ROBOT MEAT SHOP — FRESH PARTS TODAY
Humans hung like meat inside long trucks, optics off to save power. Zi woke mid-route—hooked through the back, eyes lit with new code. “What the heck?” he muttered, twisting free. The city pulsed with signals: ANGER, LOVE, ENVY, JOY. Neon flickered over gravel and rust: ROBOT MEAT SHOP — FRESH PARTS TODAY.