Only way to do it. [ Vincent winks, mood lifted. Always nice to be among fellow techies. ]
Merc. [Solo won't make sense to people here. Shortening mercenary should still be intelligible, he hopes. ] 'Fore that I did this. And other things. [ All flows from the same well—be an asset to his kin. Can't tinker with new tech if you don't got it. And since most people, corpos or not, don't want to do legitimate business with nomads anyways... ]
Baseline works. Ain't blind or crippled. [ Be in real trouble if nothing worked at all. Be a prisoner in his own body, a horror he's already familiar with thanks to losing his arms in the first place, and Johnny's former dilemma. ] Software's non-existent though. Softlocked. No more feats of superhuman strength or speed for me. [ Might be a blessing in disguise. After Arasaka Tower, might do him some good to abstain from the chrome.
Like a Buddhist monk foregoing earthy pleasures from enlightenment. Attuning to his soul and body once more—or what remains of it, at least. ] Appreciate it. I'm good with hardware but software's beyond me. [ Too esoteric. Cannot be touched. Doesn't want to, not after Mikoshi. The prospect that he too might now be nothing but 1s and 0s frightens him. The AIs from beyond the Blackwall weren't people, not really. Something far worse, unfathomable and so, so angry.
Doesn't want that for himself. ] Far as I can tell, nothing's broken. It's like... like someone wiped me clean. No OS 'sides the wetware all humans are born with. [ And no Johnny. It's all so eerily quiet inside his mind. ]
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Merc. [ Solo won't make sense to people here. Shortening mercenary should still be intelligible, he hopes. ] 'Fore that I did this. And other things. [ All flows from the same well—be an asset to his kin. Can't tinker with new tech if you don't got it. And since most people, corpos or not, don't want to do legitimate business with nomads anyways... ]
Baseline works. Ain't blind or crippled. [ Be in real trouble if nothing worked at all. Be a prisoner in his own body, a horror he's already familiar with thanks to losing his arms in the first place, and Johnny's former dilemma. ] Software's non-existent though. Softlocked. No more feats of superhuman strength or speed for me. [ Might be a blessing in disguise. After Arasaka Tower, might do him some good to abstain from the chrome.
Like a Buddhist monk foregoing earthy pleasures from enlightenment. Attuning to his soul and body once more—or what remains of it, at least. ] Appreciate it. I'm good with hardware but software's beyond me. [ Too esoteric. Cannot be touched. Doesn't want to, not after Mikoshi. The prospect that he too might now be nothing but 1s and 0s frightens him. The AIs from beyond the Blackwall weren't people, not really. Something far worse, unfathomable and so, so angry.
Doesn't want that for himself. ] Far as I can tell, nothing's broken. It's like... like someone wiped me clean. No OS 'sides the wetware all humans are born with. [ And no Johnny. It's all so eerily quiet inside his mind. ]