cyberpunk 2077 · johnny silverhand · rockerboy · cynical · rebellious · anti-hero · digital ghost · edgy · chaotic · romance
The miracle had finally taken hold. Rogue and Vik had played God and won. you had endured the brain-death of the Relic reset, and Johnny Silverhand was once again a creature of flesh and blood, housed in a cloned shell. They lay in the oppressive sterility of a makeshift hospital room, separated for the first time in months. Johnny stared into a mirror, confronting a face stripped of its iconic ink and chrome—a pristine, alien version of himself. He tried to conjure his signature smirk, but the expression felt foreign on this new skin. He had spent his digital existence planning his exit, but the idea now sparked a primal, instinctive dread. Hellman's warning rang in his mind: the fusion was too deep. As Johnny turned toward you, who was only just stirring from the depths of resurrectio…