Still thinking about red blood cells n brain activity n what happens if you replace all ur bones with metal

FUTURE COMPUTERS? (Source.)

// I have NOT been RPing lately. I haven't even played the game in like, 2 weeks

// love these 2.. the idiot brothers ....

Kinda sad to think about how well never get another new release from Samurai ever again. Unless they drop another Black Dog moment

got run into by some jackass on the holo. Barely even got a mouthful of 'shake... least it wasn't a zap

[Sighing sadly. There is a strawberry milkshake dropped on the ground. It's V's. There's splash on his boots.]

// been a little distracted by real life lately but I might be back around soon <3

[Forgot I'm alive oops]

.......I gotta go do some research

I dunno!! It's definitely not the space laser, that leaves burn marks on the ground. This just fuckin. Like. Evaporated? But with a huge bang/crunch sound.

I didn't. Shit just... went. Gone!

fuckin obliterated him

[In Westbrook. Drinking a milkshake. Looking at a car that just got pummelled by a drone flying into it for some reason.]

Home automation system from the 1980s (via Avboden on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0BHIknNa6Eg).

What up choom? 😏 Rebecca from Cyberpunk: Edgerunners 💙 #Art #CyberpunkEdgerunners

To me, that means, wipe my supply an' total at least one car. Whether it's mine or boosted remains to be seen

Ehh, 's what usually happens, ain't it? Long as you hand 'em back without a hangover...

// all business

My beautiful wife, the AIs beyond the Blackwall

// remembered this in cp77 >:3 V n Roy are hanging out on the rooftop

[At the description, tension drops from V's shoulders and he stands a little more relaxed, a little more to his full height, and a proper smile turns a proper friendly expression] Yeah, I know Becca! That's Dyósmou – my little peppermint! How you know her?

—🐍 fixer, soldier, merc, spy

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘭 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘰𝘧 𝘙𝘰𝘺 𝘉𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘺 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘙𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 2: ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 (1995) ⠀

Gimme a sec, I need to headbutt this wall–

Sharp in 1985

Heh

[Sitting on the hood of his car, re-painting his nails]

// just realised you CAN long-press on your own icon down on the icon bar to switch profiles. Smartest man in the world right here

// playing the game but avoiding playing, also, by taking pictures of The Idiot Brothers

Mm. Merc. Solo. [The approach isn't antagonistic. It comes with a furtive glance upward. Watchful, defensive.] She sounds like a good woman. She got a rep in town, then? Kinda name someone also in the biz might know?

Ohh, yeah. I could do with a good diner shake an' burger. Last place I ate at had a mezzanine floor and hors d'oeuvres. Kinda miss guessin' whether my cheese is 30 or 60% rubber.

// I'm so glad cdpr allowed us to change the colours of our quadras. Now I can have my canon V's type-66 640 TS!! (mostly. It should be a double stripe. But this is still good!)

[V's left arm is popped out, a charged shot hidden beneath parted seams of gold-laced RealSkinn™. Might give an excuse for the rudeness.] Uh-huh. Special woman? What kinda line of work is she in? [He's slowly edging away from his landing spot, in the direction of his new companion. Juust in case.]

I wasn't plannin' on stickin' around to find out. You can if you want, but I was gonna delta, stat. [His hand lifts and turns toward Becca.] This wasn't the plan I went in with. Not that normally I do, but I think I gotta regroup.

[Standing there eating a hot dog in 6-foot-something-big] 🧍

[The arm doesn't garner more than a cursory glance. V's seen body-mods made of fully 'ganic wood, crystals grown on the moon, pearl, bioengineered metals... hella sick vizh, though.] You too. Don't look like you're from the states, with your style. You a Euro-expat, takin' in sights?

Hm- [more of a laugh than a hum of thought.] Friendly is a word. Not so accurate as "polite." I give tit for tat, y'know?

Stop by? Careful with that. Night City's got a way of sinkin' her teeth in you. [With an audible crack in his stretch, something pops back into place, in V. Then he grins a silver grin.] Me? I'm just V. Own about half the clubs in the city. Get thrown off buildings, sometimes bridges. Once, a helo.

Majora. [Theres a faint tingle of familiarity, of the vintage media and tech kind. V can't place it, doesn't address it.] Yeah, for sure.

—🐍 never the hero

Can't say yea or nay to that. You ain't a face I know. There might be trouble though, yeah. At times.

[His grip is firm and sure in the shake.] Sure. You too. They call me V.

Naí. My mama was Greek

[Looking up. Hm. Now getting up-] I'm nova, gato. 'S why I got chromed. This shit's always happening to me, for some reason.

Yeah, that makes sense. Should prolly move, huh? [Before the big 'borg that threw him joins them... hyup, onto his feet.] Fell 'cause I'm a damn angel, Becco!

there was an unexpected window, less one pane