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Downloading the computer game.
What could be more cyberpunk than that?
A quick tip from my time working in cyber: always keep a glass of water handy for these kinds of missions. Computers, like cats, are terrified of water. If they believe you will tip water directly into the computer case then they are more likely to behave.
Cyberwater, i call it.
(i'm actually painting the living room ceiling. Not very cyber.)
His face!
We've come a long way, that's all I'm getting at.
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There we go. Growing up in the 1980s, the three classes.
Glad you can get a Trumpian orange out of the skin-selector.
Skin-selector.
Skin-selector.
Defining my outsider status.
Joking aside, this *remarkably* like my boy-racer buddy's cars circa 1997.
Driving around east Kent in a modded Fiat Tipo listening to Grooverider. Now *that* was cyberpunk.
This happened just outside Canterbury.
Driving bit.
I feel like I covered this, way back. https://www.rockpapershotgun.com/2009/06/22/fuel-around-the-world-in-eight-hours/
Interfacing with a control panel. Not many things are more cyber.
Hmm.
"Press F."
Hmm.
"Press F."
Having a look at the rubbish. Excellent pseudo-translucency on this bin bag.
Missed screenshootin' a prompt that said "Stop leaning." Here's a tiny, pristine box of playing cards on a gantry instead.
First bit of random loot! Water. Thematically coherent with the thread. Nice.
Eh?
Having a nice chat with this man now. Also strong East Kent vibes.
He appears to have an inkjet home office printer for me.
And this is VERY east Kent 2020. Not sure why the Kent theme, but I like it.
Heading in to do some... bureaucratic paperwork?
I like this chap.
Now printer-man has taken over driving... my own car? I say nothing, but I feel a level of tension in the vehicle. It doesn't seem like things are okay between us.
I can't really get over this. It's *incredibly* passive aggressive to just sit in the driver's seat and then drive without even saying anything. Our first fight, and I don't even know what it's about.
Shit! We're suddenly being chased by the cops. Cops who are comfortable leaning out of the car to shoot at me. Very dangerous.
I regret to inform you that inkjet printers are illegal in the future. (And rightly so.)
Christ, too real. I had this exact argument after that thing at the supermarket.
Wh-what? These mood swings are something else.
The subsequent montage sequence is quite good. Big fan of this scene. Nevertheless I demand to see Keanu Reeves.
Now it's getting cyber.
And there it is.
Now we've entered the man-murderin' phase of the computer game. A vital journey.
Oops, I split the thread. No matter. Here, look, a big shiny orange floor!
Cor, I'm having that.
Keanu Reeves.The search continues.
A nice sit down and a drink of water. Very cyberpunk.
A sit down followed by a nice nap! Jim Rossignol Simulator 2020, more like. Except for some reason cyber-me sleeps by draping himself over the edge of the bed?
And a post-nap leaving-the-dungeons-in-Oblivion moment. The (open) world is mine!
Needless to say, I immediately killed a woman with a grenade while trying to work out how to holster my punching hands. Now I have to be shot by police.
Off for a walk! (It's extremely pretty.)
Stopping to get a sandwich in the meatspace. (that's street-lingo for "the real world", cyber-fans!)
My walk did not last long. More cyberjobs await.
But that's the fate of the cyberdecked edgerunner: born to job.
"But I don't want to go to the ripperdoc! Honestly, I promise to brush my teeth every day."
Not sure what this dude's deal is, but he's dressed for it.
The family ripperdoc, just like when I was a kid.
I particularly like that you can walk away from this chap and he will find his way back to the conversation thread when you re-approach. "What was I saying? Oh yes," etc.
As someone who has had actual conscious eye-surgery this bit is uh - *laughs nervously*
"cyberpsycho attacks" Keanu Reeves
I am not sure I want to be calling my new friend 'ample'. It's like calling someone 'plump' as a compliment.
Having a nice look around, now. I particularly like this chap in a dog collar and orange vest who doesn't know what to do about a spilled skip full of building debris. A real problem.
Good pipes.
There does seem to be some sort of story unfolding here. Not quite sure I can tell you what it is.
Boss battle!
