Story Lyberfunk, a Cyberpunk 2077 story

Author: moosemousse
Fandom: Cyberpunk 2077
Genre: Adventure, Action, Sci-Fi
Summary: This is a diary kept by V as she going on adventures and does stuff.
Notes: This is going to contain spoilers for the Cyberpunk 2077 video game. I will try to keep spoilers to a minimum, but there will still be spoilers. If you don't want any spoilers I would advise against reading this.

 

Dear Diary,

Today my employment was terminated, and given that I work for Arasaka it could easily have been more than my employment that was terminated. They did take everything from me though, and I mean everything. My apartment and everything in it was seized. My bank account was seized. They even disabled all my implants.

I think I'm getting ahead of myself here. I think I should explain a few things, and then explain how I lost my job.

My name is V. I grew up corpo, my parents were corpo, and their parents were corpo. I started low down with Arasaka and ended up being a counter-intelligence operative agent. All the doesn't matter, and you know you're going to have a bad day when it starts with throwing up at work. I was in on the meeting where my boss messed up, big time, and to fix it he thinks it's a great idea for me to kill his boss in the most untraceable way possible. Corpo life is like that. Someone figuratively stabs you in the back a few too many times and they'll end up literally stabbing you in the back.

Things never got that far. While waiting to meet a contact at a bar, I bumped into a friend. We were talking when the suits showed to dismiss me effective immediately. Truth be told, if Jackie hadn't been there I'm not sure how I would have coped. When the implants keeping your body in check are suddenly not doing that, well, it was bad.

Still, Jackie was there to help me through it, and he reminded me that I had been given a large stack of eddies to pay for the hit job on my boss' boss. Time to see what the life of a merc is all about. It can't be more cut-throat than the life of a corpo, surely? Before that, I think I need to take a few days to readjust, settle down, and let my body get used to things.

Yours,
V

 

Notes: This entry contains spoilers for the first mission after completing the different life paths.

Dear Diary,

I'm wishing I had a bath. Showers are great but when you just want to soak in some really hot water you need a bath. What I saw today definitely left me wanting to soak in some really hot water. I know people can be cut throat, but that was just figuratively, until today.

After a few months of small jobs, we were contacted by a client with a missing person case. The trail led us to an apartment block that had seen better days. A short ride in the elevator took us to the right floor and we made our way to the right apartment. On the way, a woman opened her door to see what was going on. I motioned her to go back inside as I didn't know how things would go. I didn't want anyone to be around if things went loud.

As it turned out, it went very quietly. A quick door hack and some light footwork and we were inside. Someone was hanging from the ceiling with various missing bits. A woman lay on a medical bed without her eyes and, from the looks of things, several internal organs. I doubted we'd find the missing person alive, and that doubt only deepened as we found more dead bodies in different states of dismemberment.

Jackie was easy to work with, and together we neutralised everyone in the flat. I picked up everything that might be useful, and picked pockets clean, as we went. It just seemed like the right thing to do, even if I kept Jackie waiting for me a bit.

After that, all that remained was the bathroom. Inside was a large bath, and it was full of ice. Floating in the ice was a male and a female. A quick check told me that the male was dead, and with the ice it was hard to say for how long. The woman, on the other hand, was the missing person and she was barely alive. From the information I was given, I found out she had premium health insurance, and it was the kind that automatically alerted the trauma teams for assistance immediately if something happened. That she was here in the bathtub of ice meant something was blocking that, which meant connecting my hardware to hers.

It was an easy fix, but it left me feeling somewhat odd. I felt good though, as I carried her out to the balcony to wait for the trauma team. Any later and she'd be dead. I didn't care that the trauma team were somewhat rude. I was just glad at the job well done.

Still, I was getting tired so Jackie drove me home. I had to make do with soaking under a hot shower, but I felt better after it. And on that note, I think it's time to sleep.

I hope I don't dream.

Yours,
V

 

Notes: no substantial spoilers this time, probably.

Dear Diary,

Today I woke up feeling . . buggy. Being sick is never fun, and when it's a problem with the software running your implants? That's even less fun. The diagnostic software kept throwing up a 'system malfunction' message. Combined with the headache and nausea, it was just bad times all round. Jackie called with news of a job though, which was good. A high up Fixer called Dexter DeShawn wanted us to do something for him. This was not big, this was huge! Maybe even bigger than huge!

After Jackie filled me in on the details, he drove me to a Ripperdoc called Viktor. He's who I usually go to, but it seems weird to not describe who he is. Writing a diary seems like I'm talking to someone, so it makes sense to introduce people. Turned out Jackie wanted to talk to Misty, proprietor of Misty's Esoterica. She seemed nice enough but I had to see Viktor and I don't really know her that well. Jackie stayed behind to chat with her for a bit, so I went through the shop and out the back on my own.

Once outside, my eyes beheld a wondrous sight! It was a thing of beauty! It was magnificent in every way!

It was a cat!

It had been too long since I last saw a cat, but I knew not to just walk up to it. You need to earn the trust of a cat before you can get closer. So, I squatted down and held out my hand, making kissy noises as I inched it closer. At first it did nothing, and then it looked at me, and then continued to do nothing. If I had to guess, I think something had woken it up and it wasn't happy. When it didn't move away from me, I gently placed my hand upon it's head and gave it a few strokes.

From afar, it looked like it was completely hairless. Looking closer, and feeling it beneath my fingers, there's a definite velvet fuzziness to the cat. After a few moments, I felt calmer and a bit happier. As I pet the cat some more, another 'system malfunction' message popped up, and I shrugged a little. With a sigh, I gave the cat one last pet, and stood up. I still needed to see Viktor.

His clinic was underground, down some stairs. He was watching boxing on an old display but he seemed happy to see me. He was even more pleased when I told him I had a job from Dexter DeShawn. So pleased, in fact, that he gave me some high end upgrades. I didn't have the eddies for them but he shrugged it off and told me I could pay him back later. After the procedure, I ended up with some Kiroshi optics and a ballistic coprocessor, a hand mod that makes ricochets more likely to happen with certain weapons. No idea how that works, but the new eyes give enhanced vision. He even fixed the bug that was causing problems at the same time, giving me a clean bill of health.

Back on the street, I looked for the cat and, to my dismay, it had gone! I felt sad, almost disappointed, that it wasn't there any more. I was going to trudge back through Misty's Esoterica when, uh, the cat. It was still there, just two feet to the left. This time I was able to scritch it under its chin, which it seemed to like. The new hand mod might be good, but there's a lot less exposed skin. I had to swap to my left hand to pet the cat some more, but I'm right handed so I am able to type this.

Because of course I'm writing about how good it is to pet a cat while actually petting a cat. DeShawn can wait.

I'm going to stop writing though, because this cat needs two hands!

Yours,
V