Jakarta’s skyline loomed beneath a dull, steel-gray sky, its towering skyscrapers reflecting the last vestiges of sunlight. The Whoosh train, sleek and unyielding, cut through the city like a metallic serpent, its whistle a haunting reminder of the power it wielded. The urban landscape was a stark contrast between gleaming towers of technology and the crumbling neighborhoods that lay beneath, where the shadows of corruption thrived unchecked.
From the quiet rooftop terrace of a hidden building, the group gathered. The city stretched beneath them, alive and full of potential, yet tainted by the invisible hands pulling its strings. Kiran, her brow furrowed, stood in the center, clutching a thick stack of documents. The cool breeze swept through the terrace, but there was no comfort in it. Her eyes scanned the faces of her comrades, each one marked by the burden of the task ahead.
“They didn’t just build cities; they engineered a data dictatorship.”