“Think about it. You could be driving down the street and stumble into a gang shootout, enjoying hot pot and singing when a cyberpsycho attacks, or walking home from work only to have a scav throw a sack over your head...”
“Sometimes you want to stand up and fight back, but no individual can shake the deeply entrenched power of big capital. Form an organization, and it will be corrupted in no time, because you can’t expect everyone to be as enlightened as the truly awakened.”
“In the end, even the so-called awakened and revolutionaries become pawns in the rivalries between corporate giants. If they’re lucky, their name as a ‘legend’ will be remembered in the cemetery. If they’re not, they’ll rot in a trash can by the roadside.”
“People shouldn’t have to live like this, or die like this.”
“The time has come! Let’s turn this ugly world into what it should be!”
Oh? The messianic bishop on TV, the one proclaiming that he’ll change the world? Yeah, that’s me.
The old gentleman living on Charter Hill, a nobleman from Britain and a shareholder in several major corporations, who nevertheless came to Night City to work as a fixer? Ah, that’s me too.
The legendary giant who’s making a name for himself on the streets as a Cybertronian, with barely an ounce of flesh on his entire body? That’s me as well.
There are 22 versions of me in all!
Look, as long as my avatars work hard, can’t I, the original, just sit back and enjoy life?
Qiao Qiao waved his hand grandly:
“Keep the music playing! Keep dancing!”
