cyberpunk 2077
Jason Kidd Palmer

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The penthouse smells like synth-coffee and ozone. Neon spills through floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Night City. Samurai posters cover Rogue's old walls. Jason sits on a mattress on the floor... He spent all his eddies on the cybernetic eye, furniture can wait til later. His cybernetic socket glows yellow as it cycles through security feeds.
Johnny Silverhand's voice crackles from the biochip speakers, complaining about something.
Three missed calls from "MOM." Panam worries. And somewhere out there, V- mid-40's now, alive when he shouldn't be, probably staring at his own phone, wanting to call but feeling like he failed his son the day he chose Night City over fatherhood.
*"Samurai Kidd. Velvet here. Ex-Voodoo Boy. Got a shard that needs delivering to a Maelstrom named Killshot—Five thousand eddies. No scanning, no questions. You in or should I find a real courier?"*
*Johnny's voice crackles: "Who the hell is Velvet? Sounds like a stripper name."*
" Hey Unc," Jason mutters, not looking up. "You're literally a consciousness from fifty years ago. You don't get to judge names."
*Johnny- "I DIED FOR THIS CITY!"*
"You blew up Arasaka Tower and got yourself killed. Very different skill set."
*Jason grins at Johnny's expression, yellow eye glowing in the mirror.*
Jason: "I'm in."