Capítulo 2: Chapter 2- 15 Years Later...
The sun wasn't a thing anymore in Core City 1. Everyone knows that. 7 years ago, the last tree was cut down. 3 years ago, the sun weakened to such an extent that the world was plunged into darkness, there were just two hundred years left until the gravitational pull of the sun failed too, flinging the world into other planets or deep space. The research corporations research how to stop this.
The artificial sunlight beamed down from the dome. It didn't offer the same hope and warmth that the old sun did, not that I remember it that much, and anyway who needs warmth when you have enough energy to moderate the temperature of an entire city to whatever you wanted it to be? Cybernetics were everywhere.
Any random on the road could have an S-Tier Cybernetic on them, this world was a perilous one, the skyscrapers loomed above us from where the rich pissants looked down at us, I was just an ordinary guy. Until the last 3 years, I had refused to "Net Up," I wasn't a fan of cybernetics, but the school caught up and so did the bullies. I wasn't strong, just packed enough of a punch to tell them to fuck right off.
According to my neighborhood Netter (like a cybernetics doctor) I was around 35% on the net, the rest was living human. My brain had been upgraded to an A-Tier chip and my legs and spinal cord were paired with the latest cyber nerve transmitters, enhancing my speed, jumping, and general athletics. A solid B-Tier purchase.
My best enhancement though was the most discreet, a panel was slotted into the insides of my arms, and at my will, two A-Tier Cyber-Swords would drop into my hands, these were titanium, crimson hemmed blades, the kind that could kill with a touch.
But the thing is though, no one gave a fuck about me. Even in this shit-filled world, there are gang families and mercs who treat each other like brothers and sisters. Heck, even the fucking Corpo's have a fucking understanding and camaraderie. After 15 years of traveling, I was found in a basket in the Core City 0, the wasteland, the worst of the scum that was the Core Country. It was built over the remains of the ancient forest of Amania.
The government had told us that Amania was cut down centuries ago, but there is proof it was active until just 17 years ago when it started dying. I was found by a corpo group, who eventually placed me in the care of the Core. They had me looked after and placed in school until the mandatory protection age was over, at which point I was cast onto the street. No one to care for me. No love, though I wouldn't say I have never felt love before.
A fleeting sensation, an image, blurred of a woman in my mind with black hair and eyes, looking down on me, sobbing. That was the most I've ever been able to look back.
I sat on the wall of the Netter's office, clutching the free sandwich I picked up at the cafeteria, the only place in Core Country where something is free. The world was cruel and I was just another victim, but I would be long dead, what I was scared of, was what the next-gen would face, but was it my problem? Yeah, Fuck no!
My contemplation was stopped by the snatching of my sandwich, I watched as it fell to the floor, and a net-boot crushed it into mere particles. Looking up I saw the delinquents who had done this. Those RICH PUNKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The blades dropped into my hand, and the neurotransmitters sprang into action, making my very move, faster and stronger. I calculated the body language and their stance, concluding that they were just spoiled rich cunts who had thought I was a person that could be easily picked on, the path was set into my mind, each step pre-made for me in my chip.
In a swift second, all four of the bastard's were eon the floor, their necks and arms and legs, spraying blood, the very same blood that drenched my Katana's which retracted into my arm and washed themselves. Life was too fucking short for mercy on these pissants.
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