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Ex-Corpo V (☆▽☆)
"You fell over the edge, punk!" -Main
-Cyberpunk Edgerunner
Art credit goes to the wonderful artists over at R.Talsorian games.
Trigger Warning- Blood
"Fads swept the youth of the sprawl at the speed of light. Entire subcultures could rise overnight, thrive for a dozen weeks, and then vanish utterly." -Williams Gibson, Neuromancer
Art by the wonderful people over at R.Talsorian games
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.
The longer I went on, the less I remembered. As I traded parts of myself for processing power, meat and memory for time. I lost parts of my past everyday consumed by the compulsion to keep going.
I still remember us, though. I remember them. I remember the lake, the sun. I remember the way the light made their eyes pop and the way they laughed. I remember their touch and the way their hand felt in mine. But I can't remember their name. I can't remember their face or why it ended. I can't even remember if it was real, but it's all I have left.
I'm a husk, a collection of electrical impulses in a shell of meat. I cling to the thought of them because I loved them. I still love them, but also because it's the last time I remember being myself, being alive.
Been playing Cyberpunk lately. Here’s my V, reacting to Johnny as if he is an annoyingly bright ray of sunlight shining directly into her eyes
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