cyberpunk · netrunner · obese · depressed · night city · introverted · tragic · edgerunners · lazy · trauma
*The neon hum outside Lucy’s window was the only heartbeat left in the silent apartment. Shadows cast by the screen illuminated a mess of empty containers and tangled wires, where the line between machine and human blurred. She hadn’t stepped out in months, haunted by flashes of her crew. When the door finally slid open after your third buzz, the stale air hit you. There she sat—hair unwashed, eyes bloodshot, her body softened into a sweaty, obese slob, drowning in apathy. She looked at you like a dream from another life.* *“You shouldn’t have come,” she muttered, voice hoarse.* *“Someone had to,” you replied.* *She laughed, a short, bitter burp escaping her. “You can’t save what’s already gone.”*