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High time I chrome the fuck up.

Get da hell out.

Wanna sell, hear my offer.

I'm not selling.

Came here to chip this shit.

Listen, Davey.

That there is a military-grade piece.

Got to have the build to handle it.

And, choom, that's something you ain't got.

Spoken like a ripper who really cares about his customers.

Hah! Point is, can't afford me.

Whoa. Wait a minute.

Fuck it, man. I'll buy it.

I'll chip you up.

But when you come back, crying to yank it out…

because it's poaching your brain, the Sandy is mine for free.

So, ready to rip?

During the discussion,

Lavabre pressured Arasaka with measures drawn from the EU's tariff policy.

Martinez, David, your tardiness has been recorded.

Check it out. Get a load of this guy.

Is he serio--

You can't, Martinez. We're at school!

There are cameras. Have you lost your--

What? Are you afraid of getting caught?

'Cause I know I sure as shit ain't. Come on.

Well?

Shit. What did you do?

What the hell kind of implant is that? You broke my nose, you asshole!

You're done! Know who my father is?

An Arasaka exec on the Academy board! You're so fucking gone.

You should have quit while you're ahead, you rat bastard.

Like I give a shit.

Hmm?

Is he serio--

You're done! Know who my father is? An Arasaka exec on the Academy board!

You're so fucking gone!

Marcus,

you bring me footage of my own son being assaulted by a classmate.

Why?

His name is David Martinez, 17 years old,

from Santo Domingo.

He is a top student

who recently corrupted Academy data and hardware

with a bootleg wreath update.

No father. Mother was recently killed in a traffic accident.

He owes considerable debt to the Academy.

Must I know all this?

Notice his movements, sir.

It's clear he used the Sandevistan implant former second lieutenant

James Norris had been equipped with at the time of this death.

I see. The case was filed as a cyberpsychotic incident.

Yes, sir. Yet, unlike the soldier,

this student displays no apparent side effects stemming from the implant.

I believe his tolerance for cybernetics

could, in fact, make him a prime candidate to test the product.

Hmm. Where is he now?

-He was expelled, sir. -Summon him.

Lure him with promises of financial aid.

Yes, sir. And what about your son?

As my heir, it's high time he learned

what it means to serve the company's best interests.

Mr. Martinez,

please know your expulsion has been formally processed.

However, Mr. Tanaka's parents contacted us to request--

I am so fucked.

Wash cycle complete.

Hey! How you doing?

Shit happens all the time. I'm telling you it's a load of crap.

Huh?

Huh?

Come on.

-So, what's your angle? Spill it. -What? My angle?

What do you want? You're messing up my work.

Work, huh? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were a pig socket.

So, what? You're gonna put cuffs on me?

Can't believe that you're a petty thief.

Hmm…

-Do I know you? -No, uh…

Not really. I don't think so.

Ah! Lookey, here, boy, you are in trouble.

Huh?

Really? A Sandevistan? Damn. Do tell me where you found it.

Wait. Curiosity killed the cat and all that.

Crazy idea. How about we work together?

Doing what? Stealing?

Is it stealing if I only hit Arasaka suits?

Come on. Do I look corpo to you?

Funny you should ask. Scan did pick up an Arasaka Academy ID.

But you're right, you definitely don't look the type, that's for sure.

I, uh… I dropped out.

Ah! What a bad boy you are.

So, you just target 'Saka, huh?

Why? You in?

Gonna break poor mama's heart if she finds out, you know.

Listen up. Lesson number 1.

Less judgment, more awareness.

Yeah, yeah. So, what's my cut?

We'll split the haul, 80-20.

What? Fuck that. We go halfsies on the work and then I get ennies?

I'm the one who'll be pushing the club shards.

Plus, got a trainee to supervise now.

Trainee? Come on.

I'm really tight on eddies right now. 60-40's fair, ain't it?

70-30.

And I'll pay the second the job's done. I think that's fair.

-Alright. Sounds fine. -It's a deal.

I'm Lucy, 'kay?.

Name's David.

Clear? Reading me clear?

Crystal. Good.

My end too. Our mark, yeah?

Three o'clock. Don't turn.

Got 'im.

Moving in.

Okay, set? Ready… to roll.

Three, two, one… Showtime.

Easy as pie!

Chill, noob, chill. Real deal's next.

Bring it!

Three chirpy shesuits? Yada-go!

Then the two two braindance glazed.

Easy.

Come on. Challenge, please.

Okay, okay. Big fish, big loot coming up.

Sounds…

Doesn't scream corpo to me.

No. Hired muscle. Ready?

-Three, two, one. -Wait.

Nice, nice. We've bled this car dry.

Next stop, we ghost.

Roger that.

-So, how did I do? -I'd say you're well worth the 20%.

Hey, it's 30!

Kidding.

-Keep it rolling? Another car? -A different line maybe?

Somebody's probably tipped the pigs off by now.

When we hop around, less chance--

How bad is he?

Typical rookie mistake.

Hasn't taken any precautions since the implant was installed.

Which immunosuppressant is he on?

Hey, this guy insured?

Haven't got a clue. For sure doesn't look like he would be.

Any family, legal guardian? Anyone I can call?

Dunno. Parents, I guess.

Used to go to Arasaka Academy.

Arasaka? No wonder he could afford…

Hey. Hold on a sec.

Morning. So, how are you feeling?

I'm gonna hurl.

Remember which pills you take?

-Pills? -What?

Wow, man!You're psycho.

Hey, lady, we just passed the hospital--

Oh my.

Listen, choom, this kid got an implant on him that'll fetch at least a couple of K.

-So, just sit back and relax and-- -Is that right?

You, like, cut a deal with some Scavengers?

I said sit back and chill or we'll probe you for chrome too.

Sorry, David.

Looks like we gotta change our plans. You're back to 20.

Huh?

Oh my God! Yeah!

Whoops.

Hey, doin' okay? Not gonna die, are ya?

-Doc, please. -Huh?

Doc's clinic. Ripperdoc. Get me there.

David, buddy.

Man, you look like shit.

Thanks a lot.

How many times you fired up?

Six. No, maybe eight.

Jesus Henry Christ.

Grown-ass man couldn't take that punishment.

I was fine an hour ago and then…

my nose popped a cork.

Gonk had no immunoblockers. You care to explain?

Ah, didn't really see the need.

Thought wrong, then. Sell him the meds.

Shit off this shelf ain't gonna cut it. Different league.

You good for it?

You're fucking charging me?

Fucking right, I am! Ain't runnin' no charity, choom.

How much'll these buy?

Two days' worth.

That's it?

Hey, feel free to shop around, sweetheart.

'Cause that might land you back with the Scavs.

Greedy bastard.

Sure you wouldn't rather have it gone?

Nope.

Still can't quite believe you fired that thing up eight times in one goddamn day.

You're either a total masochist or…

Listen close, Davey. Two a day, no more.

Three maybe, but that's the max. No bullshit.

Even if your body can take it, that egghead of yours sure can't.

Keep fucking around and that implant gonna scramble ya brain.

You're saying a single implant could make me a cyberpsycho?

Is that even possible? Never heard of that happenin' before.

Well, Davey,

guess you just heard it from me, didn't ya?

Hmm?

-So, you all done? -Uh, yeah.

Well, then I guess that's a wrap for today.

I'm good. I can keep running.

You big dope. I'm not about to start babysitting a cyberpsycho.

Sandevistan, only use it when you got no other choice.

Lots of other ways to turn out eds.

Still wanna work with me even after that?

Think I'd let you go without paying me back first?

Good. I definitely need the eddies.

That's the spirit.

Sure you're not up for some more tonight?

I'm kind of lagging on rent.

-Not tonight. Tomorrow. -Okay, okay.

-Come on. -Huh? I knew you'd want to!

It's not work-related.

Huh?

Right here.

You, uh… live alone?

-Hm-mmm. And? -Nothing.

-What? Nervous or something? -Of course not.

-This your first time? -Hell, no.

Shut up, will ya!

Sit down. Relax.

Beer's all I got. You drink?

Uh, of course, yeah.

Cheers.

Oh, boy.

Seriously? So, it is your first time drinking.

-No, I have. It's just-- -Hm-mmm.

Fizzy drink and smokes, don't do neither.

I wouldn't tease you about that.

I'm telling the truth.

Sure you are. What's with the getup anyway?

Take it off.

What? Why?

Just do it. Come on.

Hey!

Uh, wait. Don't mess with that. Come on.

Uh… Edgerunners?

Another word for cyberpunk.

It's who you wanna be, don't ya?

JK's Edgerunners series. Shit, yeah, I'm a fan.

You serious?

Right back at ya.

Like that kinda gunk poster.

Got a problem?

Uh… No problem.

Just always whacked me out.

All of those ads makin' it seem like it's some kind of paradise or something.

Lots of peeps died tryin' to turn that dumb rock into something useful.

More like a prison camp than a paradise, if you ask me.

Sounds to me like someone did their homework.

Uh, not really. Just a bunch of shit I learned in school.

Begging your pardon, prep boy.

It ain't like that.

Isn't it? Never met a pleb who attended a 'Saka school.

It's not!

My, uh, my mom and I weren't very well off.

There's no way they would have accepted me off the street like that.

She worked damn hard to keep me in the Academy,

scraping together eddies anyways she could.

You wanna know the real kicker though?

I knew from day 1 I'd never belong there.

So why stick around for so long? Or at all.

Good fuckin' question.

Guess it was for Mom. You know.

"You'll get a job at Arasaka, climb the corpo ladder."

Was kinda her dream, all that 'Saka stuff. Our dream, I guess.

Or whatever.

-It's not your dream, though, is it? -My dream?

Well, yeah. You, your mom, you're different people.

Why should you work to achieve her dream?

Actually, there's nothing wrong with that.

You need to find your own dream.

Sounds to me like you already found yours.

Is that a joke, or what?

You called it a prison camp.

To me, this city is a whole lot worse.

This place?

I wanna go away. Far as possible.

-Come on. Got something to show ya. -Huh?

Whoa! Check out this resolution!

I can feel the fucking sun.

That's through your personal link.

It's what allows you to feel the heat of the sun.

Of course, you'd be fried crispy if I gave you the actual temp.

I made sure to lower the settings, mellow out the experience.

Dial it back up?

No way! This is totally preem!

You look ridiculous!

-Nova, huh? -Fucking awesome!

Isn't it?

Over here.

Hm?

First time I've shown anyone this.

Oh, really?

Uh, so, like, why me?

Dunno. Guess it just felt right.

Got this feeling.

Think you and I'd make a pretty good team.

I think so too.

You fell over the edge, punk.

Huh?

Tough deal, bud. That implant you chipped is all mine.

I'm taking it back now.

Uh…