One of the dots flickered yellow, then turned red. A warning buzzer chimed.

He didn’t ask for it. His mother, a brilliant but reckless bio-coder, had uploaded her entire consciousness—and her crushing debts—into his neural lace the night the Enforcers came for her. Now a billion credits worth of interest blinked red in the corner of his vision, and a timer counted down: 72 hours until repo.

If your query is about physical "baby riding" (e.g., balance bikes or bike trailers for infants):