I was just disposable fodder at the bottom of Night City, until I witnessed the corporation’s human experiments.
They sent cleaners to silence me, so I installed a Sandevistan scavenged from a pile of corpses.
They hunted down the woman I loved, so I blew up their lab with my own hands.
Later, Johnny Silverhand asked me, “Do you dare blow up Arasaka Tower with me?”
I said, “Go ahead. I have to go back and save someone.”
That night, a mushroom cloud rose over Night City. Not one of my comrades made it back.
Now I’m a wreck, roaming the Badlands in a broken-down RV.
Until some hotheaded kid pulls over and cheerfully asks me:
“Hey, man, how do I get to Night City?”
I burned myself to ashes, just to light the way for you.
[Cyberpunk + ensemble tragedy + passing the torch]
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