[b][u]February 5, 2020 - 1:30 PM PST
Fujiyama-Anderson Station, Night City, CA[/u][/b]

The train slowed down and eventually came to a complete stop. The arrival jingle played though grungy speakers. "You have arrived at Fujiyama-Anderson Station, Night City. Local time is 1330, Pacific Standard Time. Next stop, Embarcadero Station, San Francisco, departing at 1335, Pacific Standard Time. Thank you for riding CALMagLev[sup]TM[/sup] and have a nice day!" A more disingenuous automated voiced couldn't have existed anywhere in the the world. However, that was the cost of living these days; to have no life left in you.

The station was abuzz with this "life"; urban homeless, some with cardboard signs, some missing limbs; beat cops, ready to respond at a moments notice; corporate yuppies of all races with nothing but money on the mind. In the middle of all this, Tyler stood, trying to remember which way the convention center was. [i]6 or 7 blocks... south, I think. Yeah, south.[/i] That's pretty far in terms of walking especially on the streets of Night City. Tyler wasn't on home turf anymore and home turf isn't all that safe either. Being a police officer meant that he was able to protect himself without consequence but he couldn't call for back-up because he didn't know anyone in the NCPD. [i]Well, here we go... This new robot better be worth it...[/i]