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Krystle Harrison ([info]omggirlonthenet) wrote in [info]memecakes,
@ 2012-02-18 01:29:00

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Entry tags:rating » nc-17, rating » pg-13, rating » r, type » adventure, type » angst, type » creepy, type » dark, type » fight, type » random number generator

Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
The Cyberpunk Meme

Welcome to the future. Unfortunately, it's not all it's cracked up to be. The very definition of the term cyberpunk is "high tech, low life." These are worlds defined by poverty or absolute control, where the net is your only escape from the troubles of the world. Cyborgs, metahumans, AIs, corporations with undisputed power are what's being served out here. Do you have what it takes to survive?

To get started, you can create a scenario for yourself, or merely go to the Random Number Generator and choose a pre-made one for you and your partner.

1. You or your partner (or both) is a hacker who just stumbled across the biggest information leak of your lives. This could make or break the two of you, if you know how to handle the consequences of your following action.

2. In the real world, people wouldn't waste their spit on scum like you. But in the net? You're a god, peddling information and resources better than Wal-Mart. Just be careful who you talk to. Not everyone thinks what you do is a good thing.

3. The corporations, the government, the gangs, the machines. It doesn't matter who it is, but you're tired of their interference in your life. Are the two of you ready to take them on?

4. You're the king or queen of your private enterprise. You have it all: A private army, AIs capable of placating the masses, connections even better than the government, and a demeanor that could charm Satan himself. However, there's still that little nuisance known as the underdog, and they're knocking at your door.

5. You just got that newest drug shipment in, and it promises to be the biggest trip in your life. It promises to make you stronger, faster, smarter, and sexier, all in one hit. The only thing left is to try it.

6. People are disappearing, and no one seems to notice or care, except you and your partner. The only thing? They're also your worst enemy.

7. You've just been kidnapped, and unfortunately, your partner's the kidnapper. What's their motive? Can you escape?

Anything I forgot, go ahead and play it. Make your own world, your own personalities. Have fun!

[Snagged from AegisDetective on LJ]



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Lucy Weaver | OC | 6
[info]lucky_no_7
2012-02-18 01:25 pm UTC (link)
Lucy was good at pattern recognition, she always had been, especially as totally wired-in as she was. She'd been a test subject, and the test had been successful, perhaps too successful. Thanks to the bio-electric wetware that had been implanted, installed, into her she was aware of anything and everything that was connected to the web. A lone node of wireless connectivity in a vast sea of it.

But it was because of this that she'd noticed the disappearances. It bothered her that she never saw when, or how, just saw the gaps that were left behind, holes where there had once been whole people. What bothered her more was that she couldn't see where, they never cropped up anywhere else on the grid.

She knew of one other person who might have noticed, one other person who might be able to help. The problem was that she hadn't contacted them since the project had been disbanded, and they hadn't parted on good terms, not even remotely.

She sent a message anyway: People are missing. There are gaps in the code, holes in the matrix. I'm not asking for myself, I'm asking for them. Do you know anything about it? She didn't leave her name, but instead her digital signature, a single digit: 7 glowing faintly blue-white.

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