Val fished into her pocket and pulled out something that looked like a smart phone. On the back of it was a popsocket with a little bee with pink hair. She tapped on the screen a couple of times, then spoke quietly to it.

"Agent, flythrough'f Night City."

She held the Agent like Loki had held out his hands. He would be able to see the way the screen was severely cracked, but it still projected a hologram just fine. The Agent would show a flythrough of the city, with large buildings with neon signs in some of the flashier districts, to tightly-packed neighborhoods with trash in the streets, and even adverts that were holographic and reached into the sky. There were people everywhere, from all walks of life, scurrying to and fro to where they needed to be. The division between the rich and the poor was obvious and incredible - three guesses which side of the divide Val was from.

There was a somber expression on her face as she watched the projection. She was finally accepting that this wasn't a dream or somehow all in her head. She was finally accepting that she wasn't going to be waking up at home.