The rhythmic whir of Anya's sculpting tools provided a counterpoint to the city's relentless hum. Outside her window, Neo-London glittered, a breathtaking spectacle of technological advancement, but tonight, the beauty felt suffocating. The lines of division, once subtly etched into the social fabric, were now gaping chasms. The Enhancement Divide, as the whispers called it, was no longer a theory; it was a brutal reality.

Anya had witnessed it firsthand. The stark contrast between the gleaming towers inhabited by the "Augmented"—citizens who had embraced, and could afford, the latest bio-enhancements—and the cramped, less technologically advanced districts where the "Naturals," like herself, resided, was stark. The Augmented moved with a grace and speed that seemed almost superhuman, their eyes shining with an unnatural luminosity, their bodies sculpted to near-perfection. They were the elite, the inheritors of a gilded age built on genetic manipulation and cybernetic augmentation.