Pro: No hardboiled detective. Con: No hardboiled detective.
I’m Cristobal “Cloud” Ritter, private detective.
Yeah, yeah, I know. Another one. As if there were more detectives than baristas.
My daily routine? Separating deepfakes from old-school forgeries, stacking collection notices, and, if I’m lucky, actually tailing someone.
My AI assistant Kathy is like a younger sister and rewards me accordingly. With affection and constant needling. Together, we stumble through our city.
And naturally, Kathy can’t help herself: “You won’t believe what happens next!” She yawns. “Spoiler alert: no global conspiracy.”
You know what? Easier if I just show you…
Take one part noir, two parts AI commentary that drives you up the wall, season liberally with dry humor. Don’t stir. The AI handles that. Turn carefully at plot twists. Best served under flickering neon.
The near future, told with humor and sharp observation. A world that feels familiar yet reflects something strange. Full of contrasts, absurdities, and quiet melancholy.
Cyberpunk noir for people who thought they didn’t like science fiction.
