Writing bespoke code for the purposes of targeting specific networks, or ‘slow hacking’ for short, was a distinctly different challenge to creating quickhacks. For one, the programmer didn’t have to strive towards the goal of universal compatibility.
The lack of such a trade-off came with plenty of benefits. An increase in install speed as the root kit gained access to the system was one such benefit. A virus that could unpack itself within seconds, erase all traces of itself, and...
2025-09-21 14:44:15 +0000 UTC
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There were a bunch of suits inside I didn’t know.
Two immediately drew attention. A man and a woman I didn’t know, arguing, from opposite sides of an obsidian table.
The woman had jet-black hair tied back in a severe knot, and eyes like chips of ice. The man, lean, broad-shouldered and of a similar age with the woman, wore a gunmetal-gray suit and had stoic, classically American features.
“I will not,” the woman hissed, “hand point over to you, Jenkins. No...
2025-09-13 15:12:40 +0000 UTC
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David: Come on out, man.
Jin: You fucking kidding me? I’m in the middle of a speech, here!
David: Trust. Once you come out here, you’re gonna wanna kiss me.
Jin: …in the mouth?
David: Tongue.
Jin: Motherfucker. Alright.
Just like that, I had gotten Jin to meet me in the hallway of his mansion, halfway to the media room. I carried with me a bag of BDs, and he honed in on that bag like a hawk.
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2025-09-10 10:52:42 +0000 UTC
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Varian was no stranger to death.
He’d seen it with his own eyes more times than he could count. He’d signed off on his own fair share of kill orders, too. That sort of thing was unavoidable if you wanted a future in Militech’s special operations.
Especially in territory as contested as Night City.
This… hellhole was the new frontline of North America. Potentially the front line of the fifth corporate war. This was no place for the faint of heart.
When ...
2025-09-08 19:19:41 +0000 UTC
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“Right this way,” Jin said as he headed towards a set of stairs that would take us up to a mezzanine floor overlooking the wider living room area where everyone else already were. Varian followed, and so did his boys. Jin stopped, turned around to look at Varian, and shook his head.
“Tell your backup dancers to wait downstairs,” Jin said. “That’s the VIP floor. You should know that by now.”
Varian scoffed. “What about your huscle?”
“David has… ...
2025-09-07 17:32:07 +0000 UTC
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Edit Tl;Dr: changed up the Varian section. No car-crash.
I got washed up in the bathroom of a diner on the way home, but decided to change out of my super-expensive corpo suit and back into my Arasaka uniform sans blazer before heading home.
The sun was shining sharply, and my head felt light. Symptoms of sleep deprivation. I knew those, well.
I recalled a time, back when Nanny still tried to kill me every night, where I’d challenge myself to stay...
2025-09-03 22:38:29 +0000 UTC
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There was an actual limit to how much money you could spend on a good suit at a moment’s notice. The priciest threads in Jinguji—which I now had access to apparently, thanks to my continued and enthusiastic patronage (that’s how you fucking do it, Rayfield) were only two hundred thousand. For anything above a million, you had to put in a special order for special materials and skilled tailors (their transport and living costs were apparently also baked into the price, mind-bogg...
2025-09-02 21:29:11 +0000 UTC
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Augustus Gonzalez sat up straight in his hospital bed as his favorite sicario, El Chupacabra, walked into the room with a rolled up screamsheet.
The deceptively smooth-faced, suit-wearing psychopath did not greet him. He just threw the sheet at Augustus’ bedridden form without a word. It landed unfurled on his stomach.
“I hope the doctors gave you some good news like it being possible to salvage your nuts or something—” It wasn’t, actually, thank y...
2025-09-01 21:48:28 +0000 UTC
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Edit: New Rogue section at the end
Making this gig into a game had been a good call on Nanny’s end.
It helped keep me engaged. Helped stop me from hesitating or taking a moment to wonder just how worth it all this was. Whether or not I was in the wrong for taking these lives, for spending them for my cause, a cause that I foresaw would help way more than the measly eight hundred security personnel that worked here.
It was easier to not think about...
2025-08-31 18:15:02 +0000 UTC
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I was already on the road out of Night City, headed south to the border, minutes after touching base with Maine and the others.
“What? Tijuana?!” Maine roared in shock.
“Lots of shit went down there, last time I went,” I said. “The cartel was breathing down my neck after I slaughtered the gang that kept fucking with my family. They gave me an ultimatum. Do a gig for free or die. I went for the third option—hack them and get Militech to take them out for me...
2025-08-14 08:54:21 +0000 UTC
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While my back was against the floor of her living room, Lucy stood on my upraised feet, trying to balance on them while I’d subtly shift her footing. She was doing an admirable job keeping on. “That’s you on a pair of roller-skates in the badlands. And this would be you, driving a Caliburn at five hundred klicks an hour through the—“
“No!” Lucy laughed.
“The Nightmare Rally!”
Then I started wiggling my feet. She performed a most hilarious ...
2025-08-07 19:59:15 +0000 UTC
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Lucy gave me a call right after.
Lunacy: Where even are you? I heard some crazy shit went down in the city. MaxTac’s all over Arroyo.
D: Huh? Still?
No, that couldn’t be right. Besides, why did they care about some dead scavs in Bumfuck, Arroyo?
Lunacy: Still? David, what the fuck happened?
D: Rattled some cages. Let off some steam.
Lunacy: From yesterday? How are you feeling?
D: …Better, honestly. Kinda needed this.
Luna...
2025-08-07 00:55:48 +0000 UTC
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A/N: The tl;dr for what is new is at th
2025-08-07 00:39:57 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 59 — In-Person Team Meeting
Twenty-seven and a half million Eurodollars was not a sum that could be taken lightly by the vast majority of the human population. Not even Fei-Fei, whose own family’s company raked in enough money to dwarf that sum, in their hey-day at least.
Now, while her family faced the imminent bankruptcy of their company, they prepared to shore up their assets and live the rest of their lives comfortably somewhere...
2025-07-31 20:15:25 +0000 UTC
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I drove away from North Oak at speeds that far exceeded the traffic limit. I was unused to riding around the highway with a full-on car at full speeds, but it was unavoidable in this case. The trunk of my car had all of my guns. I had planned to eject its contents on the final stretch of the race.
It wasn’t my usual loadout—none of my usual tech arms were there, like the Burya or the Achilles. Instead, I had just stuffed my trunk full of automatic and subautomatic rifles, a...
2025-07-29 13:41:13 +0000 UTC
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“So!” Jin said. “You ever hear about this vassal thing ‘Saka’s got going?”
What? What was he on about now? “Uh, yeah. Think Allister explained the concept to me some months ago. Slave corpos.”
Jin barked out a laugh. “That’s what you think? Nah, man. Think of it like… a company within a company. The vassal helps ensure the miniature company’s success, and in return, they get protection and backing, essentially becoming household members of their…” he he...
2025-07-26 18:10:31 +0000 UTC
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Lucy exhaled a thin line of smoke and stubbed her cigarette out on the ashtray balanced on the edge of the cluttered coffee table ahead. Then, she lit another.
On-screen, the television’s livestream had cut to the track staging area behind the casino—lit up in twenty different shades of garish neon like some night rave’s dancing pit. Irritating, but ultimately, ignorable.
The casino’s back entrance opened onto a broad sloped platform jammed with Caliburn hypercars...
2025-07-26 16:52:01 +0000 UTC
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The Critical Progress was getting too
2025-07-24 19:59:45 +0000 UTC
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Judy Alvarez slammed her glass down on the counter with a groan. She didn’t know why she was feeling so down. She just was.
It was one of those days. She could point to nothing specific on why today had to be this day. It just happened sometimes. Sometimes, the reality of… living would pounce on her when she least expected it, turning her into a chewtoy as that rabid beast dragged her around, making her remember her… feelings. Feelings ...
2025-07-24 19:58:44 +0000 UTC
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“So! You do much racing?”
I narrowed my eyes and gave him a sideways glance as we stepped out of the velvet-lined lounge and into a quieter hallway, the carpet soft underfoot and patterned like coiling snakes. We were on our way to get our cars, now. The races were beginning in about an hour, and there was a bunch of prep-work that the establishment needed from us. Like enforcing the disabling of our weapons systems and lobotomizing whatever self-driving programs we had on hand. The...
2025-07-07 15:38:56 +0000 UTC
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On my lowest, darkest days being ground underneath the bootheel of Katsuo or the uncaring administration of Arasaka Academy, or experiencing the darker realities of growing up in Arroyo, I would entertain a fantasy or two about one day owning a mansion in North Oak and riding into the subdistrict on my very own Rayfield Caliburn wearing an outfit worth a hundred grand.
Thing was, I’d always be pushing forty in those dreams, with decades ...
2025-05-14 23:13:54 +0000 UTC
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A/N: Decided to take a different angle--instead of the Biotechnica job, the story will focus on the race and corpo stuff for now.
I'm about 36% finished with the new chapter 52 that follows this chapter (that one starts at the day of the race). I reckon that it will take at least 2 chapters for the race arc to be done, but it might be 3 depending on what else I come up with and want to fit into the story.
Now onto the story :)
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I woke up, still insi...
2025-05-08 18:30:41 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 52 – Vendetta
[We must consider the existence of Dead Man’s Switches,] Nanny said, leaning her back against the mirror wall inside the elevator. [Killing them would be nice and easy, but preferably, we should get a run of their system before getting rid of them.]
D: That’s gonna be a pain. But yeah, makes sense.
I knew that on the level I was headed towards, the Netrunning room was two turns away through a hallway, leading to a blast proof door that M1 access c...
2025-05-02 16:44:06 +0000 UTC
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Nanny knocked me unconscious after I finished taking in all the metals—and finished the thermos of vinegar.
When I came to once more, I was inside my car, the outside of it surrounded by people wearing digital masks, carrying bats, crowbars, and guns.
From the link I had with the car’s system—connected to my cyberdeck—I could sense an outside breach progressing glacially. The guys outside were trying to pop open the car. They were hours away from that, still. The Ca...
2025-05-02 16:42:46 +0000 UTC
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Lucy chased away her hangover with a straight shot of vodka down her gullet from the bottle she had brought with her to Aldo’s warehouse. Hauling ass all the way to Rancho at twelve noon on a goddamned Sunday…
Why do I even put up with that gonk.
Said gonk in question was busy ripping drifts that filled the air with the smell of burned rubber, inside a pitch black hypercar that she was sure he hadn’t owned the day before. Say what you will about David, he w...
2025-05-02 16:41:28 +0000 UTC
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After a day of binge drinking in which nothing productive occurred at all except that we managed to conjure even more housing options out of thin air—inspired to live closer to Rancho because the Beef Suqaar turned out to taste fucking fantastic—I had a fitful sleep that Nanny could only barely salvage.
Thankfully, her assistance was enough to at least get me out of bed to start my day.
First, I got my trip to Tijuana squared away—holding a seminar to the GSS family me...
2025-04-11 21:53:37 +0000 UTC
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The virtu’s one saving grace, in Judy’s opinion, was its brevity.
All told, including the Sandevistan bullet time, the gig took two minutes and fifteen seconds. That was, two minutes and fifteen seconds spent playing tango with the Strom while they emptied an entire clip at you, only to drag them around with one hand, using them as a shield to deflect a hail of bullets while fearlessly thrusting and slashing with a sword.
That was only the fucking st...
2025-04-10 10:48:11 +0000 UTC
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Lucy groaned as she got off my bike while I turned it off, holding her hand up to shade her face from the sun. It was only eight in the morning, so the weather was practically chilly for NC standards, but it’d only get hotter from here on out.
I had pulled up in front of Falco, Pilar and Becca, who were leaning up against a shinied up chrome and white quadra, several twelve-packs worth of beers stuck inside an ice box that sat against the car, protected by the shade it cast. ...
2025-03-27 16:44:26 +0000 UTC
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It took about an hour and a half to get all the blood washed out of my clothes at some random laundromat in Watson—while wearing a different outfit that I had bought. Once that was over, I gave those threads to some homeless guy who looked to be my size or less and took off to Dorio’s favorite gym.
I parked in front of the building and entered, a guitar-case filled with all my weapons in hand. Felt it’d be easier to just drag ‘em w...
2025-03-20 19:36:50 +0000 UTC
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The moment I was clear of the Med Center, on my way to Kabuki to get to Japantown, I called Reyes.
D: Sorry, Capitan, I was kind of busy. What’s up?
El Capitan: You free to talk now?
D: Yes, I am. Anything I can do for you?
El Capitan: You tell me, kid. You ain’t ring me for a gig for a while. You laying low?
I furrowed my eyebrows at that. What was he getting at?
D: Not really. Just got caug...
2025-03-06 14:28:03 +0000 UTC
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