Cyberpunk City Riddles for Neon Sleuths

I flicker on billboards with ads you can feel. Swipe me aside to reveal what’s real. What am I?

I’m the encrypted rail through megatower sprawl. Ride me at midnight — no stops at all. What am I?

I’m the drone swarm painting graffiti in sky. Track my path before corp guards fly. What am I?

I’m the street market selling code by the byte. Bargain for exploits under flickering light. What am I?

I’m the neural visor mapping unknown. Slip me on to scout the zone. What am I?

I’m the synth-pop beat pulsing through rain. Decode my rhythm to trace the chain. What am I?

I’m the pocket AI humming dissent. Ask me questions; I’ll leak every hint. What am I?

I’m the elevator that skips corporate floors. Scan your retina to open the doors. What am I?

I’m the nanotech spray that heals your chrome. Patch your implants before you roam. What am I?

I’m the alley password scratched in UV. Shine the light and run with me. What am I?

I’m the cloud vault storing memories sold. Crack my firewall to reclaim the old. What am I?

I’m the rooftop garden growing neon bloom. Refuge for hackers above the gloom. What am I?

I’m the circuit-tattoo glimmering bright. Touch me to trigger the stealthy flight. What am I?

I’m the raincoat woven with fiber-optic threads. Wear me to vanish from tracking heads. What am I?

I’m the broadcast signal hijacked tonight. Tune to my frequency to join the fight. What am I?