Synopsis
A story titled "The Magician", set after the "Tower" ending.
In 2078, as the old world crumbles, the one person everyone wrote off is the one who will change everything. When a chain of accidental events drags him into a lethal game, Joe discovers that his enemies' prejudices are his greatest ally. In Night City, being "invisible" is a power. This is the story of how a man labeled as "disabled" uses his unique mechanics of motion and sheer will to defy a digital hell for the woman he loves.
Prologue
2077. Dogtown. Golden Pacific. A few days after the Space Force One crash.
Johnny: Look at this guy. You hear him? He’s damn good.
V: What, another street busker? Johnny, feeling sentimental again?
Johnny: Nah. Someone at that level’s got no business rotting in a place like this. Kerry oughta see him.
V: And you’re sure he wants saving?
Johnny: Then go ask him yourself.
Near the Heavy Hearts club, a guy in an active wheelchair is posted up on the street. A laptop next to him runs the backing track while he plays a headless guitar.
V: Hey.
Musician: If Sabo sent you — I’ve got papers for this spot. All legit. Taxes paid. And I only play my own stuff.
V: I’m not Barghest. V. I can get your music in front of someone in Night City. No strings attached.
Musician: …Fine. But keep it quick — you’re sticking out like a sore thumb. Not looking to get noticed. Name’s Joe.
V: V. Send it.
===== [Transmitting Files] =====
===== [Dialing Kerry Eurodyne] =====
===== [No Response] =====
===== [Dialing Lizzy Wizzy] =====
Lizzy: Hello, V.
V: Lizzy. Came across a talented musician. Think you could take a listen?
Lizzy: Not my lane. But I know people who might be interested. Send the demo. I’ll get back to you.
V: On its way.
After a while
===== [Incoming Call — Lizzy Wizzy] =====
Lizzy: It’s workable. Bring him in.
V: Place accessible? He’s in a wheelchair.
Lizzy: Elevator.
Joe: Damn, you’ve got some serious contacts. Not my scene, but hey — worth trying.
V: Kerry didn’t pick up.
Joe: Kerry Eurodyne? You’re kidding… you actually know him?
V: Yep. Even Us Cracks.
Joe: Alright, I’m in. Car’s close. You drive — gotta set something up.
V: You cleared to get outta Dogtown?
Joe: Yeah. Made a run to Heywood not long ago — needed fresh strings.
A Villefort Columbus sits in a nearby parking lot. An automatic ramp is built into the rear. Inside — immaculate. A personal mini-server, a netrunner’s chair, and a headless bass secured to a rack.
Joe: Wait. Plug into the port.
V: Doubt you’ll find anything.
Joe: Too late. Already did. Where the hell did you get off-grid tech like that?
Johnny: What the f**k are you doing, letting him poke around!?
V: What’s your problem?
Joe: Biochip. Engram on it. Heard rumors — but this build never hit production.
V: Konpeki Plaza ring a bell?
Johnny: You seriously that careless?
Joe: Yeah.
V: Me and a friend klepped it from Yorinobu. Job went sideways. I slotted the chip… got zeroed. Then it brought me back. Oh — and yeah, Johnny Silverhand’s on it.
Johnny: Great. Just broadcast it to every street rat, why don’t you.
Joe: Sounds like complete crap. Fine. Not my problem. Let’s go.
Chapter One: The Fool
2077. Somewhere above Night City.
Johnny: Promise me one thing, will you?
V: I can’t promise anything until I know what it is.
Johnny: I’m not asking you to never give up. Sometimes you gotta let go. Just… don’t let anyone change who you are. Alright?
V: Johnny, I…
Johnny: G’night, Valerie. Today was a good day.
2079. Langley. Edward Kernaghan Armed Forces Medical Center.
Reed: V? Can you hear me?
V: I… think so… yeah. I can hear you… and I can talk…
Reed: Good. We need to talk.
……
Reed: It’s not that simple. The doctors saved your life — you’re going to live. But to get rid of the engram, they had to completely rebuild your nervous system.
Johnny: Reed, you lying bastard.
Reed (under his breath): Shut it.
2078. Langley. Edward Kernaghan Military Medical Center. Six months after the engram removal surgery.
Myers: Is it ready?
Scientist: Yes, ma’am. Extraction, transfer, and neural reconstruction are complete… though we ran into some issues…
Myers: So it works this time?
The scientist inserts the biochip into a portable platform designed to project a human engram.
Scientist: Let’s see… ma’am.
===== [Loading Engram] =====
Johnny: You’ve gotta be f***ing kidding me… Didn’t think I’d ever see your faces again.
Myers: Welcome back, Mr. Linder. We’ve restored your engram to a stable and fully functional state.
Johnny: Haven’t heard that… You’ve got me confused with someone else. That man’s been dead for a while. Where’s V? What did you do to her!?
Myers: Very well, Mr. Silverhand. She’s alive, but in a coma. A separation of this magnitude is an extremely complex procedure.
Johnny: You could’ve just deleted me.
Myers: Mr. Silverhand, you have a proven ability to harm corporations, you know nearly every key player in Night City, and you have a connection to an AI beyond the Blackwall — formerly known as Alt Cunningham.
Johnny: Yeah, except I’ve been dead this whole time. Then a passenger.
Reed: We know someone who can help V.
Johnny: Then why don’t you go f… and do it on your own?
Reed: According to our intel, you and V were in contact with this man. He’s currently working with Kerry Eurodyne.
Myers: …and he won’t be pleased to see Reed.
Johnny: Another life you’ve managed to screw up.
Myers: There was an incident that drastically changed his life.
Reed: Leaving him alive wasn’t part of the plan.
Johnny: Yeah, sounds like you, Reed. Just like with the twins. Alright, enough with the cryptic bullshit.
Myers: A year before Reed’s “betrayal,” we uncovered a clandestine Night Corp clinic. They were working on technology to restore lost tissue.
Johnny: And what the hell does that have to do with me?
Myers: It could’ve led to the creation of a vessel… one capable of housing an AI. A being with capabilities dozens of times beyond a human.
Reed: What Song So Mi did wouldn’t even be half of what such a hybrid could achieve.
Myers: We know they’ve resumed work on this technology. But the original data could only have been preserved by one person. And they’re looking for him too.
Reed: If we find him first, we may be able to restore V’s nervous system.
Johnny: And you give me my body back!
Reed: No one’s reached that level yet. So I wouldn’t count on us making that promise.
Johnny: Then let’s do it. I need my body. You really gonna keep carrying me around in this snow globe?
Reed: I’d rather not have you living in my head.
Johnny: Yeah? Might look kinda weird if anyone sees us like this out on the street.
Chapter Two: The Magician
2078. Corpo Plaza.
Johnny: Who’s this guy?
Reed: Samuel Johnson. Former netrunner at Night Corp and a former double agent for us. He’s the one who gave us intel on the lab — that’s how we started the purge.
Johnny: He helped you, and you decided to zero him? Figures. Nothing ever changes.
Reed: Somehow, he survived multiple gunshot wounds to the back, changed his identity, and laid low in Dogtown as a street musician — Joe Ingram.
Johnny: And you’re the one who put him in that wheelchair?
Reed: Yes.
Johnny: Myers’ perfect lapdog screwed up?
Reed: We had no confirmation that anyone survived.
Johnny: Doesn’t look like he was hiding from you all that well. How’d you miss him in the middle of Dogtown?
Reed: His own mother wouldn’t recognize him now. When Night Corp started looking for him, we double-checked — turns out he’s a rising star on a label your friend Kerry Eurodyne works with.
Johnny: Kerry didn’t pick up back then, so we took him to Lizzy Wizzy instead.
Reed: He left the label — followed his girlfriend out.
Johnny: Then slot the chip and let’s go see him. Think he’s home — hasn’t even changed his ride since. You smoke?
Reed: No.
Johnny: F**k…
Reed slotted the biochip, rode the elevator up to the apartment. The door stood open — a gun already trained on him.
Joe: How the hell did you track me down?
Reed: We need to talk.
Joe: Funny. Last time you skipped the talking part and went straight to shooting. Why shouldn’t I return the favor?
Skippy Prototype 1.6: Please wait. Installing update 2.0…
Reed: Case in point.
Johnny: No way they mass-produced that thing…
Joe: You’re kidding me… Again?
Reed: You remember the merc who brought you here?
Joe: The one with Johnny Silverhand stuck in her head?
Reed: It’s real.
Reed slots the biochip into the unit — letting Joe see Johnny for the first time.
Johnny: I told V to reach out to Kerry Eurodyne, but that asshole, as usual, didn’t pick up. So we had to make do with what we had.
Joe: …This is weird. Even by my standards.
Joe: Alright. One more time… She’s got Johnny Silverhand’s engram stuck in her head? How?
Johnny: Bingo. They pulled me out, V’s in a coma now. And this asshole and his boss say you know how to get me a body back — and fix her nervous system.
Skippy: Update complete. New mode unlocked: “Soft Buns.”
Johnny: I’m almost afraid to ask.
Skippy: “Soft Buns” mode enables non-lethal neutralization by applying controlled damage to the gluteal region.
Johnny: Could’ve just said you learned to shoot people in the ass.
Reed: When you left the label on bad terms, your identity got leaked. You reacted fast — but didn’t account for private data dumps to corps and gangs. Right now, I’m the only one who can keep you alive.
Joe: And what exactly are you offering?
Reed: You give me the data. I make sure no one can find you again.
Joe: Or you try to kill me again.
Reed: That depends on you.
Johnny: How the hell did you agree to this the first time?
Joe: Barghest picked me up over “Never Fade Away.” Turns out Samurai’s on their blacklist. They questioned me, ran checks — found nothing. When I got out and started playing again, V showed up.
Reed: You still have any data from the research?
Joe: I’m not a scientist — I’m a netrunner. We handled data security, kept it safe from network breaches. I know where the data might be. But first, we go pick up my girl. Then I’ll show you where the server is.
Reed: Why are you so sure the data’s still there?
Joe: Because if it wasn’t, you’d already know they put it into production. And you wouldn’t need me.
Johnny: Where is she now?
Joe: Riot club. They’ve got their first show since leaving the label.
Chapter Three: The Lovers
2078. Watson. “Riot.”
Joe: Let’s go. We’ll get her out of there.
Johnny: Yeah… let’s roll.
Reed: You do realize I’m the only one who can hear you?
Johnny: And there goes the joke…
Reed: That her on the poster? Eliz?
Joe: Yeah.
Johnny: Some people have all the luck…
Joe: Skippy, disable updates for 24 hours.
Skippy: Command unavailable. Administrator privileges required.
Joe: Damn spaghetti-code junk.
Skippy: Renaming function unavailable.
Reed: Let’s go. Need help?
Joe: If I do, I’ll ask. Just don’t jump in unless I say so.
As they approach the club, a bouncer moves to stop them — then spots Joe and waves them through. Inside, the soundcheck is already in full swing.
Eliz: Hey! Good to see you! What are you doing here? Who’s that with you?
Joe: Eliz… we need to go.
Eliz: Wait, what do you mean “go”? I have a show tonight! Joe, what the hell is happening?
Joe: I’ll explain later. Just get your stuff.
Eliz: No, you won’t. You just barge in here and say “we’re leaving”? What is this?
(brief pause)
Joe (firmer): It means if you stay — you’re gonna have problems… we already do.
(she studies him, trying to tell if he’s lying)
Eliz: You’re scaring me right now…
Joe: I’m saving time.
Eliz: …who is that?
Joe: Someone who’s gonna get us out.
Joe (quieter): Please. Just trust me on this.
(brief pause)
Joe (low): The label’s coming after us. Let’s go.
A deafening bang — doors blown clean off their hinges. A heavily armed squad of unmarked mercenaries floods into the club.
Reed drops the first two mercs the second they step inside.
Joe fires a burst of homing rounds from Skippy at three mercs coming in from the left — but takes a hit from behind, right into his shoulder.
Reed takes one of the attackers down.
Skippy: Kill limit of 50 reached. “Soft Buns” mode activated. To disable, please renew your “Cold-Blooded Killer” subscription.
Joe: Oh, f**k you!
While Reed is locked in close-quarters gunplay with a pair of mercs, Eliz gets grabbed.
Joe darts forward — presses the barrel to one man’s head and fires. The bullet curves mid-air and slams into another merc’s ass.
He immediately snatches a Kang Tao L-69 Zhuo and blasts three mercs with a single shot — the recoil flipping his wheelchair over.
Skippy goes flying. The shotgun runs dry — useless.
Reed reaches out, pulls Joe back up, and hands him a Malorian Arms 3516.
Johnny Silverhand immediately starts losing it — furious that Reed stole his gun and made it his own.
Joe empties the entire mag into nothing, can’t figure out the reload, and hurls the pistol straight into the nearest merc’s face.
A split second later - he takes a hit to the face and blacks out.
Eliz gets taken.
Reed tries to bring Joe around. Disoriented, barely aware of what’s happening, Joe’s first instinct is to find Skippy.
But Skippy doesn’t respond to any commands.
Johnny Silverhand demands his gun. Reed finds it almost immediately.
Joe snaps — slams the footrest of his wheelchair into a merc’s skull, cracking it open.
Joe: Where the hell did they take her!?
Silence.
Skippy: Update 2.2 installed. Subscription available: “Crystal Coating.”
Joe: There you are, you piece of s**t… Move — to the car! Reed, you’re driving!
Outside, drones and a fresh squad of mercs are already waiting.
Joe jacks into his cyberdeck while Reed takes the wheel.
Several cars and drones give chase.
They both realize — the hunt’s on them now. They need to disappear.
Joe deploys a swarm of recon and combat drones from the roof of his Villefort Columbus, controlling them through his deck.
One drone immediately takes out the lead car, blocking the rest on a bridge in Japantown — but the aerial drones are still on them.
The direct route to Santo Domingo is cut off, so they divert through Heywood. Reed is already counting on backup from 6th Street.
Joe tries to shake off a few drones, but more merc vehicles close in behind them.
He’s forced to throw everything he has at it — scripts, countermeasures, anything to break the pursuit.
Near Megabuilding H6, they’re boxed in by bipedal combat units and heavy drones.
Joe slots something into his neural port — and blood starts running from his nose.
Johnny’s expression shifts — a red glow reflecting in his eyes.
Johnny: Reed — you see that?
Reed: I do. We’re boxed in.
Johnny: Not that! That moron’s tearing into the Blackwall! Last time someone pulled this — it was Songbird.
Every hostile got torn apart — every last one of them. Friendly drones dropped offline.
Joe went out cold.
Johnny: He’s not breathing. Reed — yank the shard, now!
Chapter Four: The Devil
2078. “Sunset” Motel.
Joe: Where the hell am I? Anyone here!? Where’s my wheelchair?
Johnny: Finally awake.
Joe: Why the hell can I see you? Where’s Reed?
Johnny: Who the hell taught you to punch through the Blackwall?
Joe: Answer me first.
Johnny: Reed’s out making a deal with the Aldecaldos. They’re holding Eliz in a facility on their territory. Chip’s hooked into you now.
Joe: You know where that is?
Johnny: Your move.
Joe: My NUSA contact left me a gift… before she disappeared last year. She knew I was alive. She helped me build a new identity, get out of there… survive.
Johnny: So Mi?
Joe: You know So Mi?
Johnny: Reed would say it’s all classified — but he’s not here. She was dying from going beyond the Blackwall too often. Found a cure. Came up with a plan to get it through Kurt Hansen.
Joe: Kurt? She lost her mind?
Johnny: …In exchange for the NUSA president. And she hired V to save Rosalind Myers.
Joe: F**k… sounds like her. She always thought outside the box. But that’s insane — even for her.
Johnny: She ended up getting herself captured anyway. When we met you, Reed was extracting Myers out of Dogtown, and we were out there making new “friends” and looking for work.
Joe: You manage to save her?
Johnny: By the time we found Songbird, she was gone — lost it completely. Tore half the stadium apart with the same kind of daemons you pulled yesterday, then got taken by MaxTac.
Joe: She’s the one behind the Rancho Coronado massacre last year?
Johnny: Yeah. We tried to snatch her from MaxTac, but she slipped into some underground facility — and we spent hours being hunted by a rogue AI like it was some shitty horror flick.
Joe: Was it cyberpsychosis?
Johnny: Worse… Then V found her, handed her over to Reed - and got the cure from me. That was the plan: I get erased. But those bastards brought me back anyway.
Joe: What happened to her?
Johnny: No idea. And looks like even Reed doesn’t know.
Joe: That was the only chip with an AI on it. Unless… no. Too dangerous.
Johnny: Finish the damn sentence.
Joe: Maelstrom’s got this legend — about some AI “deity” you can summon. Trade your soul, and it helps you in a fight.
Johnny: Yeah, I’ve seen those psychos and their rituals. Ends the same way every time — brains fried, full-on cyberpsycho. What are you planning?
Joe: First — tell me where my wheelchair is.
Johnny: Reed took it apart. Wheels are under the bed, frame’s in the closet.
Joe: He really thought that’d stop me? That’s almost insulting, after yesterday… Why the hell did he even slot me with you?
Johnny: I told him I’d keep you from doing anything stupid. Now — where’s the server? We grab the data, make a copy, and pull your girl out.
Joe: And why are you helping me?
Johnny: Been where you are. Didn’t end well. And I need my new body.
Joe: Car downstairs?
Johnny: We’re on the second floor, genius.
Joe: So what? Not a problem.
Johnny: Car’s down there. Took a beating, though.
Joe: Let’s go.
Johnny: You smoke?
Joe: Quit.
Johnny: Yeah? Then snag one for me.
Chapter Five: Death
2078. Out in the Badlands.
Johnny: You sure you wanna go in there solo? Without Reed?
Joe: And without you. Data copy’s in the car. They’ll be able to save V — and get you a new body. And Reed already knows where we are, right?
Reed: You really think I haven’t been watching you?
Joe: You’ve been tracking me this whole time?
Reed: Yeah. Now give me the biochip — and the data. We’ll pull Eliz out and wipe this place clean.
Joe: I’m going in. I’ll get her out myself.
Reed: Yeah, and the first guard you run into’ll flatline you. Here — you shoot better with this.
Skippy: Version 2.4 detected. Initiate update?
Joe: In three hours.
Skippy: Update scheduled.
Joe passes the biochip — Johnny and all — to Reed. Reed slots it into his head without hesitation.
Joe’s car comes alive on autopilot, drives straight through the gate — and self-destructs.
The assault begins.
A small team moves into the complex, sweeping the perimeter and clearing out security.
Surprisingly, there’s no resistance outside.
The team enters the building and starts pushing down into the lower levels of an old Militech complex — now taken over by Night Corp.
Johnny: This place brings back bad memories.
Reed: Same here. Same-era facility as the one where we found So Mi.
Johnny: We? You were licking your wounds while that f*** robot was hunting us down.
Reed: According to the old schematics, single-level structure. Labs were in the south wing. Server room — west.
Soldier: Where would they be holding the prisoner?
Reed: North wing — used to be admin. We move in pairs — I’ll take point with two. You sweep the rest. Controlled shots, explosive rounds to the head. Terminate all hostiles.
Soldier: Copy that.
Joe: Learning from your mistakes?
Reed: Learned that lesson a long time ago.
Minutes later, Reed and a small team engage the guards. These aren’t the clueless goons from upstairs anymore.
Almost immediately, a bipedal combat unit charges them — tearing one of Reed’s men apart. Joe hits it with a quickhack, and Reed finishes it off with a grenade.
They clear the rest and push forward to the entrance of the administrative wing — only to find storage rooms instead.
Johnny: That map from the Stone Age, or what? I still breathing back then?
Reed: Looks like they’ve rearranged everything. We’re heading back.
Joe: Power distribution says the server’s still where it used to be. That means we’re going to the labs.
Johnny: Heh… let’s roll.
Of the unit Reed sent into this sector, only one soldier is still alive — and he’s holding up surprisingly well, having hacked a couple of turrets and taken out a netrunner.
The rest have gone dark.
They’re on their own now, and reinforcements could come in at any moment — from the server wing or from outside, if an alert got through. Either way, things aren’t looking good.
There’s only one bipedal unit left in this sector. It makes an easy target for the turrets — and within minutes, it’s deactivated.
Reed: We move up. If there’s anyone else down there, we deal with it. Reorient the turrets — I don’t want any surprises.
Soldier: Roger that.
Joe: I’m with you.
Reed: Let’s move.
Explosion.
The robot’s ammo cooks off — shrapnel tears through Joe’s wheelchair and rips off his right leg.
Reed moves fast, slaps on a tourniquet, hits him with stims — stabilizes him as best he can.
But they’re on borrowed time now. Minutes at best. They need to get out — now.
Reinforcements move in from behind, already trying to push through the turrets.
Reed and Joe make it into the lab.
Eliz is alive — restrained. No hostiles left.
Eliz: This isn’t a label job! Joe, what the hell did you drag me into!? What happened to you!?
Johnny: One leg here… the other-yeah, not so much…
Reed (through gritted teeth): Johnny, shut up.
Reed: You know another way out of here?
Eliz: I don’t even know where I am! They brought me in with a bag over my head, headphones on, and glasses with no lenses!
Joe: Move their netrunner off the chair… I’ve got a plan… Just get her out of here.
Reed: You sure about this? If you stay, we’re not getting you out.
Joe: There won’t be anything left to get out.
Eliz: No! You’re coming with us!
Joe: How? There’s a small army out there. Both my wheels are shot, my leg’s gone, front caster’s wrecked. Like this, I’m more useful staying put.
Eliz: Doing what!? You’re just a musician!
Reed: He’s one of the best netrunners I’ve ever seen.
Joe: Reed’ll explain… later. Move the body, help me jack in, then go.
Eliz (breaking): I’m not leaving you here! We’ll figure something out!
Joe: We don’t have time.
Eliz: You can’t just stay here!
Joe: I don’t have a choice.
Eliz (sharper, almost angry): No. You just made that choice for everyone.
(pause — he doesn’t answer)
Eliz: You lied to me back at the club.
(it hits her)
Joe (quietly): Yeah. I did.
Eliz: Screw you and your decisions!
(she grabs his shoulder — won’t let go)
Eliz: I’m not going anywhere without you.
Joe: Reed, get her out! Move!
Reed: What are you planning?
Joe: You and Johnny won’t like it… but there’s no other way.
Eliz: Who the hell is Johnny?
Reed lifts Joe from his wheelchair into the netrunner’s chair, hooks him up — then hits him with a series of stim injections.
Joe: Here. (hands Skippy to Eliz) Skippy — new owner.
Skippy: New owner detected. Recording biometric profile. Please state your name.
Eliz: Eliz Winters.
Skippy: Confirmation required. Please repeat your name.
Eliz: Eliz Winters.
Skippy: Eliz Winters, please repeat your name.
Eliz: ELIZ WINTERS!
Skippy: Data saved successfully. Update 2.4 installed.
Joe connects to the deck and makes a request, invisible to everyone:
===== [QUEEN LILITH, I CALL UPON YOU! TAKE MY SOUL IN EXCHANGE FOR A FAVOR!] =====
Joe: Reed, get Eliz out! Johnny — make sure they help V.
Johnny: Goodbye, Samuel. I’ll do everything I can.
Reed: He’s saying—
Joe: I can hear him now… too… Eliz, go… love.. you…
Joe (voice no longer fully his own): QUEEN LILITH, I CALL UPON YOU! TAKE MY SOUL!
=====[01010011 01101111 01110101 01101100 01101011 01101001 01101100 01101100 01100101 01110010 PROCESS S01110100A01110010 01110100 01100101D]=====
Enemy units — and the lone surviving soldier — are hit instantly, the damage beyond anything survivable.
The system initiates a self-destruct sequence.
Reed and Eliz fall back, stepping over bodies through chaos that defies any explanation. Two more are torn apart on the spot.
The elevator rockets upward at impossible speed.
Outside — clear.
They jump into Reed’s Thorton and drive off.
===== [Incoming Messages] =====
- I’m no longer here. Not physically.
- But I’ll stay with you.
- Always.
===== [Incoming Messages] =====
===== [Encryption: Unknown Protocol] =====
- 01001010 01101111 01101000 01101110 01101110 01111001 00111111
- 01001001 01110011 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00111111
Epilogue
2079. Langley. Edward Kernaghan Armed Forces Medical Center.
Doctor: I expect the patient will regain consciousness within 24 hours.
Reed: How bad is it going to be?
Doctor: We restored her nervous system within the scope of the procedure. She’ll be… an ordinary human now. No capacity for cyberware installation.
Reed: If necessary, could that be reversed?
Doctor: I believe so. The technology has already proven effective on another patient — and, as far as I know, she’s returned to active duty.
Reed: Yeah. I’ve seen So Mi. Thank you, doctor.
Reed pulls out a case labeled “Object 10_19,” takes out the biochip, and slots it into his neural port.
Reed: She’ll wake up soon. Johnny — we kept our word.
Johnny: When do I get my body?
Reed: So Mi is already working on it… The first shells haven’t shown stable synchronization with the test AIs yet.
Johnny: Yeah, no shit… you do realize you’re building an army you won’t be able to control?
Reed: So - you wanna see her, or should I put you back in storage?
Newscaster in the background: Unexpectedly, Lizzy Wizzy will be releasing a joint track with Eliz Winters.
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