Tattoo is a Cyberpunk short story I wrote some time ago for a challenge. The prompt was “Someone has hacked your tattoo…”
“I was thinking ahead to what I would cook for my master’s evening meal, when a panicked shout from the walkway below, jarred me out of my musings. I glanced down idly. A woman was on the very edge of the walkway, watching helplessly as a small child spiralled downwards, ever faster between the walkways to the invisible depths below.
I could see a large hovercar, continuing along the walkway, oblivious to the chaos it had caused behind.
I frowned to myself as I continued on my journey, everyone knew the cars had right of way. Stupid woman, she should have kept better control of her child. I found my right hand was absently rubbing my left wrist, where my caste code was tattooed.”