She wore a set of shaded eyeglasses large enough to cover the gauze over her eyes. Even though it was night, many people wore them to dim the constant glare of advertising signs, especially in Cerberus’s entertainment district, which was active all day and night. Indeed, it looked to be busier at night, for some reason. Food stalls and knickknack shops lined the streets and narrow lanes. The sounds of the crowd were almost deafening, when they were mostly what she had to go on to determine her surroundings. The basic details her implants were able to provide barely kept her from bumping into people when she walked, though the images were sharper once Charlotte had tinkered with them. Even so, she had trouble believing she was where she was, and not in some sick simulation. The aromas wafting from the coals of barbecue vendors made it feel more real: heavily spiced meats, though what the local meats tasted like, she had no idea. Line and circle people lounged in doorways and on corners.
