Funkadeluxe- Mindwash <No Ads>

Easy nodded, his mind finally clear, his pulse finally steady. He didn't know who Funkadeluxe were, or where they’d gone, but as he stepped out into the rainy street, the neon didn’t look so harsh anymore. The static was gone. He’d been washed.

When the needle finally lifted, the silence was deafening. The crowd stood frozen, blinking like they’d just woken up from a dream they couldn’t quite remember. Funkadeluxe- Mindwash

Elias "Easy" Vane sat in the back of The Analog Basement , a club where the air smelled of ozone and vintage vinyl. On the turntable, a record with a swirling, hypnotic label spun: . Easy nodded, his mind finally clear, his pulse

"You feel that?" a voice rasped beside him. It was Kael, a data-runner who looked like he’d been awake since the last solar flare. He’d been washed