Cyberpunk City

Session 029 - NJP

Between the Ears

AND NOW THE THRILLING CONCLUSION
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Reckard: We gotta go get ‘em!
Pris, Vela, Ken: Go go!
T4: I will initiate gibson computer blow up.
All: Hooray!
Acid Burn: I’m dead!

(the computer explodes)


THE END








But seriously guys, sorry I took my time writing this. Bill being in town for a bit has derailed me of my cyber-agenda. I hope this lengthy post makes up for it.


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I sat in the late Ryath’s hover-throne, slouched with my face resting on my right fist; sweat drenching my being as I recharged my augs and tripped balls to the delirium that coursed within me. My breathing was surprisingly steady, considering how insane the world seemed to me at the time. Between all the delirium that I had absorbed through my wounds from my last battle and the vial I had done earlier, I would have considered myself as fucked up as I had ever been in my entire life. Yet my body was still, patiently waiting until I was sufficiently juiced and until I rode out the journey I was currently travelling.

Contrary to the typical raging fires I experienced when I was on delirium, my body felt cold. The whole world felt cold. But, despite the cold and the zany shit I was seeing, I felt collected and at ease. Logical thought patterns echoed in the back of my mind amongst the madness that splintered my reality. Some part of me was conscious of my situation, my entire situation, down to the last minute detail. I could actually feel the drug tearing at my insides, and I recognized the costs my body was sacrificing each time I succumbed to the vial. Yet I sat there motionless and without resistance, content with my cold, mad world of illusions and lingering thoughts.

In essence, I felt like absolute trash but was ok with it. Drugs tend to have that effect after a while.

I swallowed and tasted metal. One of downsides of recharging your subsystems using via a busted up XL hover chair with neo-copper lined cables. The taste also served as the perfect edition to the desolate imagery that flashed before my eyes as I shuttered and lifted my face from off my hand. Time passed. I sat and continued to breathe. One of the last remaining slivers of sanity I had made a mental note to lay off the delirium for a while, if not forever, but until that moment came I had a lot of delirium induced brainstorming to do in regards to getting out of this shithole mess I was in while I recharged. I had to find the others, assuming they were alive to find. Even if I did, I couldn’t for the life of me think of how we’d find the Gibson, let alone shut it down.

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the sound of an air vent opening

Area Diagnostics:
Large, cube shaped room consisting of assorted interconnecting catwalks. Several life forms detected; arms present; STATUS: Unaware. Scanners detect no exit corridors adjacent.
Continuing…
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Loud mechanical shuffling through various air vents

Loud mechanical shuffling through various air vents


air vent opening

Area Diagnostics:
Massive rectangular hallway including doors on either side. Large, ornate structure featured in the center of hallway. Scanners ineffective.
Human Consideration Prototype: Activated.
External Speech: Activated.
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This seems to be the right direction, as something of that structure’s nature is meant to be gazed upon by many individuals, specifically members of the public. This area is meant for public use, so naturally an exit will be located soon.

An armed guard remains present. Contact is unnecessary. Locating an exit is the primary objective.
ExSp: Deactivated.
Commencing…
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surprisingly soft mechanical landing




“Huh?”

“What are you… wait what the fuck are you?! You must be what this alert is about!

alarm
“Time to die!”
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Analysis:
Reasoning with the human is futile. More threats are en route. Sparing the human is no longer an option.
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machine gun fire
machine gun fire

machine gun fire
mechanical gyration
sound of a human throat being ripped out

sound of a body hitting the floor

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Further Analysis:
No exit found. Human Consideration remains faulty; when applicable run test diagnostics for improvement.
HCP: Deactivated.
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Computer system discovered at end of hallway. Attempting cyberlink>
Matrix code


Success.
Building layout Downloaded.

Setting waypoints for optimum direction toward building’s exit.
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sound of a hole being punched through the wall

Loud mechanical shuffling through various air vents
Loud mechanical shuffling through various air vents
Loud mechanical shuffling through various air vents
Loud mechanical shuffling through various air vents

sound of a hole being punched through the vent

surprisingly soft mechanical landing
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Summation:
Exiting building results in full access to systems; proximity shield interference officially terminated.
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ACCESSING INTERNAL MEMORY

FileFolder: Reckard located.
Thermal HeatSignature Search Initiated:



Error: Signature Location Currently Unavailable.
<parent>Pris
>Info Re-route<
Thermal HeatSignature Search Initiated:

SUCCESS: Signature located>18.783652 kilometers due NorthEast.
Setting waypoints for optimum direction toward Pris.
Commencing…
ExSp: activated.
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Locating Pris will serve as a catalyst to finding Reckard and the others. Following that- the Gibson. There will a small stretch of time between now and Pris’ location; optimum time to run some tests.
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HCP: Activated.
Human Joke Attempt: Online
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I would gamble that Pris’ third breast acts as a catalyst for the human desire of love.
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Human Joke Attempt Success: Unknown.
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Seeking Next possible Attempt

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New command input attempt : Initiated
Awaiting manual Key-In input >
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Accessing Command: “THINK”
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Matrix code

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Brain

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Neurons

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sound of a window “opening”

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Jail
Despite all of the cybermeds and medical touch ups done to the massive hole in my fucking foot, I was still in a lot of pain, if you could believe it. Vela’s sniffling, while warranted, was starting to get on my nerves too. Everything was getting to me. This shit was too much to handle. Not to mention that key figures in the war against BlueSun are either missing or dead. Hope didn’t seem to be on the menu for today.
The light from Ken’s portable computer was the only significant source of light in the dimly lit abandoned warehouse we were hiding in. What he was trying to accomplish, I couldn’t even remember; it just didn’t seem to be working. He remained determined and continued on, taking absolutely no notice of the huge gash he sported on his forehead. The man had his priorities.
Our situation was so grim I almost found it hilarious. We were hiding to save our own skin, like cowards. Bringing down BlueSun seemed to be a pipe dream at this point. Reckard, where the fuck are you…
A window shatters. I raise my assault rifle and point it in the window’s direction. Ken and Vela hold each other and crouch near a wall. Maybe I’ll scare whoever is breaking through with the handful of bullets I have left. Or if I’m lucky I’ll get to shoot one more of those bastards before I bite the bullet. Palpable tension fills the air as the three of us wait in silence. A head pokes through.
Oh my god.

I lower my rifle.

It’s T4.

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