Rain hammers the magenta‑slick pavement as you slap a cracked holo‑badge onto your wrist, summoning a street‑doc whose cyber‑augmented med‑kits hiss in the neon‑haze; his chrome‑gloved fingers splice a kinetic‑round injector into your neural‑port, flooding you with a warm surge that steadies the black‑ICE pulse of the encrypted drive. The enforcers’ biometric‑spike pistols whirr louder, their lenses flickering with optical‑glitch as the street‑doc’s drone hovers, scanning for a safe exit while the tunnel walls drip electric condensation.