"All they want is to milk my credit card anyway..."[/I]
But this morning, your cat was so happy to see you, that he jumped on your belly... at least he tried.
Your reflex boosted to the max intercepted the cat and cut it in half with the rippers implanted in your hand, it was so quick you didn't even perceveid it
"Sh...shit! what was that?" is what you would say, after seeing your cat jumping at you and exploding in air just in front of you.
Implants works on automated signals, so if you don't learn how to master them... it's them who masters you.
Then in the street, you feel all those wire inside you, sneaking in your flesh like a thousand hungry worms, all those humans... possible threat.... didn't you see those guys in the news? maybe they're among them...
Then the wires starts to intercept your fear, your boosted reflexes fills your with adrenaline, you start to sweat.
"Fuck, what is happening?"
An homeless guys comes to you "please, some money, to eat, please"
He tries to grab your arm, but your reflexes broked his arm before you could realize he was laying down.
You don't notice, you keep walking.
You got to the office, boring job.
Your boss calls you, start to scream on you. "You're the lazyest asshole i never fired!"
You leave the room, feeling the wire streched, ready to move, your body is overwelmed by thousand of informations that you can't even understand, your life is so shitty, your wife left you, your cat exploded, and now those cyber-crap are driving you crazy.
That's when one of your co-worker, you know, the asshole no-one likes, throw you a paper-ball "Good luck in your next job" as he laugh.
It's too late, the rage makes you abandon all control, and the implants works for you, your hand grab the paperball, the 9mn mounted in your other arm start to shoot that bastard, secretary screams in horror as you beat the security guy to death with a chair, crushing his skull with your cyber-arms.
But you start to like it, feeling this power runing in your wires.
You show everyone who's the boss here, it's you, and nothing else.
Then the psychosquad comes, you got two solution, die like a boss, or got to the psychiatrist.... who'll milk that fucking credit card that your stupid fucking wife milked before him.
FUCK THAT!
That's how the cyberpsychosis is going.
I took an over the top example, but i find i quite fiting how a nobody can become a killing machine.
Mostly in a frustrating and violent world as in cyberpunk.
Your only solution against it is to learn to use it with a professional cyber-psychiatrist.