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–The sentient planet Earth, weary of global warming, concrete, asphalt, poisons in Her water and atmosphere, and the destruction of Her lovely forests, made a change. Using Her vast, unknowable powers, She called forth a lover from the glorious universe who brought seeds to fertilize a new and different world. Soon new forests erupted through Her soil everywhere, breaking away the artificial blight on Her Earth. Lovely flowers with life changing pollen touched living things, and many life forms changed.
It caused cataclysmic upheaval for humans-
Wichita, Kansas, 02 years PC (Post Cataclysm)
Jess flew to the top of the newly completed section of wall and inspected the work. It was well done, built of salvaged brick and steel, mortared and welded together. Finding the fuel for welding had been the hardest part, in this changed world. But this wall was strong and would provide a measure of protection to Night City. They didn’t want to end up like Fargo.
"Hey, boss." A worker flew up to him. "There’s a lady and a bunch of kids at the gate."
"Does she want refuge?"
"Nah. She’s looking for some little kid. A flyer kid."
Jess flew to the gate and peered down. He saw a woman and a gaggle of small children. Several of the kids were not human. Two had a green tinted hair.
He looked at the woman again. She looked familiar. Light brown wavy hair, a round curvy figure. Amber? Jess leaped off the wall and floated down directly in front of her. She leaped backwards with a squeal.
"Amber? Amber O’Shea?"
Her eyes, sky blue, widened. "Jess?"
Her voice sent a shiver down his spine. One of those high whispery voices that sounded like pure sex.
Yeah, same old reaction.
"I’ve changed a lot." He’d changed from an asthmatic computer nerd into the head of Night City, but she wouldn’t know that. She would only see the wings and fangs.
Amber made a little strangled sound in her throat.
"So, you’re looking for a little flyer?" While he spoke he inspected her and the children. She was still pretty, but she looked tired and thin, despite her round breasts. Her clothes were worn but reasonably clean. The children looked cared for, the small girls had greenish hair in braids.
"Yes. His name is Trevor. He’s only three. He has rusty red hair and green eyes. His wings are cream and rust striped, like a tabby cat’s."
"Does he fly yet?"
"He was getting a few feet into the air, for just short hops, though."
Jess nodded. "He may have suddenly been able to fly and got lost. It could happen quickly." He waved his assistant down and gave orders to start a search.