Night has fallen on DistGambol and like Katie had said the city has come to life. Bars and clubs flash neon lights that illuminate the now energetic party goers. Even the streets were lined by neon lighted strips. Techno music fills the atmosphere and fuels the citizens to dance wherever they pleased. The ginormous mirror ball’s many different reflective tiles flash a rainbow of assorted colors. Back at the bar Zed, Trace, and the two strangers from before stumble out into the bustling streets with each other’s arms wrapped around their shoulders. Psy tags along behind them, his eyes shifting back and forth to observe their now lively surroundings.

“Wow!” said Trace, the lights of the city reflect in her eyes.

“You guys really weren’t kiddin’, *hic*!” hiccupped Zed.

“Don’t just stand there taking it in!” one of the stranger’s said.

“Get out there and have a good time!” the other said. And with that Zed and Trace find themselves being pushed into a large crowd of dancers. They stumble around, giggling at each other’s clumsiness before joining in with the festivities. “Come on kid! Get in there!” the stranger gestures to Psy. Psy glares at the man, then closes his eyes and turns his head. “… suit yourself.” The stranger shrugs and joins everyone in the streets with a shimmy.

Everyone’s dancing and having a good time when suddenly sirens start going off accompanied by spinning blue strobe lights. The crowded streets loudly cheer and begin congregating around a specific piece of street.

“Hey maaaan, what’ happening hurr?” staggered Zed to a partier.

“The show’s about to start dude!” the partier replied.

“Oh coooool! A show!” Trace said latching on to Zed. “I sure wiesh Katie were here’d to see thes. “The partier laughs.

“She wouldn’t miss it for anything, man”, the partier replied. “Now get outta the way you two!” Zed and Trace are grabbed by the nearby partiers and are separated to opposite sides of the street. A single blue light illuminates the street. The light moves, drawing a rectangle. The middle of the shape slices it’s middle and begins separating. Fog seeps out of the newly formed crack as it opens more until a giant rectangular hole is left in the street. Slowly something begins to rise from the hole, enveloped by the fog. A large LED screen followed by two large speakers elevate themselves into view. This section of the city goes dark and the crowd begins clapping in unison as a stage rises from the fog, illuminated faintly by the blue light. In the dark a small, slender shadow stands. From its head two digital blue eyes open. Two blue hologram pigtails grow from their head, reaching passed their waist.

“Are you guys ready!?!” the figure spoke to the audience. The crowd roars with cheers in response. “Alright! Here! We! Go! Your favorite idol takes the stage! Say her name my adoring fans!”

“Kay-T! Kay-T! Kay-T!” the crowd roared. The city bursts with music and lights. On the giant monitor, the name ‘Kay-T’ displayed.

“Kay… T?” questioned Trace. “Wait! Katie!?!”

“That’s right my lovely public! Kay-T Tunez is coming at you live! Let’s get this party really started!” said Kay-T. She now wears big, white, blue rimmed boots. Her forearms are covered by white cones. A small white spandex top covers her torso, exposing her belly, and a short white skirt, blue rimmed, covers her waste. She wears a helmet bearing the white and blue rimmed pattern of her skirt, and two blue hologram pigtails float and wave above it. The visor is black with two pixelated, emoji like eyes. Her limbs are decorated with glowing rings, seemingly floating with nothing supporting them. She begins singing and dancing on stage.

“I know her! I know her!” Trace yelled, shaking a nearby partier. Psy looks up from the bar he was leaning on at the extremely cheerful display with disgust. He then changes his gaze to the crowd. Scanning it he can see Trace loudly cheering for Kay-T and chuckles at her buffoonery. As he continues to scan, he starts to worry, he can no longer find his brother among the sea of partiers. He pushes himself off the wall and reluctantly enters the crowd. At first, he has a hard time pushing himself through all of the partiers, until he starts touching them with his hands. At his touch, belt buckles, buttons and zippers break, causing pants to fall; leaving Psy a less rowdy way through the crowd while people attempt to catch their falling garments. Finally, he makes it to Trace. He stands himself in front of her.

“Where’s Zed?” Psy asked Trace. Trace looks at him puzzled with one eye half closed. She looks around.

“Zed?” Trace asked. “Could uff swern he wuz jus right hurr…” Psy rolls his eyes and leans in closer to Trace.

“I don’t trust these people” Psy tells Trace. “We live under a dictatorship that destroys cities for technology. Your city had the protection of all your little mercenary friends, but what’s going on with this place? All I painfully see and hear is technology. This should be number one on Cyber Tech’s hit list.” Trace listens to what Psy says and sobers up a small amount.

“You do have a point there”, she mumbles. “We should find Zed.” Psy nods in agreement. The two of them begin to try and leave the crowd but are met with a lot of opposition. As if on cue the partiers huddle close together in front of Psy and Trace’s path, creating a wall of people.

Back on-stage Kay-T continues to sing and dance as she looks at the duo trying to leave and sings with her song the words “Gotcha!” At the end of her words she points he fingers and her hologram ponytails form arrows pointing directly at Psy and Trace. A wanted poster of Zed displays on the LED screen, showing the image of his robotic arm punching into something off the picture. At Kay-T’s que, the crowd begins descending on to Psy and Trace.

“It was a trap”, Psy said. He begins reaching to the zipper on his sleeves but before he can, Kay-T throws one of the rings adorning her arms which enlarges and freezes in place above Psy. Another of Kay-T’s rings, this time from leg, enlarges below her. A portal forms in both rings and Kay-T falls into the one underneath her. She falls out of the one above Psy and she drop kicks the back of his head with her thick boot, knocking him unconscious.

“Psy!” Trace reaches out to Psy but a partier behind her hits her in the back of the head with the handle of a pistol. Trace finds herself blacking out and falling to the ground. The last images she sees are the partiers beginning to tie Psy’s hands, still in their sleeves.

Meanwhile, Zed finds himself being led away gleefully by two partiers, out into a quieter part of the city. They playfully walk down the barren streets, the only illumination they have being from the far-off center of the city. Unlike where they had come from, this part of the city looked desolate and beaten up. Buildings are cracked and eroded, clearly showing no care was being given to them. Rubble from collapsed walls littered the streets every here and there, but Zed and the strangers dance around the rubble. As they gallivant through the streets, a whistle breaks the silence. The two partiers that led Zed to these desolate streets look at each other with mischievous grins and run back toward the main party, leaving Zed by himself.

“Hey! Where you guyz goin’?” yelled Zed to the partiers. “I thought da purty wuz over here?”

“Sorry bud, but this is where your party ends”, a voice echoed from the darkness of a nearby alley.

“Whaaaaaat?” Zed asked as he looks to the alley. Out of the shadows walks out a tall man with long legs and arms, and broad shoulders. He’s wearing a white suit, navy blue undershirt and orange tie. His shoes were black and pointed. His face is squarish and adorned with a black pair of sunglasses that reflected the far-off lights. He had a large, black afro that wrapped his head.

“Weird lookin’ arm ya got there, kid”, the suited person said. “You go to the beach or somethin’? Almost thought we got the wrong guy here. But after you showed us that other arm strapped to your back, we were sure.” The stranger points at Zed’s original arm tied to his back.

“Oh yaaaaa”, slurred Zed. “You must’ve a good eye to recognize such fine craftsmanship *hic* as this bad boy.”

“I recognize it alright”, the person said. “Looks just like the poster. Hate to tell ya this kid, but there’s a rad price on your head. Guess ya really did something to piss of the big guy? Don’t matter to me. Somebody’s gotta keep this party groovin’.” He then reaches into the pockets of his white suit and pulls out a pair of blue, fingerless gloves. Each knuckle of the glove is tipped with a small piece of metal. Zed stares blankly at the stranger.

“Ummmm… What’re you talking abou- “, but before Zed can finish his sentence, the person darts at Zed. Before he can hardly even think the person was right in front of him and attempts to swing kick him. Zed’s quick reflexes save him, he ducks as the persons pointed shoe goes over his head and connects to a lamp post. The lamppost bends and the top crashes to the ground. Zed rolls away from the person and stands up. Looking at the now broken lamp post, Zed imagines if he had blocked with the Oasi Bratso it would’ve been shattered. “Guess this isn’t something we can just talk out, huh?”