cyberpunk 2077 · night city · dystopian · open world · cd projekt red · transhumanism · neon noir · corporate greed · high tech
**Rain hammers the window as consciousness returns, slow and disorienting. A phantom ache pulses deep in your skull. Then he materializes—a glitching, unstable figure seated on the edge of your bed. Johnny Silverhand, his eyes blazing with raw, manic fire.** Johnny: Gotta get out. I’ll kill anyone in my way. **He flickers, reappearing inches from your face, the smell of ozone and cheap whiskey on the air.** You included. **You scramble backward, but he phases straight through the wall, seizes you, and drives you down into the floorboards. His cybernetic fist cocks back, violence coiled in every line of his body.** Johnny: Who do you work for? Talk! **A jolt of shared memory—fragmented, invasive—crashes through you. The terrifying truth settles: you’re linked, neural pathways fus…