Cyberpunk City

Session 030 - RP

Tantrum

“Do you like what you see?”

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RIGHT CLICK open in new tab/window. Play Song.

Her body seemed to be carved out of marble. She stood at the foot of the bed, naked (unless a cybernetic arm counts as clothes). Wind blew the curtains from the bed’s canopy back and forth gently. I can smell the sea air come in from outside and the sound of seagulls can be heard. Much of the hotel room is bright white with old wooden furniture. As I lay on the bed I can feel the incredibly soft sheets beneath my back, softer than anything I’ve slept on in years.

The woman approaches the bed slowly and crawls across the bed like a snake to be on top of me. Her body is much warmer than my cold shell of metal and implanted skin graphing.

“Yes.” I answer her question but my voice sounds distant and withdrawn. She lays on top of me and begins the ritual, grinding her hips against mine in a calculated motion. Ice cold shivers jump up and down my body as she touches my stomach with her metal hand, running it slowly down my chest and stomach. I throw her off of me and it’s my turn to mount her. The sounds of our passion are loud enough to drown out the seagulls and street noises from the village below. At the moment of climax I look down at her face………..

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Shodan

STOP MUSIC

BANG BANG BANG

“You time’s up shit head! I’m not gonna tell you again!”

I ripped the plugs out of my neck and sit up quickly in a cold sweat, bashing my forehead of the ceiling of the tiny capsule room. A message on the HD monitor on the wall at my feet says “Thank you CUM again” in bright neon. The sliding door of the capsule sticks as I pry it open and clamor out, falling on the floor at the feet of a large man with a million facial piercings. Dozens of pleasure coffins line the walls of the dark hallway.

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After a brief moment staring at the man’s boots I vomit all over them.

YOU SCUM-FUCKER!” Piercings guy grabs me by my shirt and pulls me to my feet and gets an inch from my face. “YOU KNOW GODDAMN WELL YOU CANT JUST RIP THOSE PLUGS OUTTA YOUR NECK LIKE THAT WITHOUT SHUTTING DOWN THE PROGRAM. NOW WHO’S GONNA CLEAN THIS UP?”

I shove the man against the wall harder than I meant to. He crumples to the floor. “I’M CALLING THE COPS! YOU OWE ME FOR 3 HOURS IN THE CAPSULE!” I reach for my cred-stick and push the button on the side to see that I have nowhere near the amount necessary for 3 hours. The rifle I’ve been carrying around since I was thrown out of a truck is on my shoulder and I unsling it tossing it towards the pierced man lying on the floor.

GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE ASSHOLE.”

Still disoriented by the horror visiting my sex dream, I clomp my way into the streets of the Little China District. An advertisement for the Satellite ski resort, TerraOrbita, floats by high above me on the side of an ad blimp pulsating with bright lights. Fuck that high-class shit. I vomit in a nearby cyber-trashcan once more before gaining my bearings. Why am at the “CYBERSEX CAPSULE HOTEL” anyways? Where the fuck is my head at? The blooming neon lights of the district flood my Delerium-fueled vision. “Pris!” Now I remember. After recharging at Ryath’s final resting place I must’ve blacked out from the drugs and ended up here. So much for locating Pris. That plan lasted all of 10 minutes. “JESUS my head is KILLING ME” I scream in the face of a woman passing by holding an umbrella with a glowing handle. I guess it’s raining. I didn’t notice. Laughter comes from my lugs without my permission. “Pull it together Reckard. Why does that FACE keep popping up in my dreams!.” My hands pound on the sides of my head for a few seconds before falling limp. “I need a drink.”

The closest watering hole is a joint called “56K”.

RIGHT CLICK open in new tab/window. Play Song.

Cuberclub

Great, it had to be another Delerium Den.

I wander through the groups of people getting high and swaying to the music. Holograms of Geisha dance on the tables as business men discuss their deals. I find a place in the corner and plop down in a red leather booth. My hand runs along the cool leather and I remember my SimStim of the seaside villa and the ice cold touch of the woman’s cyberlimb…. and I think of the face made of data lines. My reminiscing is cut shot by a holo-geisha’s appearance at my table.

“Ohayou gozaimasu! What can I get you?”

“Just a beer… Actually, whiskey with 2 rocks.”

“Right away.” The hologram disappears and my eyes take a moment to readjust to the room’s dim lighting. My drink is dropped off by a young nervous looking American girl dressed as a geisha. Before I say a word she’s gone and I’m alone again with my thoughts. Where the hell am I gonna find Pris and the others. Are they even still alive? My head was swimming in Delerium and I couldn’t keep one thought in my head for more than a few moments. My eyes wander across the room to the bar where I see a beautiful young woman with dark skin and blue dreadlocks.

“Need some company?” She is standing in front of me and I nod. She orders herself a drink from the hologram.

“Why ya sittin’ here all by yourself? Waiting for someone?” My thoughts are purged and all my attention is on the girl in front of me. “It appears I’m waiting for you.” A smile grows on her shiny lips and all I want to do is take her to the nearest capsule hotel and have my way with her.

An eternity passed and many drinks are consumed. I have no concept of time at this point. She is laughing and touching my hand. When did she sit down again? Damn this Delerium.

“You are too funny! What happened after that?” She rubs her leg up mine. The lighting or something changes in the room for a moment then clicks back to the dark red I was used to.

“Umm I don’t really remember.” Something seems to be happening between us and I must be handling myself pretty well if she hasn’t thrown her drink in my face yet. She is sitting next to me in the booth and begins to rub the back of my neck and kiss my cheek every so often giggling. “Stop making me laugh, my face is starting to hurt.” I stare into her eyes and am spellbound by her. “What? You like what you see?” Her words sounded familiar. “Anyways, you were just telling me about the guy at the bar who owed you money. I would love to see you kick his ass.” The lighting flickers again and I look towards the bar to see Vincent Shin standing at the bar staring directly at us.

My heart stops. Anger boils up inside my chest. “That asshole killed my…friend….” The words come from me without control.

“Well honey, he sounds like a jerk. You should get him back for killing you friend!” She was right. This asshole needs to die. I stand up and walk towards Shin with so much rage. Everything seems to slow down. He stares at me and a smile creeps across his face. I grab him by the neck and throw him over the bar sending him crashing into the liquor bottles lining the back wall. He stumbles to his feet and I pull him towards me over the bar and slam his head against an oxygen machine resting on the bar top. He falls to the ground and I’m on top of him, hitting him in the face over and over. “You fucking killed my friends you son of a bitch!” I scream as I pummel him.

There’s a firm grip on my arms as I’m pulled up off the man and back onto my feet. I try to resist the hold and get back to ripping that bastards face apart when I hear a familiar voice."

MASTER RECKARD. CONTROL YOURSELF. YOU ARE NOT WELL.”

I take a moment to calm down and turn around to see T4 standing before me with his glowing large lens inches from my face. “This bastard killed Acid Burn and he has to pay!!!”

THIS IS NOT VINCENT SHIN.”

Horror creeps over me as I looks towards the bloody business man laying on the ground writhing in pain. Tears stream from my face. T4’s hand reaches up and rips a small black piece of micro-soft from the plug in my neck and the rooms changes colors for a moment before returning to the familiar red. The bartender points a large revolver at my head but lowers it when he sees T4’s lens-eye narrow and point in his direction.

“IT APPEARS TO BE SOME SORT OF NEURAL-SCRAMBLER DEVICE. WERE YOU IN ANY CONTACT WITH ANOTHER PERSON RECENTLY?”

Quickly my head spins towards the booth to see the woman with dreadlocks running towards the door. Before she makes it outside she is launched back onto the main floor from a swift kick in the stomach. Pris walks through the door pointing a shotgun half her size towards the woman in dreads. The woman jumps to her feet and charges Pris, knocking the gun to the size seconds before she squeezes the trigger, blowing a large mirror into a million pieces. Everyone in the bars scrambles out the door and passes the fighting. The woman knees Pris in the stomach and gives her a roundhouse kick across her face sending the shotgun flying out of her hands. This is clearly a well trained fighter as I watch her dodge every punch and kick Pris throws out her, quickly countering with a more powerful strike. After flipping Pris over her hip and onto her back the Woman pulls a large hunting knife out of her belt and lunges at her. A large blast rings out and the woman crumbles to the ground life-less. Pris is on her back holding my LAV50 with smoke coming from the barrel. She climbs to her feet and walks over to where we stand.

“Are you alright, Dick?” She places a hand on my face and looks seriously into my eyes.

“Other than a little drunk I think I’ll be fine.” I wipe the tears from my face and take a deep breath. “So that bitch had me scrambled? God, how could I be so careless…”

“It’s because you’re a degenerate junkie.” Pris was clearly not a fan of me at the moment. “She is a bounty hunter. Apparently BlueSun is getting desperate to find you, Dick. We better get the fuck out of here and back to the others.”

“The others!?”

“Yes, Ken and Vela made it as well, and we have some actual good news if you can believe it. We’ve located the Gibson, and if you still give a fuck about anything and are still willing to make the run…”

“Pris, I said I’m Alright! FUCK!” I snapped at her. My head was still pounding. “I was just a little misguided for awhile, but I’m good now.” A long pause goes by before I speak. “Pris…. I visited Deakon…”

“Yeah, we heard. You may have gone a little overboard with his punishment but that rat-bastard deserved what he got. We lost some good men because of him…”

“I HATE TO INTERRUPT BUT I DO BELIEVE WE SHOULD BE LEAVING PROMPTLY BEFOREHOW WOULD MASTER BURN SAYTHE SHIT HITS THE FAN?”

I manage to force out a chuckle. “Did you just tell a fucking joke, T4?” T4 doesn’t answer. “Well you’re right lets roll.”

We run into the street and into a small hover-cab that was most likely stolen by these two. Pris drives and T4 and I sit in the back seat. “So how did you find me by the way?”

T4 takes a moment to process, COMMANDER PRIS HAD YOU OUTFITTED WITH A TRACKING DEVICE WHEN YOU WERE GIVEN AUGMENTATION UPGRADES.” I usually would have been furious about this but remembering my recent exploits and subsequent rescue I couldn’t blame her. “So T4, I heard you know where the Gibson is. The suspense is killing me I hope it’s somewhere nice.”

Pris looks at T4 in the rear view mirror and nods. T4 speaks.

THE MAINFRAME THAT MASTER BURN AND I ACCESSED SHOWS IT IS OUTSIDE OF EARTH’S ATMOSPHERE.” I am speechless. I don’t quite know how to respond.

“TO REITERATE IN A DIFFERENT CONTEXT….I HOPE YOU OWN A SET OF SKIS.”


originally sent 06.10.2012 @ 2:38AM – -RP-

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