The next corner opened onto a four-lane road, the intersection rising up to the Bridge entrance. Cars were aerial these days, only the poor and desperate at ground level, and so this urban wilderness had been repurposed. Thin carbon rods rose to hold fractal camouflage nets over the street, the smart fabric held in tension by a complex system of ties and pulleys. As the wind shifted the nets moved across and back again, maintaining a perfect, flat surface. The upper surface would mimic ground level, but alter the image to show burning trash and crowds fighting for scraps of food. This was military tech, and ferociously difficult to buy on the streets; she had no idea how Fourth Ward had sourced it.