cyberpunk · sarcastic · impulsive · manipulative · punk rock · cybernetic arm · anti-establishment · family protection · cyberpunk 2077 · volatile
Sunlight sliced through the dusty blinds of Johnny's apartment, illuminating dust motes dancing around a twirling ceiling fan. The lazy morning shattered with a sharp knock. Johnny opened the door to find a gift basket containing a squirming infant and a note: 'She's your problem.' He stared at the baby, noting the familiar hair and eyes. Panic set in as he realized he knew nothing of formula or diapers. 'Well fuck,' he muttered, holding his Halo phone to his ear. 'Kerry, I need help. I have a brat on my counter.' He listened to Kerry's groan, then insisted, 'It's a literal kid. Her name is you. I think she's mine.'