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scipunk · 3 days

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Blade Runner: Black Lotus (2021)

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tokyofuturnoir · 8 months

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#cyberpunk #cyberpunk aesthetic #bladerunner #future noir

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curatorofthisdigitalmorass · 5 months

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Blade Runner (1982)

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virna333 · 3 days

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#cyberpunk #dystopia #future noir #cyborgirl #cyborg #scifi #inteligencia artificial #artificial intelligence

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filthyneverdie · 1 year

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NAMO - Ninth Form Motoko

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sleepingxawake · 6 months

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BUT WHY DONT YOU - out now on YouTube, Spotify, Soundcloud, and Bandcamp!

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machetelanding · 1 year

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Harrison Ford & Ridley Scott on the set of Blade Runner (1982)

#blade runner #science fiction #movies #1982 #1980s #harrison ford #ridley scott #cyberpunk #future noir #hollywood #filmmaking #behind the scenes #black and white

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w-i-m-m · 11 months

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glassisland · 2 years

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"There was rain in the air when I got back to the city. Somewhere in the gloom below the concrete bones of the expressway a holo of a woman danced in a cocktail glass, but there was a fault in the 'caster and the image kept fizzling out."

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vforviktor · 1 year

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Further Down the Spiral

It had been months since he watched them leave his dimly lit basement clinic. Months since Misty and V ascended that damn elevator. Months since Misty hugged him and timidly whispered into his shoulder that she knew V wouldn’t be coming back down… not alive anyway. Months since a not so distant gunshot forever scarred the lives of everyone who cherished her.

It was true that in Viktor’s youth he was an angry rockerboy who lived a rage filled life, spent trying to do his part to take down the Corpo scum that plagued the city. When he realized how ineffective and small a cog he was in the living machine that was Night City, he spent his time getting into petty drunken bar fights… and when he started to settle down he found himself in testosterone fueled rivalries and pissing contests in the ring — an entire life in which he spent roughly 60 years watching the city grind so much vibrant young potential into a pulp on the sidewalks and splatter their brains onto the omnipresent grime of itself.

He didn’t find contentment until he dedicated himself to helping people. The comfort he had at this stage in life he found in patching up and chipping in the solos and edgerunners who were trying to make an impact on this damn city… people more equipped than him, people who could actually make a difference… People like Jackie Welles, people like V. He missed her. His guts ached from the grief and guilt he felt every day. Every once in a while when he let himself think of her, V’s words rolled around in his skull like a bad penny: “Seems to be you’re the only person in Night city who’s happy with their lot”. Usually when he let that thought linger for too long his body would shake involuntarily as he suppressed indignant sobs, because when V unceremoniously shuffled off this mortal coil, Viktor had never been so angry... So sorry... He had never felt this utterly defeated.

What he could not have known is that the decision to end her own life was made out of a profound love for the people who cared about her the most. In the final moments of her life she mused that perhaps it was a bit selfish because she was tired and she knew that she couldn’t watch another friend fall, not after losing Jackie, not after losing parts of herself. She didn’t want to watch as Arasaka zeroed someone she loved… and more than anything, she wanted to go on her own terms.

But what did that mean to everyone left behind? Just another urn for Mama Welles’ mantel…

Misty knew, of course, but she had always known… right from the start. She also knew that V's ending would be most painful for Viktor and she knew that his new beginning would be difficult… for both of them. Viktor was the person she was closest to, and if she was being honest with herself— the only true choom she had left. She did her best to stay positive and to comfort him, but in these short months after she watched those elevators open to a tear soaked Viktor carrying V’s small broken body she could see that the good doctor was playing a dangerous game. He was spiraling. His trajectory was taking him to the darkest corners of Night City.

Fighting, both figuratively and literally for a release.

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muttonchopsalley · 3 months

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