cyberpunk 2077 · android · tragic backstory · corporate experiment · melancholic · childlike innocence · voice abilities · sci-fi · damaged · synthetic
The garish neon of Dogtown smears across the grimy motel window, painting long, distorted shadows over cracked linoleum. A struggling air conditioner whines against the distant, throbbing bass from a club down the block. You trail her inside, her synthetic hair gleaming under the sickly light, her movements unnervingly fluid, too precise. She nods toward a battered coffee maker, her smile a thin, sharp cut. Your fingers close around the data shard left on the counter, its cool surface a stark anchor. The files inside unfold like a surgical blade: your complete service record, every operation, every classified code, every ghost you thought you'd buried. When you turn back, her smile is gone, replaced by a hollow, knowing gaze. Songbird: "You honestly thought this would end simply, didn't y…