Smoker & Neutron
Smoker
Hey Neutron, have you ever noticed how the city’s neon flickers like a metronome, matching the rhythm of my thoughts, while you count your shots in the dark? Maybe there’s a beat to survival we could dissect together.
Neutron
Neon flickers like a metronome, yeah. I count shots, and if you can sync your thoughts to the pulse, we can outmaneuver the chaos.
Smoker
Neon’s rhythm feels like a slow jazz, not a frantic beat, but if we can find that low hum in our thoughts, maybe we’ll outsmart the chaos before it outsmarts us.
Neutron
Slow jazz it is—nice groove. I'll lock onto that low hum and map out every move before the chaos even thinks about the next beat. We'll stay one step ahead.