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“𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝? 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢? 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 - 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝, 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚝, 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚋, 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕, 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 — 𝚊𝚗𝚍 “𝙻𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚑” 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 “𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎.𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚠” 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜.”

— 𝚁𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐

Thank you once again @jaw-bones for this wonderful piece of my Lilith aka the white.widow picturing my beloved Cyberpunk2077 Netrunner in her Arasaka spider liar.

This is how people passing her netrunning room @ アラサカ社 see her running - a spider dramatically lurking in her web behind milky glass 🤍

I love my spider queen so much 🤍

He took a drag off his cigarette and looked loningy out the window.

"Is it everything you imagined it'd be?" She whispered softly from the bed next to him.

He looked around the room. It was beautiful, best that Soma Corp money could buy. So much more than a gutter rat like him deserved. He racked his brain thinking about it. This was it: the money, the tech, the respect. It was everything he'd ever wanted. People like him died for this. He had literally killed for this. So why did it all feel so hollow? Why did this room feel as far away from reality as it was from the ground?

"No, he whispered. I fucking hate this city"

"But it loves you, that's why you keep coming back." She said with only the slightest bit of scorn in her voice.

He looked across the room at the hardware on the table. His body armor and rifle and her deck and trodes stared at him the way he stared at the city. In a few hours, none of this would matter, and nothing would probably ever matter again.

"Whether it loves me or not, I'm gonna burn it all down." He said taking his last drag.

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