The six DIVA officers on the steps of the Velvet Cave under its pink neon sign; one holds up a banana in an evidence bag while a drone hovers.

Decades ago, a city threw out its billionaire Tek Bros for charging everyone by the second. In 2087, the meter is still running, and the new management calls it virtue.

An animated satire about six vice cops arresting a man for offering his seat and the old lady for sitting.

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Yael, bloodied, aims a pistol at the lens from the rubble of a burning block; a bear-shaped silhouette and a briefcase behind her.
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Three DIVA officers on a rooftop ledge above Neonopolis at night: pink-lit towers, elevated rails and airships.
What is Daring Divas?

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A satirical AI-animated series set in Neonopolis, 2087 — a gleeful neon-punk dystopia that threw out the Tek Bros who sold desire by the second. A church, a council and a corporation run it now, and looking for longer than 2.6 seconds is a crime.

Legally.

They want you to think this is normal.
Chastideigh peeks out of a velvet photo booth, finger to her lips, a pink compact in her hand.
Chastideigh

She streams her purity twenty-six hours a day and is Neonopolis’s most shared virgin.

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DIVAs

Ava, chest-up portrait on green.

Ava

Eats male-adjacent fast food. Swallows the evidence.

Freya, chest-up portrait on gray.

Freya

Slices every banana in the city. Except the one in her fridge.

Liyana, smiling, chest-up portrait on blue.

Liyana

Cites you with a smile. Means the smile.

Tuilika, chest-up portrait on black with a gold rim light.

Tuilika

The only cop the dockworkers trust.

Yael, chest-up portrait on black and crimson.

Yael

Was offered an orbital strike. Did it by hand.

Yasmin, half-smiling, chest-up portrait on cream.

Yasmin

Old Beauty. Eighty-nine, all original parts.

Supporting characters

Chastideigh, beaming, on the sunny promenade.

Chastideigh

Sets four alarms for the mandatory daily selfie. Still late.

Dave

Fourteen counts of prolonged optical contact in one week.

Sofia, half-smiling, in the newsroom.

Sofia

Never once fumbled a handoff. Never once let a man finish.

Priya, smiling, in a yellow vinyl jacket on the promenade.

Priya

Breaks every story. The desk puts it back together.

A young man in a gray bathrobe, holding a black coffee mug, a tower smoking behind him.

Coffee Civilian

Rates explosions out of ten. Nothing has scored above a six.

Tourist Mom, blonde, laughing, pink sunglasses in her hair and a floral dress.

Tourist Mom

Reads ‘Enjoy your stay’ as an instruction, not a warning.

Tourist Dad, smiling, bandaged nose and arm in a sling, in a T-shirt reading I VISITED NEONOPOLIS AND SURVIVED.

Tourist Dad

Wore ‘I SURVIVED’ on the way in. The city took it as a dare.

Tourist Daughter in a bucket hat and white T-shirt, a golden holographic statue behind her.

Tourist Daughter

On a family holiday, desperate to get in trouble.

Neonopolis

Neonopolis, the Jewel of the Atlantic, 2087. The Tek Bros lost, and the paperwork never stopped. The Church, the Council and the Syndicate each own a skyline; the Pink Light District sells what all three forbid; the Furnace keeps the lights on. Pick a district. Don’t linger.

Neonopolis at dawn from above: beach towers on the left, white colonnades and glass domes in the middle, dark gothic spires and smoking stacks on the right.

Pink Light District

A crowded Pink Light District street at night, palms and neon, with the Velvet Cave's entrance on the right.
The Pink Light District
Downtown Neonopolis at sunset, a pink people-mover gliding past a white needle tower.
People Mover Station
The Neonopolis waterfront at dawn, palms and white sand below a glittering skyline.
The Waterfront
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