A bobbing light on its way down the street caught Andrei's eye, and he hooked his arm around the plascrete pillar supporting one end of his balcony, twisted a few wires together, and squinted into the darkness.
"Hello the light!" he called out, a touch of manic cheer in his tone. The flickers of electricity around it said human, no obvious cybernetics, another little hand-held light beyond the one that Andrei could perceive with sight. Not a cop, probably not a gang member, though chemically propelled weapons were hard to see.
The string of LEDs he'd wired across his balcony flickered, and snapped on; he glanced down to notice the tiny blue spark arcing from his fingers to the wire.
"Oh, I've got to watch my nerves," he murmured, but left the lights on. As long as he kept looking away from them, they wouldn't spoil his night vision any more than it was spoiled by being as nearsighted as a mole.
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"Hello the light!" he called out, a touch of manic cheer in his tone. The flickers of electricity around it said human, no obvious cybernetics, another little hand-held light beyond the one that Andrei could perceive with sight. Not a cop, probably not a gang member, though chemically propelled weapons were hard to see.
The string of LEDs he'd wired across his balcony flickered, and snapped on; he glanced down to notice the tiny blue spark arcing from his fingers to the wire.
"Oh, I've got to watch my nerves," he murmured, but left the lights on. As long as he kept looking away from them, they wouldn't spoil his night vision any more than it was spoiled by being as nearsighted as a mole.