All you can hear is the sound of an engine rotating at such a speed that you can't hear the individual explosions in the cylinder. You hear a bee fly by at intense speed. Both of these sounds are the same. They are the sound of the cyber rider's bike as he travels down the skyway. (Cue retro driving music). Walls of neon light fly passed him so fast that for anyone with epilepsy it would cause problems quickly. As he past over the Lightless district, he couldn't help slowing down a bit, thinking about all the people robbed of the right to proper technology. Heck, they all used smartphones in this day and age. Shaking his head, he focused on the road once more as he reentered the pandemonium of colour. He had a plan for the Lightless district, it wouldn't be long until they had their light.