Having just finished the exhibition of your prototype, you and Jun were talking for some time, when out of the corner of your eye, you see something flickering.

The glass doors of the lobby shattered as something was thrown in, and then the flickering object was thrown soon after; as it loomed closer, you saw what it was- a glass bottle, flaming rag stuffed into its neck. Reflexively, your bullet-time activated, giving you time to plan out your next move.

>What be ye next move?

Get a look at how many there are and anything you can use as a weapon, also protect Jun.

>>18898000
The person or people that threw the molotov, I mean.

Hurm, grabbing the bottle itself is probably a bad idea, so let's go with grab Jun and dive for cover.

First things first, take cover. Try to protect Jun too.

Do we still have that third arm with us?

rolled 22 = 22

>>18897974

Hi, and welcome all.

Well, I would try to grab that bottle. Don't we have this third arm? It will be mostly unaffected by fire.

If we don't, well, molotovs aren't that dangerous.
I would look for danger other than that, then pput out the fire.

rolled 45 = 45

>>18898055
Reroll.

Already moving for Jun, you keep an eye out for the attackers, and suprisingly, see that there's only one of them; It's hard to see from this distance, but they're not very tall, and have long hair- Your first thought is a teenage girl- As you watch, they turn, and start to run away.

Grabbing Jun, you leap up and skid over the table from earlier's presentation, while your third arm shoves the table over, giving you a cover from the flames that you're sure will hit any moment now. All sorts of futuregadgets fall and break on the ground, and soon after, you hear the distinct sound of a bottle shattering.

You come out of bullet-time, and everything is hazy and confused, as if you'd just woken up from a long nap.

>>18898085
Put out that fire.

captcha: accept *wtf*

No, captcha, this is not acceptable.

>>18898041
Go with this.

Also, present for you OP.

Make sure we didn't hurt Jun by diving on her then put out the flames if we have a long coat or extinguisher.

Take a peak over the table edge to see how bad the situation is. Hopefully this future building has a sprinkler system. Also, ask Jun if there's a 'saferoom' or something for these sorts of situations.

"What was that?!" Jun called out. Evidently, she still wasn't sure what was going on. It'd been less than five seconds since the glass had first been broken.
Wiping the blood coming from your nose, you peek over the edge of the table, and see flame covering all of the future-gadgets, but it didn't seem to spread, due to the lack of flammable materials. For once, that modern 'metal and glass and plastic' decor has done some good.

Soon enough, a fire-alarm goes off, and the sprinklers start, drenching both you and Jun. You look over her to make sure you didn't hurt her as you moved; Everything looks fine, as far as you can tell.

>>18898207
Stand up, brush ourself off, make sure there isn't anyone else hostile around.

>>18898207

"Oh god the rain the rain ahhhh"

and fake dying just for the fun of it.

That ought to LIGHTen the mode.

>>18898257

rolled 54 = 54

"I saw what looked like some girl who threw that Molotov. I recommend we get somewhere we can't get attacked again, just in case."
Also, have the hand crawl up on your shoulder and give a thumbs up to show you're okay.

rolled 81 = 81

>>18898257

Standing up, you brush yourself off, making sure no shards of glass covered you. You look around the street outside, but that person from before was gone- the street was abandoned, and you don't see anyone else hostile. You briefly consider pretending that the water was making your implant fizzle and pretend to die, but seeing Jun's worried look, you decide against it.

"Oh my." Jun said, having peeked over the table at the molotov. She slipped a smartphoneheadset out of her pocket, and called someone. "Grayson. There's been an incident in the lobby."
You can't hear his response.
"Yes, immediately."

Hanging up, she slipped the headset back in her pocket and looked to you.

"I've. . never seen anyone move like that before." She said, before blinking and shaking her head "I mean, What exactly did you see?"

"I saw what looked like some girl throw the molotov." You say, looking out on the street again. Still nobody. "I think we should get somewhere we can't get attacked again, just in case."

"That's a good idea, but we need to wait for John." She said. Paranoid, you looked out to the street once more, and saw a dark figure quickly approaching.

keep your eyes on the figure but don't react yet, maybe its grayson arriving from the fast food joint

>>18898415
Keep an eye on the figure and stay in cover.

You sat back down, using the overturned table as cover from the figure, as they walked closer. Soon enough, you saw it was Grayson. He glanced at the overturned table, and then to the dying flame, and then to you two. "How many were there?" He asked.
"Just one. I think it was a teenage girl."
"Hm. Let's go to the security room and check the cameras." He said, leading you and Jun away. Every so often, he waved his hand over a door, and it clicked open. Eventually the three of you ended up in a small room, covered with screens and a keyboard. Grayson logged in, and hit a few keys, the camera screens rewinding.

"Ah." Jun said, pausing the footage when the attacker arrived. In one hand, the attacker held a small sliver of something silver, and in the other she held the lit molotov. As you watch the footage, she slammed the sliver into the glass and it shattered, throwing the molotov soon after.

>I NEVER ASKED FOR THIS QUEST

Might be cool.

rolled 17 = 17

Want to try and hack the computers to get footage of anything else that might be useful?

>>18898540
Zoom and enhance on the silver thing. Also see if there is anything identifying about the girl we can get from the footage.

rolled 85 = 85

>>18898569
reroll

>>18898540
Look for that silver thing.

Make it our totem.

"ah?" what? Do you know whats going on

"'Ah'?" You say, looking at Jun. "Do you know who this is?"
"Well, I'm not sure. . but she looks a lot like, well, the sister of the last test subject. I could be wrong, though."

"What's that thing in her hand?" Grayson asked, zooming into it.
"A knife? How could a knife shatter glass like that?" You ask.
"Monomolecular, probably. Just jam it in and twist it the right way. . " Grayson said, shrugging.

rolled 13 = 13

Image to long...
http://img.myconfinedspace.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/CSI-ENHANCE.jpg

>>18898639
Hold it Grayson.

I'm not so confident with these things.

What are your anyway grayson. Security specialist among... what other things..?

>>18898662
Could You perhaps teach me anything with it?

>>18898639
Wait wait wait, have things like this happened before?

"Has something like this happened before?"
"Actually, no. Since we first moved into the building, there's been nothing like this. . terrorist attack." Jun added.
"How would you know something like that, anyway?" You ask Grayson, raising an eyebrow. "Who are you?"
He chuckled. "I've been around a while." He said, deflecting.

For a moment, you realize that you probably won't have another chance like this to be freely in the security room. You close your eyes and focus...
>average 51- moderate success
Time slows, and you see nothing but a hundred points of light, all around you; the security system. Grazing over each point of light, you quickly discern that there are three different areas of the system you can access.
[] Personnel files
[] Camera data
[] User Account Control
[] Abort, abort!
>>You can only pick one.

[] Personnel files

>>18898773
[] Personnel files

>[X] Personnel files
I would like to know the sort of people I'm working with, especially with this attack. Might even get some info on what they want to do with us.

>>18898773
Well, I'd say UAC, but okay.
>>18898773

Descending into the Personnel Files area of the system, you bounce along the entries, seeking names that you know. You aren't doing a very good job of getting information, but you are learning things that you didn't know before.

Jun Viridian-
Age: 38
Gender: Female
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Height: 5-05
Weight: 120
ID-No: 6547
Aug: N

John Grayson-
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Height: 6-04
Weight: 220
ID-No: 2441
Aug: Y

And finally, you look for yourself in there. . .but can't find anything.

Look for the name of one of the higher ups, look for a job title like "lead director" or "VP" or something similar. If nothing pops up, get out of the system and see what Jun and Grayson are up to.

guess we should have gone with the account option

those id numbers usefull?

>>18898872
I would tell Jun about what I can do.

Everything blurs, and you find yourself back in the security room- Jun is shaking you. "Dave? Come back to us, Dave." She says, watching your eyes open. "You've been standing there for a while now. You with us?"
"Yeah." You say, getting ahold of being in your body again.
"I don't think there's anything else we can do tonight." Grayson said, copying the camera data. "I've already called the police, and they're on the way to make sure nobody sneaks in while we're gone."

>>18898872
Cover our tracks, last time we hacked something we were caught because of the data logs the implant sends.

>>18898929
"So now what, do we continue doing tests like nothing happened?"

ask for more freedom around the place, doesn't matter what, just something would be nice

>>18898987
That would be nice, but I doubt they'll allow it, what with the attack and all.

>>18899034
but we saved jun!
we deserve it!

>>18899044
They also saved our lives after that car crash. They would like to protect the investment, so more freedom is probably not in the cards.

"So what, we just continue doing tests like nothing happened?"
"That's the only thing we can do." Jun responds. You sigh and shrug.
"Can I at least have a bit more freedom around the place?"
". . .very well. Grayson, go ahead and add Dave into the system. I have still more work to do." She said, and stepped out of the security room.
Grayson said nothing as she left, and as soon as she was gone, he shrugged, and started typing at the computer, every so often asking you what your weight or height was. Soon enough, he was done, and he pulled something strange out from a drawer; a large syringe gun.
"Give me your hand." He said, wielding the syringe gun. "Not the robotic one, though." He added, chuckling.

>>18899091
What are you going to do?

>>18899091
What is it that you're injecting into me? Scan it with our new spine and see if we can find what is in it.

>>18899091
Is that a tracker of some sort?

just give him your arm, it's obviously got something to do with adding us to their logs or whatever

"Wait, why? What does that thing do?" You ask, looking from the gun to him.
"Are you afraid of needles?" He asked, grinning. Then he shrugged again. "All of our employees have small chips in our hands, for identification purposes, and so that we can open some of the electronic locks. For example, I have security access, and Dr. Viridian has executive access."

You focus on the syringe gun, and soon enough, you see what he means; there are a hundred small points of light, and they each contain ID information. Focusing on Grayson's hand, you see the same thing; a small RFID chip in his palm that claims his ID number is 2441.

While you're distracted, Grayson presses the syringe gun to your palm, and with a hiss, you feel a slight pinch. "There; now you're added to the system. To unlock doors with your access, all you need to do is wave your palm over it."

>>18899164
I am curious if we can mod that chip. That might be useful.

"Thanks for all, you know. Want another poker game?"

>>18899184
Technically, we can't, but in that story, well. That's not our reality.

As soon as we are in our room alone, lay on the bed like we are resting then hack our chip.

>>18899194
Ahh nevermind.

>>18899184
Indeed, another poke would be fun, also, ask him how much access this give us.

"Thanks for all. . .you know." You say with a grin. "Want another poker game?"
"Maybe later. I've got to get some shut-eye, you know. We can't all nap between tests like you can. Here, I'll let you out of the security room." He said, waving his hand over the door, and it clicked.
"How much access does this give me?"
"Not actually that much." He admitted. "You have as much as the basic desk monkey would have- Basement parking, all of ground floor, entrances and exits, of course, and I custom-added access so you can get to your room and back."

-

Soon enough, you arrived back at your room, rubbing your hand. Could you. . could you hack the chip? Normally, it would be impossible, but your implant did a lot of things that were considered impossible. You lay in bed, thinking about it for awhile, and then you closed your eyes, focusing on the itch in your palm.
>Roll 1d100; I'll be taking only the first roll.

rolled 24 = 24

>>18899250
If we can't get it immediately, later we might be able to look at another persons chip and see if we can copy and paste it on to it.

>>18899256
ouch

No matter how much you focus, you can't change anything about it. The entire system is read-only, from what you can tell.

You sigh, and lay back on the bed. Failure, you think, as you start to doze off. But you think more about that girl from earlier- the one with the molotov. You have a strong, foreboding feeling that you would see her again.

>Do you want to do anything else, or shall we skip to the next day?
>[] Nocturnal adventures!
>[] Slumber.

Adventure time go!

rolled 53 = 53

>>18899309
Adventures!
But with high roll only.

>>18899309
[X] Nocturnal adventures!

Explore our dreams and see if our subconscious can do more with our implant.

we need to find out about the dead guy and his daugther. either hack or simply go and talk to jun

Adventure time! Also, we probably need some exercise with all that fast food.

Your eyes snap open. You are, very suddenly, not tired anymore. After everything that happened today, you can't just sleep like that.
You sit up, and sidle over to the door. With a glance at where the camera should be, you decide that it shouldn't be a problem, as you wave your hand over the door and slip through, into the hallway of B-3: Augmentation testing center.

Closing the door behind you, you look around, peering through the darkness as you re-fasten your robotic hand. Where do you go now? You can't go to the lobby, what with the police probably still there.

How does the parking lot sound people?

rolled 9 = 9

>>18899362
Where do we hold that robotic hand?

Also, we go for fooood.

Check the doors to see what each one contains.

>>18899379
>The robotic hand normally crawls along your shoulder, but can fasten itself between your hip and right arm.

As you creep along B-3, you check each door. Your own is labeled, as far as you can tell in the darkness, Bullfrog Testing. The next is a storage room, and the third says something about 'EM Hammer'. Further on, it's too dark without lights for you to read. You wave your hand over both the storage room and the 'EM Hammer' room, but both of them buzz angrily; you must not have access.

Shrugging, you decide you might take the elevator to B-1. You're going to the parking lot. For a space to run, if nothing else.

rolled 53 = 53

>>18899434
I would go for that hammer.
Roll for hack?

>>18899434
Getting a little exercise might be good. We haven't gotten much lately what with all of the coma.

nope.. we aren't EMPs are not our friends at all

Whelp, to the elevator, where hopefully nothing terrible happens to us.

The elevator ride is uneventful- You simply go up two floors, to the basement parking lot, and it stops with a 'ding' that is much, much too loud, and the doors open into a great, underground structure, complete with pillars every twenty feet or so.

Looking around, you notice that there aren't many cars in the parking lot. But then again, it is in the middle of the night.

You're about to start jogging when you see something in the distance; A large black van, rolling in, it's headlights off for some reason. You hide behind a pillar and look around at it. This. . can't be normal.

Peering through the darkness, after the doors open, you see three people- Two large men wearing balaclavas, and the third was one of the men from the exhibition.

Uh, we should probably warn someone that we intend to go exercise, lest we end up buried under a bunch of security goons and lose what goodwill we've gained so far.

>>18899528
Ping the area with our techno spine. See what here can receive commands from us, prioritize getting control of the van or any other operating vehicle.

We're going to run them over with their own vehicle.

Also see if we can remotely trip the alarms.

rolled 76 = 76

Oh shit...okay, is there an alarm system we can hack into and activate? Or do we want to wait and see what these people do?

rolled 64 = 64

>>18899528
I think we should wait for opportunity. Call Grayson. And so on.

>>18899575
this and stay out of site of the shooters.

You ping the area with your technospine, giving everything in the area a 'light touch' and seeing what reacts. The van, already disabled, gives off no such reaction. . But one of the masked men do give off a reaction. As you mentally reach further, you can sense that they're augmented to a completely rediculous degree; Both arms, both legs, and you think he may have steel plating of some kind implanted in his torso.

Seeking for alarms, you close your eyes and focus- There's a small motion alarm near the entrance to the parking lot, but it had been disabled. You keep up the connection so that you can activate the alarms remotely at any time.

You check your pockets for the smartphoneheadset Abel had handed you, when you facepalm. You had given it to Grayson before to hold it for you. There was no way you could call someone without a device.

The three men approach the emergency stairs, and the man from the exhibition shakes the handle, trying to open it. Shrugging, he brandished a hand to the heavily augmented man. The augmented man stepped forward, and put both palms on the surface of the door, ready to tear the thing off of it's hinges.

Turn off the guy' arms.

If we can't do that, activate the alarms.

rolled 76 = 76

>>18899659
I would try to turn his arms off, or his hands against two others.

rolled 35 = 35

>>18899659
See if we can't get some level of control over his arms. We might not be able to wrest full control, but if we tell them to go full fucking power on this he might accidentally smash the door into his buddies face.

>>18899659
If there is a fire alarm, hit that. Also, disable anything we are able to.

rolled 14 = 14

>>18899683
*or use his hands against others
(Please, notice my not-as-usually-low roll)

>>18899693
This one does not count. But, how ironic.

The arms choice is good I guess, but if then notice us, trip the alarms and run.

rolled 14 = 14

arm and leg hack time!

rolled 51 = 51

>>18899714
uuuuuh reroll?

You decide what to do immediately. As he braces himself, you quickly reach into his augmentations, and with the flip of a mental switch, turn all of them off. His knees lock immediately, and his shoulders dangle.

He hisses, and starts cussing in a low voice, hardly stopping for breath. Soon enough, his knees unlock, and he regains control of his augmentations- you stopped him, but not for long. This in mind, you activate the alarms- They sound somewhat like a klaxon, the 'brrringing' echoing throughout the building.

The three men look to one another, and simultaniously bring out rifles, long electromagnetic coils wrapped around the weapons' barrels.

Oh.

Shit.

>>18899714
>>18899693
>>18899686
Ahh! Stop rolling!

>>18899725
How is their muzzle discipline? If it is poor, help a few rounds out of the weapons.

rolled 43 = 43

Okay, we know the way back right? So, can we hit the lights, give us some quick cover by darkness to run, swipe, and run inside. Or just hide if that doesn't work out.

rolled 44 = 44

>>18899725
DISABLE GUNS!

rolled 5 = 5

>>18899725
Ping for more things that can help, like communications! See if we can get contact with anyone! Like text message or something! Also, are they wearing PDAs?

rolled 67 = 67

>>18899742
>>18899744
>>18899769
crap crap crap, WHAT IS WITH THESE ROLLS

rolled 26 = 26

>>18899725
I say, let's check how strong signal we can send to Jen.

rolled 56 = 56

>>18899776
Crappy rolls indeed.

rolled 47 = 47

>>18899780
Reroll?

You focus on the guns they hold, and as time slows, you see them as small points of light.

Gauss rifles are high-tech weaponry; you need a very specifically designed control chip in order for them to use the electromagnetic coils the correct way. With a simple thought, you do what you can to erode that control- you reprogram the chip to activate the rails at the specifically incorrect times.

Or at least, you try to.

You duck your head as a blue pulse of light flies above, shattering the pillar you're hiding behind. All three men are now wearing some kind of goggles, looking directly at you. The man from the exhibition points his gun directly at you.
"You, bullfrog." He says, his voice tinged with an accent you can't place. "You're coming with us."

rolled 24 = 24

>>18899803
HACK THEIRS GOGGLES AND RUN FOR IT

rolled 27 = 27

>>18899803
Goddamn rolls!
Still, slowmo try to turn everySINGLEthing off. They won't get us alive!

rolled 62 = 62

>>18899813
I HATE MY ROLLS

rolled 26 = 26

>>18899819
FUUUUUUUUUUUU-

rolled 8 = 8

>>18899803
You are not asking very politely, you could have tried talking first.

books.

Short out or explode their goggles, try to make their rifles blow up in their hands.

Book it away from them.

rolled 66 = 66

>>18899825
-UUUUUUUUCK YOU DICE GODS

BY MY POWER, I DEMAND 89!

>>18899803
Whelp, looks like we're out of luck, maybe we can stall until Grayson gets here due to the alarm.
"Hey, I recognize you from the exhibition. What,did you need a few extra hands around the house?"
>I'm so sorry

rolled 51 = 51

>>18899845
Slaanesh approves.

>>18899845
>>18899828
>>18899825
I uh, I think the dice are telling us to give up....

>BAD DICE ROLLS
>BAD DICE ROLLS EVERYWHERE.

You panic, closing your eyes and focusing on anything you can. Time slows, but you're still panicking, your mind unable to focus on any single point of light. The goggles, the lights, the alarms, the elevator, the augments, all three rifles, you can't decide exactly what to do.

By the time you're done panicking, they've already approached.

Your nose crunches as the butt of a gauss rifle smashes into it, and then everything is darkness.

-

You're in the back of a moving van, going. . somewhere. Your nose is bleeding badly, possibly broken, and your hands are bound behind your back. The man from the exhibition is driving, and in the passenger seat is the augmented man. The third man is in the back with you, watching you closely.

rolled 20 = 20

>>18899886
Drastic measures needed
We hack the augemented man to punch the driver

rolled 79 = 79

>>18899886
What do you want from me? Fuck you and your grunts.

>>18899886
Lets try to learn something from this guy.
"Hey, I recognize you from the exhibition. What, did you need a few extra hands around the house?"
>sorry, repeating myself

Don't make a sound, assess the situation, if you can look around do so without them noticing.

rolled 4 = 4

>>18899904
STILL, fuck you dice gods.

rolled 74 = 74

>>18899904
REROLL

rolled 9 = 9

>>18899915
DICKHEADS!

YOU CAN'T ROLL LOWER

rolled 93 = 93

>>18899918
>>18899904
Now i only need 56+!

rolled 48 = 48

>>18899920
I think they hate me.
*sob*

I think it's time to stop hacking, our face is going to explode if we keep this up.

rolled 72 = 72

>>18899926
Let's enjoy the story, not the dices, then.

Shall we?

>>18899935
Also maybe we should just make it one chance when it comes to rolling for things, no re-rolls.

>>18899924
>>18899918
>>18899904
These evens out to 62, YOU BETTER LET THIS GO!

you can remove the blindfold now grayson

rolled 39 = 39

>>18899948
Nah.

"I recognize you from the exhibition. What, did you need a few extra hands around the house?" You try to mumble, but you're still pretty dazed, and so it comes out as nothing but mumbling. A cold, action-hero one-liner it wasn't.
"Hey, boss, he's awake." The man from the back said. You try to focus, but you can't hold your concentration enough to do anything. "Should we use the drugs?"

You redouble your efforts, and focus on the augmented man's arm. Time slows. .
You hear a sickening crunch, and the car swerves- you feel the entire world spinning as the van rolls, and smashes into something.
Everything goes dark once again.

When you come to, you're being dragged out of the van, rhythmic whirring of an augment as you're being pulled out.

"Hey, this one's alive!" You hear an annoying, female, high-pitched voice say. You mumble something, but they don't seem to hear you.

>>18899972
FUCK.
YEAH.

>>18899972
Mumble "Thanks..." while checking to see if your third hand made it.

rolled 90 = 90

>>18899991
WOOT WOOT MOTHERFUCKER, WOOT WOOT.

Take me to the H O S P I T A L! (prodigy)
No, not really, but mutter about the EE and Jun and Grayson, I want to see them again.

oh god do I still have all the important bits and parts

>>18900016
Yeah, and when we regain enough concentration run a quick check with your bullfrog to see if everything is still in working order

>Why do you get a 90 NOW? WHY?

>>18899972
Ok, we need to wake up and quick. Getting moving as quickly as possbiel would be good.

You mutter something about 'thanks', and 'emulsified eloquence' and 'jun', but you can't recall exactly what you say- Everything is still swimming.

"Hey, snap out of it." A gruff, hoarse voice says.
"It's not june, it's august." The annoying voice adds on, and then you're carried away somewhere, not together enough to make any kind of real action.

You come to again in a light room, and a soft bed; the sun rising. Your nose hurts, as does your ankle, but other than that you seem intact. At the foot of the bed are two people; one, a heavyweight man with an augmented arm, and the other, a young girl with short, neon hair of every color that would blind someone.

"I think he's awake!" The girl says, and you place hers as the annoying voice.

"Do I still have all my important bits?"

"Well. . your hand was broke, and I tried to fix it, but it was too fiddly." She said, then frowned.

>>18900092
"I see...and who exactly do I have to thank for saving me...also, what about the others who were in that van?"
>Not Handy, he was my favorite!

rolled 9 = 9

>>18900092
What happened to my hand? Who are you? What happened?
>>18900078
'Cause? :P :DD

>>18900092
So Parrot and Beefy. Who are you, why did you grab me, and who were the people who originally kidnapped me?

rolled 81 = 81

>>18900123
nevermind....

>>18900092
Well, thanks for trying at least. Where are we? And those other men, what happened to them?

>>18900134
>>18900123
I think you can stop rolling now

>>18900160
Oh-kaaaayyy.

"Who exactly do I have to thank for saving me?"
"Me!" The girl parrots, and then shrugs. "Well, also him, but I was the one who pulled you out."
"What happened?" You ask, trying to ignore the fact that your everything hurts.
"There we were, following that jerk, when he stops in this building, right? Then suddenly, the alarms go off, and we can hear rifles firing! Then the jerk screeches out of the building in his van, and we're following all sneaky-like, when suddenly one of the dudes in the van like. . punches the jerk in the face, and the van screeched again and rolled and rolled and rolled, and then we stopped and I pulled you out and Verne here bandaged you up and made sure you wouldn't die and then I took off your cuffs and here we are!"

>>18900185
"...well, you seemed to explain everything except for why you were following those guys in the first place."

>>18900185
Well, what's your name little miss technicolor? Why were you following him, and who, if anyone, do you work for?

rolled 56 = 56

>>18900185
From where I was took?
Well, thanks, and your names are?

rolled 93 = 93

Do you happen to have a phone on you? I need to make sure my employers know I'm not dead or kidnapped. Anymore, for that latter one I guess.

By the way, may I ask what your name is?

rolled 3 = 3

primary objective: Contact Grayson.
Use earpiece thing or hack any phone in sight

"Well, you explained everything. . except for why you were following those guys in the first place." You say dryly, and then the man speaks.
"They're augmentation and arms traffickers." He said, and then sniffed. "Or at least, they were."

"What're your names?" You ask.
"Well, My name is top secret, but you can call me Amy!" She said brightly, then chuckled. "And he's Verne. He used to be a cop!"

"Do you guys have a phone on you? I need to make sure my employers know I'm not dead or kidnapped." You say, and Verne hands one over; a cellphone. Man, you haven't seen one of these since you were in college. You flip it open, and look at the keypad.

> Who do you call?

rolled 49 = 49

>>18900291
Abel, of course.

Lets see, Abel would just freak out and might do something drastic. Lets go with Grayson...do we even know his number?
"Ex-cop huh, got to be quite a story behind that. Wonder if it matches up to how I got this spine."

>>18900291
Ping the area around us, see what we can find about our location.

Call Grayson, given our disappearance they're probably organizing a hunting party and I'd hate for our new friends to be caught up in that.

grayson he'll come pick us up

rolled 58 = 58

>>18900291
Jun

>>18900323
Oh yeah, good point, we might want to warn them about the possible man-hunt for us.
And I bet Jun is regretting giving us more freedom.

You consider calling Abel, but then he would just freak out, so you decide to call Grayson instead.

And then you realize that you don't know his number, and freeze- before you remember that he's carrying your smartphoneheadset. So you call yourself.

Grayson picks up. "Sorry, Dave can't come to the phone right now." He said.
"That's because I'm here." You respond.
". . Where are you?"
"Uh. . ." You look to the two people at the foot of your bed; Amy's pressing a few buttons on a wrist computer, and Verne is drinking something. "Where is this?" You ask the two of them. Amy seems to think about it for a bit, looking to the ceiling. "Oh, we're at a motel." She said, quickly pressing a few keys and going to futuregoogle maps, showing you where you are on the wrist computer. You quickly relay the info to Grayson, and he says he's coming to pick you up.
"And then I'll have you explain what exactly happened." He said, and hung up.

rolled 46 = 46

>>18900390
HACK WRIST COMPUTER

rolled 98 = 98

>>18900390
Wait for Grayson, try to crack Amy's wrist computer or any other devices like that and see what we can get out of them.

Afterwards make conversation with Amy and Verne, try to weasel who they work for out of them, who they say they work for might differ from what their computers say.

>>18900390
Alright. Let's chill and wait for Grayson to get here. See if we can get more info on these guys and make up some bull in the meantime about how we heard a sound and went to investigate, got kidknapped and heroed it out of there.

>>18900464
Hoo-Hoo!

>>18900464
Nice roll!

>>18900475
Why the sage?

>>18900464
This plan, all the way.

>>18900486
He had probably forgot to clean the email or fingerslip.

>>18900497
>>18900486
Yeah forgot to clean the email feild. I'm loving this quest!

You focus on Amy's wrist computer, relieved that the Bullfrog still seems to be working at full capacity. Time slows, and you find yourself looking at a strange cluster of lights, all of them buzzing and moving like a swarm of bugs. Each time you focus on one of the lights, you hear a squeaking voice, saying something different. You hear one asking about who you are, and another ranting and raving about 'space'.

With a start, you realize that her wrist computer is filled to the brim with different AI constructs.

You continue to seek around inside the computer, and find a small folder of files relating to the 'investigation'. There are various pictures of the man who had gone to the exhibition and kidnapped you, and another of the heavily augmented man.

You pull out of the computer, and come back to yourself. "So, who do you work for?" You ask.

"Oh, we don't work for anyone." Amy says, still pressing keys on her computer. "We're... what's the word, that one word. Like what all those superheroes are?" She tilted her head and looked at Verne.
"Vigilantes." He said, sounding bored.
"Yes, those! We're vigilantes!"

>>18900537
Freaky, don't reveal we know about her computer filled with AI

What is the legal status of AIs, is private ownership allowed?

I see, you seem much more enthusiastic shall we say about this vigilante business than Verne. How'd you end up working together?

rolled 80 = 80

>>18900537
Just like minuteman?
Well, thanks anyway. Nice wristwatch you got there.
My buddy is comin', so I will lie here for a moment.
Do you like poker?

>>18900537
"So...would I owe you anything for this rescue? I may have to get back to you for that, I'm rather short on cash."

rolled 11 = 11

>>18900537
I guess some of those AIs could teach us how to do more stuff, seeing as they live inside the weird cyberspacethingie. Try to interact with them!

>>18900585
I did not mean to put in a dice roll there, please ignore it!

>>18900585
>>18900596
Lets not, it'd probably be weird if we zoned out while looking at the numerous AI available.

>>18900570
>meet new people
>play poker with them

I think we have our thing.

>>18900608
Then ask the vigilante girl for permission first!

>>18900615
You mean? :D Want to play now?

>>18900615
Hell yeah

>>18900651
But to her, we don't know about that AIs.

>>18900661
Alright then, lets just play poker :D

"So. . .do I owe you anything for this rescue?" You ask, raising your eyebrow.
"Nah, that's fine, you don't owe us anything. Right, Verne?"
"Right."
"I see. My buddy's coming, so he should show up anytime. Either of you like poker?"
Amy frowned. "Well, I don't like poker. There would be four of us, so we could play pinochle?"

You close your eyes, and enter her wrist computer again, reasoning that you could probably learn something from some of the AIs.

After grazing along the 'swarm' of AIs, you only see three that might be any use. One that is constantly calculating various physics problems, analyzing parabolas, and, you think, would help you with various physical actions, like jumping, throwing, and running.

There's a second AI who, as far as you can tell, is analyzing various connections of all kinds, forming and dissemniating networks as it moves. This one could help you with your hacking, probably.

The third AI, suprisingly, is analyzing your facial expressions, and noting your subconscious body language. This might help you tell what people are thinking as they speak.

>[] Physical AI.
>[] Network AI.
>[] Emotional AI.
> You can only choose one!

>>18900699
Network AI, hacking is currently our lifeblood, and being better at it opens a lot of doors for us, some of them might be literal doors. It gets us information and control over technology.

Shit..uh, network or emotional?
I'm leaning towards network, might help with our terrible rolls.

>>18900699
Well, which one is the nicest?

>>18900699
[X] Network!
Everything seems to be digital now, network definitively has the most potential

rolled 2 = 2

>>18900699
Why one, why? I would take all three.

My bet is
Even - Network
Odd - Emotional

>>18900731
Eh. Dices.

Hey how fit is our character right now and what are his skills, I mean what technical skills did we have before we got hit?

emote Ai

neetwork

Barring immunosuppressants, why the fuck are we going back to the company again?
I dunno about you guys, but I rather like my freedom.

>>18900800
We've seen no real sign that they are evil corp, and the people there seem nice enough. Plus, I'd assume they'd hunt us down anyway.

well, these guys just tried to kidnap and drug us, with the company we're sort of protected from that.

>>18900813
>cyberpunk
>corp not being evil
>implying the entire point of cyberpunk isn't fighting The Man

We can hack their shit. Besides, isn't holding us against our will kinda evil?

>>18900731
Actually, you have the average of 47.8 dice roll in this thread, it is not that bad.

>>18900800
Because they give us super hacking powers and we have their chip in our arm. If it is an evil corp they will hunt us down anyways, and if they are a good corp they will protect us from the bad corps.

>>18900566
> AIs are still quite stupider than the standard human, but they're a lot better at organizing and they're much more methodical than most people are. The more modern smartphoneheadsets contain a simple AI to use as a 'digital assistant', and those are the first example of a commercial AI. They're not considered people by any legal means. The AI inside Amy's wrist computer are basically bootlegged versions of Digital Assistants- versions she'd modified to 'Do Things They Are Not Designed To Do'.
>>18900760
> You were actually suprisingly fit before you got hit by the car, but the 3 months of recuperation has weakened you to the point where your physical abilities can be called 'average'.
>You're actually a pretty good liar, when it comes down to it.
>No other notable skills.
You decide on learning from the Network AI, and you loom mentally closer, ready to speak with it. . When you get an idea.

You focus on your own spine once again, recalling that 'Help' program from the first time you used your new ability. With a thought, you wipe that program from existence, replacing it with a copy of the AI of your choice.

<What- What- What-> It stutters as it activates, becoming a cyan eye on your hud, and your vision goes static for a moment, before the static fades. You realize, as soon as this is done, that all of the digital objects near you seem a lot closer and easier to reach.

>Clippy has been deleted!
>Cyan has replaced Clippy!

"You okay?" Amy asks you, looming over you.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine." You respond. "It's just that my everything hurts."

rolled 13 = 13

>>18900847
Oh my god. Hhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnngg-
Ask for some food. And, maybe, dunno, smalltalk b4 the Grayson?

>>18900847
Alright, now lets play some cards while we wait for Grayson to show up.

>>18900847
Ask if they have any snakcs lying around and get some poker playing in while we wait.

>>18900828
>chip in our arm
Give us five minutes, a sterilised x-acto knife, a bottle of booze and a needle and thread.

>>18900847
Man am I glad this crash went better than the last accident I was in.

>cumstances; sionhu
What the hell captcha, disgusting, Sion Hu is just my friend.

>>18900847
Deal a hand of cards.

>>18900847
They both seem resourceful and both their phone numbers seem worth knowing. Smalltalk, play some poker and get their number.

You shrug, sit up, and start making smalltalk while you wait for Grayson.
Amy, you find out, isn't a very secretive person. In fact, as you talk to her, you find out her phone number, that Amy is in fact her real name, she lives on the north side of town, Verne is related to her- her uncle, in fact, and her legs were replaced with augments after a car accident removed them completely.

<Two augmented arms approaching.> Cyan bleats in the background. <Two smartphoneheadsets approaching. One earbud approaching. One Emulsified Electronics RFID chip set to the ID number 2441 approaching.>

Your conversation is cut off suddenly when someone knocks on the door.

Ah crap, Cyan is gonna become sentient and try to take us over, isn't it?
"That's probably my friend, and don't worry, he's much friendlier than he looks...possibly."

That'd be my ride, see you around guys

>>18900956
Hey it's Grayson with our phone, unless someone else has his RFID chip.

Open the door, let him in, introduce him to the fine fellows who saved us. Ask if he wants to play some cards before we head back.

>>18900956
GOOD GOD I LOVE CYAN SO HARD

Prepare to diffuse comical misunderstandings.

Captcha: ulttit success
YES! ULT(imate) TIT SUCCESS

rolled 16 = 16

>>18900992
Supporting this.

>>18900956

Grayson!

I'm safe.

Just in case you were wondering. and does this mean I'm going down in security status?

rolled 97 = 97

>>18901007
>>18901007
>>18901007
If this goddamn roll is under goddamn 88
I STOP ROLLING.

rolled 63 = 63

>>18901015
Nevermind....

"That's probably Grayson." you say, getting up out of the bed. "He's friendlier than he looks. . possibly." You add, and open the door.

"Dave." He says. "I think you should explain what happened."

>What exactly do you tell him? Remember, Amy and Verne are there too.

>>18900985
What, you hadn't figured out yet that Amy is growing GLaDOS in her watch?

>>18900956
We can sense them. This is awesome! Be prepared just incase. Greet Grayson with a joke.

>>18901032
I was attacked by cyborgs, if you'd call them that. They were far more robot than human. This is Amy and Verne, they saved me. No one at Emulsified Electronics knows I'm here right? Or at least not Jun?

>>18901032
Went for a walk, just to get to know the building outside of our room. Went down to the parking lot, three men attacked and grabbed us. In their escape they crashed and these two people were able to show up and generously save us.
Just stick with the truth really.

>>18901032
Went for a walk, ended up kidnapped by goons, the goons crashed, these two saved me.

How much panic was there on your end?

>>18901032
The truth will free you. Tell Grayson everysingle thing.
Or mindsend it to him, if that's possible. Or smartphonewhatever to him.

On second hand, tell that Jun.

>>18901032
We will tell him exactly what happened: "I was testing my new chip with a walk in the garage when I was abducted. After i got the car to crash Amy and Verne here saved me out of the burning wreckage."

Also when we depart we will look really cool and say mysteriously to Amy: "Oh and thanks for letting me borrow cyan"

>>18901088
No no, just say "Nice set of AI's you've got there. Don't let her know we copied/stole one.

"I was attacked by cyborgs, if you'd call them that. They were far more robot than human. Amy and Verne here saved me." You say.

"Well, the van crashed before we saved you." Amy chimed in. "The two other guys in the car were dead, though."

"Wait, two? The cameras showed that there were three. . " Grayson said, trailing off.

<Two Augmented arms are approaching. Two augmented legs are approaching.> Cyan bleated suddenly, adding a reticle to your vision. You followed the reticle with your eyes, and peeked out of the window. <M-41 Gauss rifle is approaching.>

The heavily augmented man from before was standing there in the street, looking up at you.

rolled 90 = 90

>>18901122
Try to shut down his arms so he can't fire the weapon, then point him out to Grayson/Verne/Amy

>>18901146
Boom!

>>18901106
But then the others will now she has a lot of AIs in her computer. With mentioning Cyan only she will know what we are talking about. This is a classic trick to make a bond between her and us. Create something in common that the others don't have.

>>18901146
YES! SHOW HIM THE POWER OF CYAN!

>>Next time, on NEARFUTURE CYBORG QUEST: You get shot, maybe?

>>Again, I'll be sticking around for awhile to answer questions about the setting,
>>And again, my twitter can be found at @Futureexabyte.

>>18901157
Oh, I see, good point. That should work out.

>>18901146
Everyone down. SNIPER!
Also, I don't think I can make that roll better.

rolled 28 = 28

>>18901158
Archive this. Vote for this. Keep up the good work.

thanks for the ride.

>>18901158
Do you have a specific time that you post? Or should I just sit on /tg/ every day F5ing until I see your thread?

>>18901158
ARRRR

>>18901158
Can we keep my roll for next time? Also, how easy is it to get guns like the one this guy has?

rolled 78 = 78

>>18901185
Just check out his/her Twitter.

rolled 4, 5 = 9

SEVEN

rolled 53 = 53

>>18901197
Well, I call 56

rolled 13 = 13

>>18901212
39?

>>18901185
>Since I've started the quest, I normally create a thread once per day. Since we're only on thread 3 I haven't done it enough to have a set schedule, but it'll be sometime around noon, UTC−8. The reason I made the twitter was so that everyone can get alerts whenever I make a new thread.
>>18901189
> If you know where to look, it's not that hard to get a gauss weapon like that; you just need either money, or really sticky fingers.

>And yes, I'll keep the 90 roll for disabling his arms so he can't fire next time.

So what is the state of America in NFC? Any wars going on, the economy still going strong with the advances in technology?

>>18901288
The economy is still better than it is nowadays, but for the most part it's the same.

There are a few wars (civil and intenational) going on around eurasia based on stockpiles of the relatively new futurepowercells, but nothing Dave pays much attention to.