Lagos, 2047. The city had long since swallowed the old waterfront, turning it into a lattice of solar-glass towers and drone highways that crisscrossed the sky like steel veins. Rain fell in sheets that smelled faintly of ozone and recycled air, the perpetual Lagos deluge now laced with the chemical tang of atmospheric scrubbers working overtime. Humidity clung to everything; even the high-rise apartments sweated.
