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You approach the place Vivian calls home. You can tell which apartment is hers because it's the one with all the fucking neon lights blaring out the window. You feel a slight discharge of oxygen supplement release from your lung support cybernetic. It's the only piece of metal you've got in you, to replace the chunk of lung another piece of metal tore out. Thank god they didn't have to put you on chrome. A lot of peoples' bodies can't handle excessive cybernetics so they have to take a drug called chrome to balance it out. That stuff can rot your brain after a while and can turn you into some kind of cyberpsycho. You wish you could say you've never seen a guy with muscles bigger than your head and literal chainsaw arms running down the street cleaving everyone and everything into bits. You wish. Took half a dozen cops armed with EMPs and anti-armor railguns just to put a dent in him.
Vivian pokes her head out the window and signals for you to come upstairs. Once you get up there you remember why you try to avoid it. Her apartment has nothing in it but a couch, a few posters, and piles of hardware. You're not completely sure where she sleeps, if she even does. She certainly sticks out in a crowd with her strange purple hair and her neon cybergoggles. You decide it's time to get to business.
Vivian asks in a slightly patronizing tone, “What can I do for you, old buddy?” You tell her to cut the crap and inform you why you suddenly have an illegal program on your phone with your name written all over it. “Oh, that old thing? I wouldn't worry about that. I knocked all the bugs out in the last version. Some poor fool got nabbed using the thing, but these kinds of sacrifices must be made in the name of science, no?” Her condescending, holier-than-thou sort of attitude always did get on your nerves. “But that isn't really why you're here now, is it? You need a favor that only someone with my expertise can provide. What is it, did you finally grow some balls and decide to go for the big leagues, like a virtual bank robbery? Or maybe you wanted something more mundane, like dirt on an old ex-lover?” You tell her it's nothing like that, you just need an untraceable file transfer. “How mundane of you, but I guess that is to be expected from someone so straight-and-narrow as yourself. What kind of files are we talking here?”
You illustrate to her the nature of the issue. You need to get some police case files without getting caught. If anyone traces the connection, then not just you but your informant could die as well. “Tricky, tricky...Just kidding, it's simple as hell. However, there is the matter of my payment. What do you have to offer such a brilliant specimen as myself?”
>Yeah, pixels are more difficult than people seem to think. Whereas with a sketch, you can mask mistakes with additional detail. However, if one pixel is incorrect then the entire piece looks off. It's quite the balance to strike, but it has a certain purity to it!
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