FreeWrite prompt: phone, Quantum Thrills part 1

Tokyo 2033, I am riding my bycicle at full speed but I am still not sure I can make it in time. There were twelve of us secret courriers until Satoko was found dead 2 months ago. She was Immediately replaced by an android which I’m certain is not going to last. That thing just wasn’t made from the right material. I smell the donburi and the bibimbap from nearby restaurants glowing with neon lights. It feels so good to ride in Kooenji, not like all the other impersonal districts around here. I am riding too fast, I almost ran over a couple there. I’m next to the station, I have to go through the mall or nothing, even if it’s not allowed. I can hear the Pachinko machines to my right as a man is coming out surprised by my uncompromising speed. There’s too many people, I am bobbing and weaving between them. Oh great, a group of schoolgirls, they make way for me just in time. My phone rings, what the hell? It’s Satoko! Suddenly, I am run over by a garbage truck.

This was a FreeWrite inspired by @mariannewest.