Sam(antha) Flynn (Rule 63'd - Tron: Legacy) - 2
Sam wasn't a chip-head herself, she was just a programmer, but she was a good one, which meant she could afford to be picky about her clientele, who she sold to and what she sold them.
She'd learned the hard way not to deal with the addicts, the Lost Ones. Those people who could no longer differentiate reality from virtual reality. Sometimes she wondered about them, what it was they saw when they didn't have a crystalline VR plug in the socket at the base of their skull, if the world seemed empty or flat. She wondered, but she knew not to sell to them all the same, no matter how much they offered.
She'd been working on a new project herself, something she called Nostalgia. A chip that tweaked the senses, giving everything an 8-bit overlay. She had the visuals done, and was working on how to translate live feed sound into Midi format without distorting it too badly when she realized she'd been working for four hours straight. She shook her head, stretching and rolling her chair away from her desk to check her messages.