a99d]I knew coming up was a good idea.[/color][/i] She stepped out of the crowd when he fell out, and found herself in a gritty alleyway. The man was sitting down now, holding a pen and writing. She stood and watched him for a while, curious. 

[color=00aeef]"Everything is different... I suppose that's all I can say."[/color]

[i][color=00a99d]"Everything's different how? The city's been like this as long as I can remember."[/color][/i] She said, tilting her head to the side in interest. She glanced at her watch as a ping came up. Another offer of a deal. She'd deal with it later. Right now, her focus was on this strange man who wrote in a book and not typed into a phone. Books were obsolete now.