#(c77)

First fanart post!! Cyberpunk 2077 poster I made like a year ago for a class, added a little rain anim cuz I thought it fit~

Just... Hear me out. Let me make it better.

Alt who swapped their positions. Modifying V's code as he pushed far, far in the back of Johnny's mind. Johnny's in the driver's seat, it's his body, yes... But V's still in there. Not that either of them know just yet. There's that familiar warmth that comes with being close to a loved one, a friend, and that feeling off-puts the burning feeling in that little space of Johnny's head where V occupies.

Instead of V getting those nightmares, its Johnny. He hears V shouting and calling for him when he wakes up in a cold sweat, he's panicking but he doesn't know why because it's not his feelings.

And then there's V, and the slow, very slow reintroduction. Alt made sure it wouldn't melt away at Johnny, or break their brain further. It's just feelings and vague twitches in his finger tips at first, and the nightmares continuing until something changes and it's no longer scary. He gets headaches, ones that go away quickly and never seen to get worse, but they're persistent at times.

Johnny doesn't really know what's happening when he wakes up faint tapping on his shoulder in his apartment, far from V's. Or any friends V had. Just him and the kid down the hall.

It's almost grating on his ears when he hears near silent humming. Not outside his head. Why's it feel like it's ringing his brain?

"What was it you said? Wake up, we've got a city to burn?"

And, fuck, it takes not a second for him to bolt right up (And spill the contents of his stomach). Johnny woulda thought he was dreaming if it didn't hurt when his chest heaved. He might've worked the body's booze tolerance up, but his stomach still flipped the same way V's did. Except, this time, he doesn't hurt. There's no migraine, no headache, no fatigue.

"Not happy to see me? Been months in the makin'."

His reaction is puzzling. His face twisted up as he tries to focus on the form that glitched in and out of his vision, like V hadn't quite gotten the way to appear perfected yet, that made sense.

"No," Johnny spits, "what're you-?"

"Alt." Simple, to the point. "She.. I dunno, somethin' went rouge in her coding, I guess, and she said she felt.. bad. For us." V doesn't need to expand much. Johnny can pick up the bit and pieces. She didn't want to separate them.

But hearing V say 'us' that way again takes weight off his chest that Johnny didn't even know he was carrying until he could breathe again.

It doesn't make sense, V'll talk his mouth off about netrunning and code and whatever when he gets the chance anyway. He'll get an earful, a slightly bitter one, but he hears V's voice again and his presence.. it hadn't ever really been gone.

No, Alt just separated them, and rewired V's engram, then slotted them back together as Johnny watched V fade—unknowing, and with that ache in his chest—It took months for V to make himself known again... Security, safety, something about health. His brain could reject the engram of it couldn't carry the data, but it didn't.

In Mikoshi, time was so fluid they wouldn't have even known how long it took when they were in that building. Or if there was just the tiniest bit of Alt's consciousness creeping around in V's code to stabilize it. But, Johnny was right about still feeling V. Not just seeing his face in the mirror, but feeling his existence in the same space.

"V. Just V." | Character Placard.

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trying my hand at this, finally. wanted a small little V/OC showcase type of template, and I couldn't find one. so. I made one, and am offering it to y'all. 🤲

But then again, he reckoned he would like any place, as long as he was with James.”

Centaurus A, C77 // Rolf Olsen

In this extreme deep field totaling 321 hours (or ~13 days) of exposure, shells are seen radiating away from Centaurus A. Their origin is best explained by a recent interaction with another smaller galaxy.

Also seen is a red jet of ionized hydrogen and oxygen emanating from the core. This jet is millions of light years long and come from the supermassive black hole at the center of the galaxy. That black hole weighs over 55 million times more than the Sun!