The download bar crept forward. 10%... 45%... 92%. In the quiet of the diner, the "ding" of the completed download sounded like a starter pistol. Marek quickly installed the files, bypassing the security warnings with the practiced ease of a digital rebel.
As the bus materialized at the terminal, the detail was staggering. The rain slicking the pavement looked real enough to touch. He opened the doors, and a group of NPCs shuffled in. Usually, they were mindless polygons, but these passengers moved with a strange, fluid grace. None of them spoke. They just sat down and stared at the back of the seats.
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Marek chuckled, thinking it was a joke from the modders. "Nice touch," he muttered. He pushed the throttle harder, hitting 110 km/h.
The GPS began to flicker. Instead of showing the route to Hamburg, the map turned into a tangled web of red lines. Then, a message appeared on the dashboard's digital display:
Suddenly, his rearview mirror caught something. A black bus—identical to his own—was tailing him. It had no headlights, just two dim white glows where the destination sign should be. Every time Marek sped up, the phantom bus stayed exactly ten meters behind.
He tried to hit the brakes, but the pedal went soft under his foot. The speedometer climbed: 120... 140... 160. The bus began to rattle. The passengers behind him stood up in unison, their faces still blank, their eyes fixed on the back of his head.
Marek engaged the parking brake, shifted into gear, and pulled out of the station.
The download bar crept forward. 10%... 45%... 92%. In the quiet of the diner, the "ding" of the completed download sounded like a starter pistol. Marek quickly installed the files, bypassing the security warnings with the practiced ease of a digital rebel.
As the bus materialized at the terminal, the detail was staggering. The rain slicking the pavement looked real enough to touch. He opened the doors, and a group of NPCs shuffled in. Usually, they were mindless polygons, but these passengers moved with a strange, fluid grace. None of them spoke. They just sat down and stared at the back of the seats.
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Marek chuckled, thinking it was a joke from the modders. "Nice touch," he muttered. He pushed the throttle harder, hitting 110 km/h.
The GPS began to flicker. Instead of showing the route to Hamburg, the map turned into a tangled web of red lines. Then, a message appeared on the dashboard's digital display: The download bar crept forward
Suddenly, his rearview mirror caught something. A black bus—identical to his own—was tailing him. It had no headlights, just two dim white glows where the destination sign should be. Every time Marek sped up, the phantom bus stayed exactly ten meters behind.
He tried to hit the brakes, but the pedal went soft under his foot. The speedometer climbed: 120... 140... 160. The bus began to rattle. The passengers behind him stood up in unison, their faces still blank, their eyes fixed on the back of his head. As the bus materialized at the terminal, the
Marek engaged the parking brake, shifted into gear, and pulled out of the station.