Spybirds: Cyberpunk

The spybirds flew above the rain-slicked street, the million eyes nestled between razor sharp feathers watching everything, their mouths open to connect with their home roost and send the updates to be filtered and parsed, and planned. One of them shat on Don's hat. He cursed it under his breath, but he didn't look up and he didn't take off his hat. As soon as he could, he ducked under the awning of a love palace and scrubbed furiously at his hat without removing it. The shit might have been just shit, or it might have had a tracker imbedded in it. Or it might have been an attempt to get him to take off his hat. Or it might have a visible marker that would get him followed. He needed to ditch it as soon as possible, in a way that wouldn't expose him too much.


Inspiration: Searched "cyberpunk" on ArtStation, found https://www.artstation.com/artwork/k420J0
Story potential: Low
Notes: More of a setting moment than a story idea.