#cyber noir

[acecroft]

CYBERPUNK 2077: Phantom Liberty (2023)

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[h0llymoon]

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[junkiescircus]

April is the cruellest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering earth in forgetful snow, feeding a little life with dried tubers.

Visual Experiments Lain, V.A (1999) The Waste Land, Thomas Stearns Elitot (1922)

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[rabidhiss]

Human Revolution was a masterpiece.

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[cyberia2001]

art by 0n1_g1r1

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[cityofalbinoch]

Welcome to Albinoch, the last, best, biggest factory town that Earth has to offer.

Humanity has always found it easier to run away from its problems than to fix them. So it should come as no surprise that interplanetary space travel was prioritized over unfucking our own environment. Terraformers deployed to Mars and Venus and the Moons of Jupiter wouldn’t work at home because of the way they made things worse before they made them better. So the Earth, our Earth, was dying. And we were running away. 

And that’s where Albinoch comes in.

Albinoch is a megacity founded around resource extraction. Humanity may be fleeing our planet in massive spaceships, but someone has to stick around and fucking. Build the massive spaceships, yaknow? So while most of the world was being left barren and derelict, several of these megatropolises dotted across the globe, spreading outward like concrete cold sores. 

Our dear Albinoch in particular was focused on extracting and refining the raw materials needed for building (though some ambitious businesses are trying to break into industrial machining and manufacture). The city is sandwiched between several mines for coal, various ores, and minerals; a huge quarry that spirals into the ground like the mouth of a titanic deep sea suckerfish, and an offshore oil rig whose lights we can see more clearly than the stars most nights, bobbing and rocking in the swells. As a result of all this bustling industry, the land got unstable. The whole damn city *settled,* sinking below sea level and flooding the streets. These days narrow canals are everywhere, almost as plentiful as the streets and back-alleys, populated by gondolas and riverboats, for living on and for taking people where they need to go.

The Allercorps mined deep for the fleeing colonists, and when they did, they discovered a dormant, prehistoric amoeba that colonized infected people's bodies, turning them into strong, fast, sensitive corpses with a hunter's mind and an insatiable craving for human blood. 

Scientists all over Albinoch immediately set about looking for a cure, but what they found instead is that by manipulating the Amoeba's genetic code, they could essentially manufacture a treatment for eternal life, youth, and beauty...... With a few side effects.

Of course this treatment was only available to a select few. The upper echelons of society's best and brightest. 

Meanwhile the infectious amoeba, transferring in the blood and saliva of its hosts, continued to ravage Albinoch's faceless masses. 

So, bringing us up to speed—the people of the city are ruled by beautiful, charismatic, wealthy vampires, both loathing them and longing to become one of them, while being haunted in their nighttimes and nightmares by the bloodthirsty faces of their dead loved ones, calling out in the mimicked voices of those they've killed. The UV Lamps along the more populated streets feel like a bandaid, and just because you’re scared to go out at night doesn’t mean you always have a choice. If the wind turns right, the parties from the wealthy quarter are audible, reminding folks of the gulf between their lives and ours. Never go out alone if you can help it, unless you want to become another stolen voice in a dead man’s chest.

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[dunwichdrawsstuff]

TODAY ON READ-STREAM

I found a book of Cyber-Noir stories, and I want to check it out. Let’s escape the cold corporatized holiday season into a cold corporatized distant future.

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[blazingfiredragon]

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[pagingcs]

Lydia wanted me to make sure our little escapade would hit the news, so I sat down and sent out the bots right around eight. They’re set up to go out in waves, small first, then bigger-bigger-smaller, then bigger again, and so on until the first wave completes and the virtual server downcycles. The trick, as it turned out, was to not be too random. Machines have a way of leaving their fingerprints, and my little network relied on me making the final keystroke. Like a pulse, or maybe a friendly ghost, my console started lighting up as the bots started sending back their little reports. As soon as the console was printing faster than I could keep up, I opened the little window that collated results as a trend line, and watched it as you would watch a fish pond, or a rolling spring cloud. It was working.

Three hours later, the bots had done their work, and I closed the window. My feed was full of news about a new and suspicious hacking ring, and the discourse was just what you’d expect. Charlatans first, then luddites, then anti-luddites, then clout-chasers. The specialty outlets would probably run something tomorrow, and with any luck, at least one of the big guys would publish something by the weekend. I added a reminder to do a second push on Friday afternoon, and closed the console.

This little adventure in social engineering was just a warmup, of course. The trick to good marketing is to make your name knowable but not known, not until right when you need it to be. When we finally get the go ahead to pull the real trigger, our little collective will already be under suspicion. Since we were already jangling around in people’s heads, it will be easy to claim the credit.

I can’t tell you the full nature of the job itself, and that’s because I mostly don’t know it. Lydia has some strange idea about distributed hacking, each cell on a virtual connection and never interacting except where necessary. Sure, we all know where we’re going, more or less, but no one’s got a clue as to what car we’re taking, if you catch me.

Of course you don’t catch me. Of course we all looked for each other as soon as we pulled the first job. That was a trick, were you paying attention?

On a separate machine, the whirr and buzz of a cobbled-together intranet kept the burner machine I used at a near constant whine, and an occasional bump as the decrepit internal fan warped under the strain. Already there was come chatter about the public push for name recognition, and I dutifully (and gleefully) presented my role. Several of the members congratulated me on how natural it all looked, and just as many derided me for how generated it felt. That’s life in the underground for you. If someone’s talent isn’t being used for mischief, they’ll use it for wearing down the competition. I was proud of my little botnet, and there was nothing the faceless wonders could say today to dent my pride in a job well done.

I was getting updates from the feeds now, the luddites had taken the bait. I could feel their little paws hammering out their indignation. Every key tap was an indictment of their hypocrisy, of course, but if they could use their own anger to stoke their psyche, I didn’t see why I couldn’t.

You might think I would have a pang of conscience about manipulating people, but I don’t. Any fool that spends that much time on their feeds gets what they pay for, and gets to become what their generous benefactors pay for; a pair of eyeballs, blinking away.

I leave the intranet machine running, and shut down my media ops rig. I get a message from Lydia saying she liked my work, but she’ll need to talk to me first thing tomorrow about the next phase. She phrases it like she wants me to ask more about it, but I don’t take the bait. I’m tonight’s winner, and I plan to celebrate.

The fog is out when I leave the apartment. It’s cool and fresh on my face, and it hides the stink of the streets as well as anything. I walk the four blocks to Dragon 88, the kind of oddball family-run place that serves pretty decent Chinese food and for some reason, steaks. The dining room is small, but clean and spacious enough. The walls are done up in red wallpaper and the chairs are cheap, but sturdy. There’s only one other couple in here, but then again, it’s almost midnight. In the far corner the dining room opens to the kitchen, separated by a chest-height bar covered in bric-a-brac. Jerry Liu, the guy that’s been standing at that counter for as long as I can remember, waves me in. I take a seat at a table close to the window, but not directly in front of it. I don’t bother with the menu.

After a while, Mrs. Liu makes her way out from the back and walks over to the table. She doesn’t like me, but I don’t blame her.

“Usual?” she asks.

“Not tonight,” I say, “Special occasion. Bring me rice, garlic greens, and a filet.”

“Better with broccoli, you want that too?”

“Sure.”

“Ok, a few minutes.”

She walks over to the counter separating the kitchen from the dining room and relays my order in rapid-fire Cantonese. Jerry nods, looks up, and smiles. He says something quickly to his wife and gets back to work.

Mrs Liu makes her way back to the table.

“You want a drink? Wine for the steak?”

“Beer please. Tsingtao if you have it.”

She nods and gives a weak smile, the growing size of my check easing her distaste, and goes back to get the beer.

The front door opens, and a woman walks in.

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[neon-wonderlands]

Tokyo nights

Neon nights

Cyberpunk city

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[recursive360]

(via GIPHY)

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[blugirl333]

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[h0llymoon]

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[allura-raine]

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[lunadarkbloom]

Credit: longfire on Instagram 💜

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[cityofalbinoch]

Who are the people that call Albinoch home? What do they contribute to the landscape of this massive, sprawling city?

ALLERCORPS

The Allied Earth Remainder Corporations is a corporate alliance made between a few huge megaconglomerates. This alliance governs Albinoch through appointees to the Corporate-Municipal Legislative Council, as well as working together to ensure that their profit margins keep growing, and their investors both on and off-world remain pleased.  * The CMLC (“Cumlicks,” if you will) is a governing body, made up of appointed representatives of each member of the Allercorps, charged with the care and keeping of Albinoch’s citizenry. They handle law creation and legislature, budgeting, infrastructure plans, and the social welfare of the city. Some people might argue that they do a bad job at this, as they are so influenced by the corporate, profit-driven interests of their employers that they can’t make fair, even-headed decisions in favor of the people. Their response to this criticism has been to pass another tax break for the top income bracket.

A.M.P.D

Albinoch Municipal Police Department (or Asshole Military Police Douchebags, depending on how civic-minded you are). A highly militarized entity paid by the Corporate-Municipal Legislative Council to enforce Albinoch’s laws and protect the interest of the Allercorps at all costs.  * the A.M.P.D’s ace in the hole, aside from all of their standard military police, bloated-budget, skull-bashing bullshit, are the Weres. W.E.R.E. officers (Warrant Escapee Retrieval Expert) are genetically modified to have enhanced senses and physical strength, speed, and stamina. They have superb night vision, and are capable of tracking an individual’s scent trail or sniffing out hidden contraband. For that reason, Weres often work with K-9 officers, or in some divisions of the AMPD have replaced K-9 units completely. Weres can also undergo a physical transformation that for a short time allows them to become even stronger and faster than before, though this leaves the officer in question drained after an episode. When this happens, their features become bestial, almost lupine. When a prisoner or detainee escapes custody, spotlights are lit, and can paint the clouds with pale circles that look almost like a full moon. People joke that when a full moon is out, you have to be wary of wolves. As the Lazarine problem has encroached further and further into the city, it’s become a part of Were officers’ duties to hunt down nests and exterminate them.

CASEY FAMILY

A brutal organized crime family. Irish transplants. The Caseys run Kismet, the biggest gambling district in Albinoch. If you place a bet anywhere in the city, at some point your money will pass through a Casey’s hand. They run casinos, race tracks, fight rings, you name it. If you can gamble on it, they own it. Well connected, but not seen as valid members of high society, the higher tiers of the family live a pale reflection of the Delta District lifestyle, lording over their own enterprise. Because gambling is tied to other vices, they also have a big hand in the drugs, liquor, and sex trades, though they aren’t the only ones by far.

FISHER PEOPLE

Permanent residents of the canals, the Fisher People live on long, narrow riverboats and remain constantly on the move. Due to some contract signed decades ago, Fisher People are technically sovereign, with their own (elected and impeachable) queen and council of elders—though they do live and work in Albinoch. As a result, they have a reputation for sheltering criminals and undesirables, since the police can’t legally enter their boats. They’re very private and insular, but they also have a reputation for helping those truly in need.  * Market: when a collection of private and public Fisher Ships link up at a mooring site to make an impromptu town. The process of linking the boats up is called Going To Market, and the communities are impermanent and shifting, though one or two of the larger boats tend to be more or less permanent figures ** Court: kind of like Market but much more temporary. When boats Go To Court, it’s because the Queen and the council have decided to meet about official business with important community figures. 

FOUNDRYMEN

Smelters, smiths, and other refiner tradesmen. A lot of their solidarity comes from looking down on Moles and Slabs. There’s a culture in the foundries of thinking that the other workers are less skilled—after all, they only pull things out of the ground, they don’t make anything. Though recently some people have begun to wonder whether that point of view was grown naturally, or if it was seeded by corporate interests afraid of worker solidarity between industries. 

MOLES

Miners. Miners have a very low life expectancy, comparatively, and are also comparatively likely to be infected with Lazarine Vampirism. As a result, Moles all contribute to a shared medical fund that can be used to pay for treatment for illness, but also support a miner’s family in the event of their death. 

RIGGERS

Oil rig workers and their families. Since actual Rig work takes employees away for months at a time, Riggers provide each other with a social safety net, looking after each other while part of their families are away. This includes childcare, communal meals, and just going to check on each other. 

SLABS

Quarry workers. Slabs tend to live near the edges of Albinoch, because their workplace is the farthest away from the city. As a result, they see a lot of attacks from Lazarine Vamps, and have fortified their neighborhoods accordingly. Their relationship with their other slabs is close to that of a comrade-in-arms.

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