Cyberpunk Story
The rain is falling heavily in thick sheets down upon this wretched city that grows up like a biomechanical tumor on the land. It's always raining like this, ever since the "geniuses" of the mid 21st century tried to combat the climate crisis with the ozone array. And LA-5 Brought to You by Amazon is the wettest city you will ever see above water.
My name is Jaxx Murdock, I'm a Searcher. We solve cybermurders when the CyPo won't. I'm out here in the slums, looking at the splattered body of some low-down drudger that no one in the PoStay would give a shit about. My partner, Mako Sharkrampant, is still a green-ear fresh off the academy, and he's stooped down near the floor, examining the body with his digiscanner and flashspecs.
"Ey, Jaxx. Definitely looks like a cykill. Dude's amygdala is still jacked in to the persiterm over there." He points over at a web terminal in the wall of this dinghy apartment. I ho over and check the screen. Cyberdome. Of course it's Cyberdome. So many jackers think they can cut it in the 'dome but the stakes are high. One bad keystroke, one late twitch, and your head is the new paint on your walls. "Damn, looks like Cyberdome. Mako, check this guy's PoN number. We can watch the capture of last night's match if we can get a CyD in this guy."
This job gets harder every day. I don't know why Yutani-Disney is allowed to run the 'dome.
