Neko dreamed of Tokyo's rat-race, slashed by running blades to a bloody traffic-jam; commuters like electrified sheep.
A crushing pause - stunned, then the giant claws resumed.
Awakened, she yawned, glad to smell her diner dinner.
Neighbours found her owner Sachi half-eaten, Neko licking her lips.
Bowl of Sushi unconsumed.
A/N
Did the name Neko give the game away?
and resonances from The Blade Runner
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