LOST PATROL
Two hours of a cyberpunk patrol car in a futuristic downtown city as a rolling thunderstorm comes through.
The patrol car sat idly under the relentless downpour, its polished surface streaked with rain as it reflected the cold, neon glow of the city’s lights. The automated headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating skyscrapers and glass facades of a bustling metropolis which now sits nearly empty. Inside, the empty cockpit hummed softly, its digital displays dimly active, as if still waiting for a command that would never come. The city's distant echoes—an occasional clang of metal, the hiss of steam escaping from a fractured pipe—were the only sounds breaking the silence, a hollow reminder of life that had long since moved on.