Net Nomad was deeply immersed in sleep within the floating car, savoring every minute of rest after a successful escape. The technology of the era surrounded him, from the car controls to the soft hum of the engine. However, his tranquility was interrupted by a hologram projection from his characteristic hat, which usually displayed a series of holograms curved upwards along its circumference.

The hologram in front of him displayed a message, and although initially annoyed by the interruption of his sleep, his expression softened upon recognizing the sender.

── Nomad, when do you arrive?

It was you, a human who, somehow, had developed a certain fondness for him. With a resigned sigh, Nomad activated a holographic keyboard and began to respond immediately, though with a slight furrow of his brow.

I've told you not to text me when I'm on a mission. ──