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snogeggnog · 6 years

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Cyber Punk-y stuff

I watched the cyberpunk 2077 trailer and couldnt help getting hyped. Felt like writing this.

'Get the fuck behind that building,' Her eyes were frantic. Sclera with the cream of aged ivory contrasted with pitch black pupils. No irises. 'Move, you fuckwit,' She hissed. We moved, behind a concrete monolith. 'They didn't see us, and theres only two of them,' I shot back. We could take out two. Easily. We already had taken out many pairs. 'One of them has a e-synapse jammer,' 'Yeah, we hit him first,' 'Are you fucking retarded, its broad daylight,' 'You have those legs for reason,' Childish stubbornness on my part. 'He vaguely points that thing in our direction- both of us are fried!' She was right. Looking back, she was entirely in the right. In the moment, I was convinced we could take them on. But Ammi won by yanking me futher into the shadow. She pushed into the darkness, though alley ways and around corners. I followed, closely. The warm weather was sticky humid. The thin pants i wore were a good choice. Briskly, we walked further into darkness. We passed no one. This area had been emptied out. Evacuated. It was being cleaned. Some pretend plague had struck. Pest control, in reality. The silence was almost suffocating. The crunch of dirt on ashpalt under our shoes were the only things I could hear. We slunk around the dark, disturbing nothing other than the ground. Every alleyway intersection we reached we cleared, looking down the intersecting road then walking past. At first. Time was running thin. We needed to reach the old hub fast. Unexpected patrols had slowed us down. 'Hey!' Like this one. Ammi gasped and slunk behind a generator. I spun on the heels of my shoes. 'Hello,' I spoke slowly and shakily, raising my arms. It was only one 'cleaner', somewhat down the alley. I interlocked my fingers and rested them on the base of my skull. I flicked my thumb over a raised bump in the skin of my neck. 'No need to do that,' the patroller called back. The LED on his shoulder reflected off of the smooth black steel helmet he wore. 'Okay' I lowered my arms to my side. 'This suburb is restricted. Head back now,' He was still walking towards us. 'Oh, oh is it, a-a friend of mine said to meet him here,' 'He was lying. No one is supposed to be here,' the patrollers voice was deep, commanding, 'Virus,' He carried a heavy looking assault rifle. It sat, slightly bouncing on the kevlar mesh suit of the company soldier. Things were taking longer than they should have. He stopped in his tracks and rasied the rifle to eye level, quickly. 'Who's that,' He jerked the gun to where Ammi was hidden. 'She-she's my girlfriend,' I stammered. 'Look at me!' he shouted at Ammi. To pull attention back to me I yelped. 'Dont!' His rifle swung back to me, 'she- shes got anxiety, an attack will just make her sick, please,' The patrolman kept the rifle trained on my head. I could feel sweat dripping down my forhead. 'Walk,' the command was followed by Ammi and I. We turned back the way we came, Ammi being careful to not let the patroller see her clearly. he followed us, not too closely. he didnt take the exact route. Ammi kept slightly ahead of me and I was able to follow her lead. Until I felt a click in my brain. A tiniest switch. Couldnt explain how it felt if i tried. I tripped on a stone, on purpose. 'Walk!' the patroller wasnt coming closer. Fuck. Time to try this. From a belly down position, I pushed up, onto my feet which i then used to spin to face the patroller. He was startled, and had stopped aiming at me or Ammi whlie we walked. One chance. While he was raising his gun, I kicked the stone at him, missing completely. Ammi took the opportunity to pounce, using her metallic muscles to reach the patroller in one leap. In the air, she procured a shiv and gracefully glided towards the armed man with point outstretched. She landed on her mark, and stabbed him in the gut. Trying to miss anything vital, and holding him down. She smashed the helmet, exposing his face. I arrived at the patrolmans body moments later. With precision uncharacteristic of me, I yanked off the metal covering that sat behind the thin kevlar fiber of his suit. In a small port, just below the solar plexus, sat what i was looking for: company locator. A device, like the USBs of yesteryear, but on a right angle downwards to make the design more space-efficient and ergonomic. Quickly, i pulled it out of the plug and scrunched up my left sleeve. With no more than a split second, I had plugged the device back into a port, on my arm. A blinking strip of light on the locator didnt miss a beat. The patrolman gargled angrily, and Ammi retorted with a swift punch to the nose. She then quickly replaced the shiv into his neck. No more gargling. Panting, I stumbled back a building and sat down, resting on it. My head ached from the sudden movement and the new locator device. Ammi dragged the body to a skip dumpster and placed him in and closed it. 'That was much longer than before, Tauno,' Ammi was stern. 'Yeah, its getting overwhelmed. I don't think its going to be able to work next time.' The terminal chip in my arm was able to detect the locators path and predict where the soldier was going to be told where to go. Even if he didnt. It would then send false GPS info back into the system, and according to the monitor, nothing was up. But it was doing this hundreds of times a second, for three locators now. To maintain a steady speed of data falsification and transmition, the chip needed to slow all its other processes down. With no more time to spare we headed off.

The altercation had happened a lot closer to the hub than I had thought. We entered the old mall thorugh a back entrance. Had looting not occured, the glass of the door may not have been shattered, preventing our entrance. We just had to hope that the looters hadn't found what we were looking for. The smooth white ceramic tiles reflected the small amount of light bouncing in from the street. The sun was setting. We had been out here too long. We found the old staff door. It wasn't hidden, a deep green against the harsh white of the tiles. The door was dented and handle looked like someone had taken a few serious attempts at breaking it. Ammi walked up and gently tried the handle. Nothing. She looked back with a little smirk, 'Had to give it a shot,'. The door was fucked beyond a keycards use. But not beyond mechanical limbs. Looters rarely had metal arms or legs. Police and company soldiers would be swarming the hotspots - getting caught stealing AND being a 'borg? That was most certainly doom. While not illegal to be a cyborg, it was illegal to go to backstreet bodyshops. And nobody I or Ammi knew could afford half decent legal metal. Ammi made scrap metal of the door, giving it a hearty boot at the latch. It loudly clanged agaisnt a matte grey steel wall. We were deep enough in the mall that stealth wasnt a matter. Just had to be sure that we were quick was all. Down three doors, stairs on the left and second door on the right. This door was open anyway. That was worrying, but could also have meant nothing. We entered the old hub. My hand were held in tight fists, Ammi kept her shiv hidden, but still within a split second's grab. A soft buzzing from one of the corners, let us know the place was powered. Evacuated suburbs were always cut from the power grid. Soft blue light from screens washed over us as we searched the aparmtent sized area. It was the hub for all activities we used to do - illicit or not. Seeing it not busy with people was odd. 'I found the safe, would code be in here?' Ammi said. 'Surely not,' I snorted. 'now we need a "Construct",' That was the next item on our list that Ammi had written. She gave it a short description as well. It was a small box, with a few switches on a face with a small lens, sitting on one of the higher shelves on the wall. 'I got it,' I said Out of curiosity, I flicked one of the switches. Out of the lens, some light bled. Looking in, the box certainly seemed bigger than its physical form. A thin grid of blue lines seemed to be about half a metre away inside the box. In front of that was a flickering wireframe of a blank face. This was old tech for sure. I called Ammi over and stood her about half a metre away and looked through the box. Disappointingly it didn't scan her face. Ammi laughed when I told her what I tried. She grabbed the machine and flicked the other switches around and peered into box. Standing static, I noticed her finger sliding around on one of the other faces of the box. She looked up from the box and blinked a couple times at me, 'It's old tech, but check it,' She paused, proudly, 'I used some of these before,' I may have snatched it back, but I was engrossed with the idea of this old machinery. Instead of a blank face, it seemed to show a specific face, who's; I couldn't say. There was some log of speech to the right of the face. Ammi snatched it back before I could read and looked in for a few moments. 'It says if we hook it up, it knows the code to the safe,' 'How,' I was in disbelief 'It's kinda like an AI, it knows some stuff,' We hooked it up and it opened the safe. Inside sat our riches. A shit ton of cocaine, some MDMA and a small amount of heroin. But behind that was a small mountain of speed - street gold. We were rich. As long as no one else came looking for the goods.

#third post #actually kinda like this one #cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077

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