3lektra’s deck ran out of her final Sword program, and the Kraken was still bearing down on her. The rest of the team fought beside her meat body, but weren’t of any help. She launched a desperate gambit and ran the Zap command. And to her relief, the Kraken de-rezzed, granting her access to the final level of the architecture. It was now time to release her custom virus into the system. But which surprise to leave? Decisions, decisions.
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Hello fellow Choombas,
This is the Re-Release of the Data-Shard set that put out a month or so ago.
List of Changes:
- New & Updated fonts being used
- Time Component Added (Gotta add that pressure!)
- Form Fillable Elements on the PDF itself! (No need to Microsoft Word anymore!)
- Form Fillable Elements will work with standard input font AND RTF Pasted fonts!
- Blank Data-Shards now included, so you can format them however you want!
- Colored & Printer Friendly Variants available for download
Fear and Business in Night City, Part 2
[This fictional piece was written by me, using characters I created in Cyberpunk 2020 and Cyberpunk Red. It is set a few years before the Cyberpunk Red setting. Players in my current online game will recognize the main character. If you missed Part 1, you can find it here.]
“Pick up your jaw, and get inside the frackin’ door, Sandy”. The fixer shook his head and stepped into the room to allow the seasoned solo to close and latch the door. Walker holstered the Colt into a thigh holster, and the grim look on his face was not at all hidden by the grey beard with black streaks. This shook Sandy even more.
“Walker! For frack’s sake, tell me what you mean by ‘Muratsa is back’. You told me you put two bullets – one of them in the head – at his apartment in the arc! Six years ago!”
Fear And Business In Night City, Part 1
[This fictional piece was written by me, using characters I created in Cyberpunk 2020 and Cyberpunk Red. It is set a few years before the Cyberpunk Red setting. Players in my current online game will recognize the main character.]
Rain fell upon the street, the neon lights of the buildings reflected off the wet pavement in brilliant greens, blues and pinks. Sandy’s dirty yellow overcoat was keeping most of it off him, but rain is rain. It will go where it goes. I’m sure this is all Arasaka’s fault, he jokingly thought. Taking refuge underneat a muddy awning, the Sandy ran face to face with an older Asian man saying something in a language the Norwegian fixer didn’t know. Sounded like Japanese, but could be Korean for all he knew.
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I woke with Masterson staring at me, smoking those goddamn MJ’s. What a shitty way to wake up. My mouth was dry. I sighed. “I was hoping that maybe you were a bad dream.”
He laughed irony not lost. “You wish. How do you feel?”
“Physically or emotionally? Physically I am thirsty. Emotionally I want some payback.”
Something in Masterson’s grin told me that I just sold my soul to the devil. I was unsure how to feel about that. I felt raw. It was inhuman. The enormity of what she did was nearly too much to comprehend. And what was I? At best a dead end. Would Masterson himself put me down when it was over? His large hands reminded me of DA’s. The time he choked me. My brain unable to cope hyper focused on the hands. I decided at that moment I hated them. Masterson picked up a plastic shopping bag and tossed it to me. “Get dressed.”
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Part V(a)
I sat upright with a violent jerk. I knew I had just been cloned. My lungs always had a wet feeling to them…
I clutched my chest. I had just been shot, I was bleeding—my mind echoed the pain. I had trouble breathing. I sobbed. Jodie died and I was dying. Or I had just been.
It was dark and dank. So dark and dank it seemed to have a physical presence. It certainly wasn’t my clone lab. I don’t think that antibiotics would have made much of difference. I rolled to my side and hacked viciously.
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I sat upright with a violent jerk. I knew I had just been cloned. My lungs always had a wet feeling to them… I clutched my chest. I had been shot, I was bleeding—my mind echoed the pain. I couldn’t breathe. I shook with emotion, remembering my own death. Jodie died in the explosion and someone shot me on the oilrig.
I had been dying just a moment ago; I looked down at my finger, hooked still trying to carry out the last order given to it. Pull the pin.
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I placed the electrodes on my scalp and gave myself a sedative. I would sleep and the computer would map out the memories. It took several hours so it was best to do it overnight. I’d wake up in the morning snug in my own bed and I’d have a current backup. No worries. I wanted to make sure I had it up to date, the Yakuza job was tomorrow night.
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I have never doubted God’s Wisdom in that He knew what He was doing when He didn’t give babies the ability to remember being sustained in liquid (that they don’t actually breathe) and transitioning to air. They go through this horrible trauma without any lasting memory. The experience of using lungs the first time is akin to the panic of drowning in air, like a goldfish that has been dropped while cleaning it’s bowl. It works out for us, not undo much for the goldfish. I certainly understand why babies cry during this transition. I was in warm liquid and suddenly not. I hacked up the nastiest stuff imaginable. I convulsed and hacked… and twitched… trying in vain to expel the remaining liquid. God spared me this memory when I was born a couple lifetimes ago. Technology did not.
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