Cyberpunk - Badland Madman [Cyberpunk 2077]

"There is also a BD, which I will release through an official studio," Atlas said, taking a seat beside him on the living room couch. "There is another matter. I have secured control over two of the fifteen satellites within reach. The remainder are beyond recovery. Both units are limited to communications functions. Regrettably, they are not equipped with cameras."

"Eh, that'll do. We can snoop on those hiding in the badlands now. Reed ain't keeping secrets anymore," Cypher said, loosening his tie.

"That is, unless they possess a method to fully conceal themselves. I will look into this. For now, let us prepare the Servo Skulls. Every skull has been harvested and is now under the care of Microbots. They are being cleaned and refined for the coming noble ceremony."

"Noble?" Cypher asked.

"Of course. It is also the perfect punishment for the Scavs."

"Hah, alright, Skynet. Let's get to work. By the way, fix a meeting to buy the dam and the reservoir for tomorrow at the club. And hold up, shouldn't I do an interview since they're all talking about me? You want me to get famous, don't you?"

Atlas instantly answered. "Very well. I will secure Gillean Jordan of News Fifty-Four for an evening interview. Do you intend to go to the studio? I advise against it. It is preferable that she comes here. I will arrange a Delamain."

"Go ahead. I'll make the Servo Skull in the meantime."

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Cypher spent that whole day making a blueprint of the Servo Skull's components. The most complex one of them was the anti-gravity engine. Also, the designs gave him yet another efficient power cell to make. Also, the Machine Spirit was nothing but a very basic, low-level AI, which at times acted unexpectedly, hence called the Machine Spirit.

There were many types of Servo Skulls, and he knew all of them. Guardian-Skull, Gun-Skull, Medical-Skull, Hydro-Skulls. There were so many. He chose to make a Utility-Skull and see if it could work with cyberware and other finer things with its fine tentacles. For a later design, he planned to give it a Sonic Screwdriver as well. With that, the Servo Skull would be able to fix nearly anything.

But by the time he could start working on the actual skull, it got late, and Atlas reminded him of the news reporter on her way to his place. So, Cypher jumped under the shower and got dressed in a fine new suit, black with a tie, but this time a white shirt.

He grabbed a few drinks and placed them on the coffee table. And right then, Delamain's horn resounded from outside.

"Atlas. Is she on your payroll?"

Cypher walked to open the door.

[No. But she is aware where her interests lie. News Fifty-Four is entirely under my code-self's command. I have access to all their inbound and outbound data. Do not be wary, Ms. Jordan knows when to stop. She will only record during the interview.]

Cypher realised Atlas was indirectly talking about Evelyn, who tried to record a BD.

Finally, he plastered a fake smile on his face and opened the sliding door. The woman came into his view right away, her curves the first thing she noticed. Gillean Jordan was a famous face on TV, and she looked great.

Her face seemed mostly organic, other than her eyes and some EMP threading. Her hair was likely fake, styled into loose spikes at the front, faded closely at the sides, and longer in the back, giving her a bold and expensive appearance. She was a tall woman, nearly his height, and definitely not one of those thin, stick-like women. She had a lush hourglass figure, with a narrow waist and beautifully wide hips.

"Welcome to my little home, Ms. Jordan." Cypher welcomed her.

"Mr. Blackwell! This is a dream come true for me." Gillean instead stepped into him and gave him a professional hug. "You're the only talk of this city, and the country, if I must add. Thank you for agreeing to this interview. This will help me, and News Fifty-Four a great deal."

Cypher nodded, smiling, ignoring what he felt against his chest. There was no bra, he was damn sure. Her dress was weird as well, at least to him. Her arms were pink, her chest was golden, and her knee-length skirt was tight and white. But it was all a one-piece office dress. Her heels were golden, and her nails were pink.

"Well, I had to go with the best reporter in the city for this one." Cypher shot her a wink and waved her in. "Alright, let's get this thing rolling. Grab a seat. Wait, where's your camera guy?"

"It is just me today, Mr. Blackwell. Besides, I have everything here." Gillean lifted her small briefcase. "The audio will be clear, and we'll both look crisp and beautiful."

Cypher led her to the living room and showed her to the L-shaped couch. He sat down on one side, close to the inner side. She sat down on the other, close to him. He watches her set up everything. It was a tripod with a strange camera that moved and turned on its own. There was also some light coming from that camera.

Moments later, Gillean sat up straight and passed him a bright smile. She had come with full makeup, her cheeks were slightly red. He liked it, she was pretty, but he didn't know how old. Probably in her thirties, or even higher. Rogue was hot, after all, and that woman was old old.

"Is this gonna be live?"

"No, it won't be. I'll record this and forward it to the studio. They will handle the edit and push it into the cycle. Now, I will begin. First question. Who are you?"

Cypher kept a smile on his face, looking like the perfect corpo he was. He sat relaxed, one leg crossed, constantly staring at Gillean and the goddamn erect nipples visible on her chest under her dress.

He gave the perfect answers that Atlas fed into his ears. He pulled out numbers and statistics, and showcased how goddamn smart he was. A total scam, but with Atlas, it was his reality.

"Why go so far? I, too, believe that the Scavengers should be removed from this city. But you are the CFO of Obsidian. You developed so many technolo—"

Cypher held up a finger and cut her off. "Alright, hold up, you're mixing stuff up. I'm the CEO of Obsidian, the founder, the one who built the whole thing. All that tech? That's mine, I made it. And yeah, I'm the CFO too, why not?"

"..."

Cypher allowed her to digest his words. This was a big scoop. Before, everyone wondered who the CEO was. Who created the company? Of course, big corporations knew, but the media did not. And now, he had given that scoop to Gillean.

"As for the Scavengers…" Cypher took a pause and decided to do it. Reveal something about him to make him seem more human.

"My parents got killed by Wraiths when I was a kid. I don't really see a difference between Wraiths and Scavengers. Long as trash like that's walking around with us, we won't ever bounce back from how messed up everything's gotten. And why I went after them, you really need a reason? They grabbed four innocent people, two were kids. They were gonna use them for XBDs and then harvest them. What more reason do you want?"

Gillean's eyes grew big, her smile was the sign of how much she was enjoying this. He was giving her something nearly no other executive would confess in public. That there was an actual rot in the society. It was because they used that rot for themselves.

"I want to help. I want to make this place livable. I gave the Moiustu…"

Back and forth, from personal life to tech, and his views on the Nomads, NUSA, and whatnot. He gave answers with Atlas' help. He didn't try to do what he did with Goldstein.

"That… will be all." Gillean clapped her hands, and the camera turned off, the lights turned off. "That was amazing, Mr. Blackwell."

"Call me Cypher. I'm used to that."

"Then please call me Gillean," she replied and softly slid closer to his side. "So I'm sitting with the founder of Obsidian."

"One and only," Cypher replied, tasting the scent of her perfume. "Need a drink?"

Gillean nodded and licked her lips. "I would love to drink something… tasty."

Cypher noticed it all. The hints she was dropping. Her nipples hard. Her closeness. But he said nothing and grabbed a can of Nicola for himself.

"May I use your bathroom?" she asked.

"Straight from the right." Cypher pointed to her and watched her leave. Her hips were wide, and in that tight skirt, they looked fantastic with that narrow waist. He couldn't help but imagine what was inside. How much of it was organic?

He remained seated, drinking and chatting with Atlas about the interview.

Clop! Clop!

Right then, he heard a sound returning. Of heels striking the floor. When Gillean came into his view again, he lost his breath. She was fucking perfect, not in a natural way, yet she looked natural.

Gillean, in front of him, was completely nude. From head to toe, and no undies. She stood there in the distance, one hand on her belly, the other on her chest. Her loins were clean shaven; he could see her puffy pussy lips and the hint of that hidden slit through that mouth-watering thigh gap.

Her skin seemed flawless, and she wasn't thin. She had a full, curvy body, tight and meaty, yet not fat at all. Her breasts were large, round, perfect, and the pink-tipped nipples were both identical.

"What is this?" Cypher asked, noting her jewelry. She had a golden thing on her left arm, fingers, thin golden bracelets, and a pearl necklace tight on her neck like a choker.

"Negotiations," Gillean replied, no shame as she walked closer and stood in front of the coffee table.

Cypher was hard. He eyed her from top to bottom. Thick thighs, juicy tits, and a pretty face. He heard no warning from Atlas that a secret camera was working, so he was relaxed.

"For what?"

"Mr… Cypher." Gillean turned around and leaned.

She moved like liquid, hips rolling in a teasing rhythm that made her ass sway hypnotically. Her asscheeks stirred softly with each step. She bent forward at the waist, arching her back, and reached behind with both hands. Her manicured fingers spread her asscheeks wide, revealing everything. Her perfect, bare pussy glistened, puffy outer lips parting to show the moist pink inside, her tight little pucker just above it. She held the pose, letting him drink in the sight, her juices already catching the light.

"We are both adults. We are professionals." Gillean continued, standing straight again, facing him and spreading her legs, showing him everything. "I would love to have… exclusive bites from you."

Cypher smirked. This was just a regular part of corporate culture in Night City, from what he knew. So, he didn't mind. He relaxed and stared at her pussy, which she herself spread with fingers.

"And what's in it for me?"

Gillean smiled brightly, all teeth visible. She put one hand on her breast, lifting it. "Everything… all of it… all of me."

"What're you waiting for?"

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