The holographic display flickered once before the information printed itself onto a sleek, square black card.
Neon blue edges pulsed along its surface like faint circuit veins, and as the light dimmed, the employee plucked it from the air and handed it over to me with the most monotonous bow I'd ever seen.
"Please come back later," he droned, already halfway back to his seat, probably planning to re-enter his phone-induced coma.
I tucked the card into my palm, but before I could even get a proper look, Kaelira elbowed me in the side.
"Hey," she said, grinning with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Let me see your stats. You just got registered, so it should all be N/A or zero—but I still wanna check."
I shrugged and tossed the card over to her. "Knock yourself out."
To be honest, the card didn't look all that special—just matte black with sharp corners, highlighted with glowing cyan trim that pulsed faintly with mana or whatever sci-fi magic powered this place.
