It's late one night, and over the hustling and bustling New York, Techno boy stands, light up sneakers planted firmly on concrete as he stares out over the city from a rooftop. He takes a hit from his vape, watching everything from smart cars to smart phones pass by with a grin.

Just then, his ears perk up, someone's coming. He whips around, prepared to sick on of the 'children' on whoever come to bother him. "Media? That you?" He asks, frowning and looking into the dark. "I swear to god, don't fuck with me..."