“Too slow,” Kai muttered.
He pressed the button. In a normal MPK, that made the pads play at maximum volume. For Kai, it maxed out his neural output. His vision went white, and then he saw the data-stream: a river of green and black code flowing through the city’s fiber-optic veins. akai mpk mini treiber
The revolution wouldn't be televised. It would be finger-drummed. “Too slow,” Kai muttered