The resulting upward wind throws Möbius off his feet and onto his ass. He just casually props himself back up on his elbows, returns his goggles back atop his forehead, and rests in silence on the hard alleyway concrete for almost a minute while peering up at the now perfectly calm 31st century night sky. […]
Before the warning is concluded, the twisting colors of the other-side surges outward and slurps up the body suit man. Within seconds, he becomes just a sparkle traveling within one of the colliding rainbow beams.
Now floating several meters off the ground, the Body Suit Man’s elastic fabric is alive with flashing lights, as its circular bands spin rapidly around his arms and legs. Rising higher and higher, ever closer to the colorful sea in the sky, he looks down to Möbius for any last minute reassurance.
Möbius slides his goggles down over his eyes while continuing to stare up at the other-worldly crashing waves of color. The nano-tech in his goggles clicks and spins and streams data across its lenses for him to ingest. But his fixation of the torn sky halts when the body suit man cries out.
The Body Suit Man releases Möbius from his grip. Without missing a beat, Möbius spins back down to his floating tech – renewing his tapping and swiping with a frenzied glee. The man watches in amazement as Möbius never loses focus, instinctively dodging swirling alley trash, as if he has eyes in the back of
Losing the last of his patience, the Body Suit Man yanks up Möbius by the cuffs of his trench coat and spins him around, drawing them face-to-face.
Möbius (ignoring the anxious energy behind him) commands the six floating holographic panels that circle around his body. Tapping a finger on one panel sends a colorful ripple of waves across another. He swipes away a screen to his left, allowing another to swoop in to take its place.
Behind him, the Body Suit Man is covered (head to toe) in skin-tight elastic latex adorned with various metallic gadgets. As the man watches Möbius work, his fingers fidget with his suit – stretching it off his skin only for it to instantly snap back snuggly against his flesh.
Möbius (crouched down on one knee) is a display of contradictions. He wears a sleeveless steampunk styled trench coat over shimmering paper-thin body armor. Leather aviator goggles atop his head are bedazzled with self-aware nano-technology. Small AI gadgets literally crawl up and down his arms. And resting at his feet is a long samurai sword
