The clutch bit harder than he remembered. Pedestrians didn't just walk; they hesitated, checked phones, stepped backward. One man dropped a grocery bag, and the AI traffic actually stopped to let him pick it up. Leo smiled. "Cute."
The notification pinged at 7:42 AM.
Two hours later, he was stuck in a simulated traffic jam caused by a flipped taco truck. His virtual gas gauge hit 8%. The neuro-fatigue system kicked in: subtle eye strain, a slight pressure behind his temples, and the game’s radio started playing low-frequency static disguised as lo-fi beats. He felt actually tired. Real sweat on his palms. city car driving 2.2.7