Masahub Alternate [NEW]

Masahub had always been a small, humming node on the map of the continent—a cluster of low, copper-roofed buildings circling a tangle of cables and fiber conduits where engineers plugged in like bees at a hive. By day the town smelled of machine oil and frying dough; by night its alleys became a bright weave of neon where data couriers on electric cycles threaded between stalls selling tea and secondhand circuit boards.