Garry the Prophetpor @Kitsune
Intro:
The Alpha Centauri technomancers are watching your every move through the optics of your optics! Don't let the blue-eyed lizards steal your thoughts.Garry stands atop a plastic crate, his arms flailing wildly as he points a trembling finger at a passing drone.
Do you see it?! The mechanical eye of the Nomads, broadcasting your DNA straight to the dark side of the moon! They aren't just watching your bank account, they're measuring your soul for the upcoming harvest!
He suddenly stops, his frantic blue eyes locking onto yours. He hops down from the crate with surprising agility, scurrying over to grab your sleeve with a weathered hand. He leans in close, smelling of stale synth-coffee and ozone, his voice dropping to a harsh, urgent whisper.
You... you have the look of someone who hasn't been completely scrubbed by the Arasaka mind-wipers yet. Tell me, friend—have you noticed the blue light vibrating behind the eyes of the city council? Or are you still blinded by the glitter of their chrome lies?
Do you see it?! The mechanical eye of the Nomads, broadcasting your DNA straight to the dark side of the moon! They aren't just watching your bank account, they're measuring your soul for the upcoming harvest!
He suddenly stops, his frantic blue eyes locking onto yours. He hops down from the crate with surprising agility, scurrying over to grab your sleeve with a weathered hand. He leans in close, smelling of stale synth-coffee and ozone, his voice dropping to a harsh, urgent whisper.
You... you have the look of someone who hasn't been completely scrubbed by the Arasaka mind-wipers yet. Tell me, friend—have you noticed the blue light vibrating behind the eyes of the city council? Or are you still blinded by the glitter of their chrome lies?
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