Take a slight detour to your home.

The elevator door opens to a basement parking area.

"Goodnight Wolf."

"Goodnight Mike."

You get on your electric superbike and start it up with the press of a button. It was a thing of beauty. 0 to 200 mph in 3 seconds flat with a range of 300 miles. You put on your helmet and the HUD lights up.

"Good evening Wolf." your superbike AI, Sarah, says in a clinical yet melodic female voice.

"Good evening Sarah! How are things today?"

"Things are fabulous, Wolf. It's a cool 20°C (68°F) today with 0% chances of rain."

"Plot a course to my house through N Halsted Street. I need to make a stop there."

"Ok, Wolf. Calculating...I estimate that it will take an additional 35 minutes if we take this detour. Please confirm your decision."

"Confirmed."

"Very well, your course has been plotted. Drive safely."

You ride off. It was a near-silent bike, the only sound being the single frequency note of the EV drive. You loved riding much more than you loved driving. The wind blowing against your body, the feel of the open-air, and most importantly the looks that you'd receive from people on the street when you'd come riding on it. You admit it was a little douchey to flaunt your wealth around but then what good is money if you can't spend it. You certainly weren't irresponsible with your money, so there's that.

Your HUD kept showing you which road to take. And sure enough within a few minutes, you're at N Halsted Street. It is a very nice neighborhood but something stuck out here. The value of gravity in this region is less by 1%. That may not seem like a lot, and it certainly is very tiny for ordinary people to even notice, but for reference, the value of gravitational acceleration is less by 0.5% when you are 15000m (~49000 feet) above the surface of Earth. Being less by 1%, on the surface of the earth, this was definitely not normal.

And the focus of it all seemed to be one of the most exclusive, invite-only, restaurant in town.

'The Twilight Zone'

There was something wrong about this place, you could feel it. Every time you pass by this place, chills would run down your spine. Being a researcher and a scientist by heart, you knew better than to trust your emotions and you let facts guide your decision-making process. And yet, you also could not ignore the reptilian part of your brain that screamed at you to run away. You had to get at the bottom of this.

You bring your ride to a halt and park it about 300 feet away. Using the zoom function of your smart helmet, you zoom in on the entrance of 'Twilight Zone.' A huge burly guy, wearing sunglasses at night, was manning the front entrance. You decide to observe the entrance for a while. The people coming in and out certainly look very distinguished, and yet they did not seem high profile at all. You don't know what secret requirement they fulfilled to get access here, but as far as the patrons were considered, they were definitely not ordinary people. They had this weird, creepy quality to them that you couldn't pin down.

You had to find a way to get inside that restaurant to find out the source of this gravity anomaly. Suddenly a beautiful blonde woman in a green dress bursts out of the restaurant and runs down the street.

"Cerina! Hey...wait up!" you hear another man loudly voicing after her. Lover's quarrel? You honestly couldn't care. You focus on the entrance again. The bouncer takes off his sunglasses and casually puts them inside his suit. He then slowly looks over at you and signs with his hands.

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Your heart catches in your throat. How did he even know you were observing him from so far away? You were certain you had parked in a fairly obscured and dark spot.

"Zoom in on his face."

The image zooms in further and you can see his face with much more clarity. He was still looking at you intently. The man flashes a grin at you and you catch a glimpse of his strangely sharp teeth. He then resumes his default position and looks straight ahead with his sunglasses back on.

"Are you recording Sarah?"

"Always."

"Good, we're leaving this place." you turn on your bike and proceed to leave the area and towards your home.

You swear his eyes were following you behind his sunglasses even as you were leaving.