Bioasshard Arena (1080p)

Twenty-seven minutes.

Bioasshard Arena wasn't a place. It was a product. The flagship entertainment of the Oligarchy’s pleasure worlds, streamed raw and unedited to a hundred billion viewers. They called it the ultimate sport: two hundred condemned souls injected with metamorphic bio-tech, dropped into a kilometer-square replica of a ruined Earth city, and told to fight, evolve, or die. Bioasshard Arena

Kaelen moved. He didn't run. Running was for the first-timers, the ones who still believed in hiding. He walked with a farmer’s steady, economical gait, his new hands tucked into his pockets. His heat-vision eye swept the ruins, painting the world in oranges and reds. No warm bodies yet. Just the cool blue ghosts of residual heat from old explosions. Twenty-seven minutes

He let the solvent flow.