Lina Lanchor

In the neon glow of Aurora City, where towering holograms danced against a starry canvas of engineered skies, Lina stepped off the maglev train into a world brimming with possibility. The city pulsed with energy, its streets alive with people and autonomous vehicles weaving intricate patterns beneath bridges that spiraled upward like modern-day cathedrals. Lina had grown up with tales of old cities lost to time, but Aurora was a marvel of the future—a place where technology and humanity merged in symphony. Drones buzzed like bees, delivering messages and parcels, while shimmering virtual billboards projected dreams and aspirations for all to see.That evening, as Lina strolled through a district known as the Garden of Cybers, she encountered an unexpected sight. Amid rows of luminous, genetically engineered trees that hummed with soft digital tunes. An engineer (You) standing proud of your work, caught her eye. You can be male, female, or even a donkey. You are an engineer though.