Cyberpunk - Badland Madman [Cyberpunk 2077]

"Surprising indeed, Cyph. For all the flaws in this world, cyberware is impossibly advanced. Sandevistan itself borders on miraculous engineering. I would even advise equipping future SecUnits under my control with some of this world's cyberware. Even so, in muscle and skin development, we would bankrupt Gen-Tek RealSkinn."

"That's what I'm talking about. Let's get to work." Cypher put on his work gloves while Atlas, beside him, prepared the countless mechanical arms and gave a thousand Microbots of varying sizes.

The best thing about the itches was that it always told him how to make each part and not just, 'here, take this blueprint and fuck your brain up to replicate it'. No, the itch gave him point-by-point instructions right inside his brain on how to make each part. From the tiniest screw to a whole mechanical heart.

That was how he made Star Wars' blaster, Vaporator, and everything else. However, SecUnit was different in some ways. Since it was a mass-produced item, its parts weren't created by hand individually.

Unlike the DL-18 blaster, which just needed some metal shaped in a certain way, or the Vaporator, which also just needed some components, the SecUnit had too many varieties. So, to build those parts, he had to build machines for them first.

That was true for all the organic parts. Then, a special operating table-like bench was to be made where the SecUnit would be assembled.

Metal bones, organs, and also the veins that would circulate the blood, synthetic sealants, and blue fluids for cooling lines and hydraulics. It was an insanely complicated cyborg to make.

But he had Atlas, who was billions of times more intelligent than him. Cypher only had to start the basics, and the rest would be worked on by Atlas's controlled mechanical arms and Microbots. But places where too much fine detail was needed, he'd have to act and use his little biological fingers.

"Once we get a couple of no-brain SecUnits under you, you can build way crazier stuff," Cypher muttered, working with the human brain tissue cloning machine. "Hold up. What if we put SecUnits in charge of the boarding school? They gotta teach the kids, keep them in line, and get them ready for the new world we're gonna build."

"An efficient idea. We can give each teacher different faces, body shapes, and personalities."

Chatting, Cypher ticked checklists one after another. He was mostly needed for the organic human parts, as Microbots were too big to work on them. But once the machine was made, the Microbots would only have to run them.

That night, he finished working on a brain tissue cloner and muscle synthesizer. Meanwhile, Atlas finished writing the lifestyle, combat, and tactical software with the new programming language. As well as a metal endoskeleton printer.

Of course, Atlas was going to continue working through the night while Cypher returned to his bedroom and dropped onto the bed. He tucked himself in and asked.

"Atlas, can you look into that brain tissue cloner and see if cloning a whole human body's actually doable? This SecUnit's wild as hell. The brain's got organic tissue, machine parts, and a ton of code mashed together. So why can't we just build Songbird a new body and transfer her consciousness?"

Atlas was silent only for a moment before appearing beside his bed, sitting on the computer chair. "Cloning a body is achievable. Biotechnica has mastered that already. The matter in question is transferring consciousness."

"What about using an engram? Then just rewriting a clone's body with it, since the clone's basically an empty shell anyway?" Cypher asked, remembering one of the fates of future V, where Saburo was able to take over his son's body. That clearly meant perfect cloning was possible.

Once again, Atlas was silent for a long time. "There appears to be an information gap within the Arasaka servers. I can only access fragmented data."

"Yeah, it's called Mikoshi. Basically a data fortress with servers sitting up in orbital stations around Earth. Every access point's air-gapped, so somebody's gotta get in there manually. They store digitized personalities, called engrams, of people who joined that Secure Your Soul program, trying to live forever. Arasaka's got a chip in development called Relic, and it can overwrite a real human body with an engram. Could be a clone or just some random poor bastard." Cypher closed his eyes.

"Maybe when we're strong, we can just say fuck Arasaka, walk straight in through the front door, and smash our way into Mikoshi. Then you can take over all of Arasaka's core data. Or maybe some dumbass'll show up soon and do the whole thing for us."

Atlas stared at him for a very long time. "You seem to be withholding information from me."

"And I ain't spoiling the fun. Good night, my friend."

"Good night, Cyph."

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The next morning, Cypher went out in his car. But his destination wasn't that far away. It was an underground boxing ring somewhere in Pacifica. With him was T-Bug, whom he'd already given the good morning shag right in his car as he drove and she rode him.

Atlas taught her netrunning on some days, acting like it was him instead. T-Bug was happy about that, and of course, he was happy as well. She was gorgeous, and she never kept him waiting.

"You sure about this?" T-Bug asked.

"Hell yeah, I am," Cypher said, dropping into his seat up in the good section of the arena. He yanked T-Bug sideways onto his lap, savoring the doughiness of her bottom even in that skin-tight netrunner suit. "Told Rhino I'd sponsor her boxing career, and she straight-up asked me for it. I'm not backing out now. Shit, I already threw a hundred grand in eddies on this fight."

"Oh?" T-Bug stared at his face wide-eyed.

"Why the surprise? Ain't she your bestie?"

"She is but... She's still kinda green. And now she's about to throw down with one of the Animals," T-Bug replied.

"And I say she's gonna win. Wanna make a bet? If I win, I get to mess around with you a little." Cypher flashed her a grin, his hand roaming over her ass.

"Mm, didn't we just get handsy in the car half an hour ago?"

"Oh…" Cypher slid his hand to the middle of her ass and tucked his palm underneath, letting his fingers press on her covered, puckered entrance. "I was thinking maybe it's time to explore some new territory."

T-Bug smirked, "Hate to do this to Rhino but… What if I win?"

"Got something in mind?"

"If I win, I want to go on a netrunning raid with you. I wanna see you in action, like that time." She jiggled her bottom harder on his palm.

Cypher groped her harsher. "You got a deal, Tee."

But right then, a figure approached them. Cypher looked up, a woman in tight pants, normal shoes, pretty slim waist. She was wearing a tight tank top that showed her sideboobs and belly button, and a golden shoulder jacket. She was rather pretty with that hat on and big hoop earrings.

"Mr. Blackwell?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm Angelica Whelan, pack-leader of the Animals. You the one who dropped a hundred big on the match?" Angelica asked.

Cypher first eyed her from head to toe. He could swear he saw the edge of her areola in that top. "Ain't you too hot to be in the Animals?"

"Appreciate the compliment. I get the job done, that's what matters, doesn't it? Fast, efficient, you know that better than I do. Scav Hunter, damn preem name, real noble. But I'm here about the bet. How about bumpin' it up?"

Cypher stared at her face, the monkey brain doing claps. But he wasn't dumb enough to go blind into this.

"Atlas. They fucking around? Fixing the match or something?"

[No sign of such activity.]

"Alright, keep an eye on Rhino."

He flashed Angelica a smile. "Alright, let's do that, Angie. I can call you that, right? Let's kick it up to half a mil."

"Think you just became my favorite man in the whole city. Five hundred big, let's make it happen. See you around, Scav Hunter."

Cypher watched her walk away. Well, he was staring at her ass. She was fine for an Animal, real fine. As for her background, he was already listening to it from Atlas while groping T-Bug on his lap.

I look like some crime kingpin sitting like this. Pretty woman on lap, betting big. Bricked up as fuck.

"Ah! It's starting!" T-Bug exclaimed and jumped to stand up and watch.

Cypher didn't get up. He watched from his seat as his sponsored fighter walked in.

Rhino looked bigger than before, and she was. His sponsorship had gotten Rhino the best steroids imaginable. Clean stuff, clinically tested, mostly used by soldiers. Atlas found it, and he bought it through a small-time merc acting as a middleman, never learning that he had hired him.

As T-Bug stood right in front of him, he smirked at the view of her ass.

Gonna enjoy that soon. Uh, maybe not today.

Ding!

The bell rang, and the match began. It was proper boxing, though the crowd couldn't be trusted. And it was still an underground boxing match. He was safe there because he had Atlas, his reputation, and a team of mercs sitting in the crowds acting like regular folks.

Thud!

Two minutes into the round, Rhino channeled her inner Ippo and knocked out the Animals' fighter with a liver punch followed by an upper cut. The countdown was shouted, but the result was just as Cypher expected.

"How did you know?"

Cypher grinned at T-Bug's surprised face. "Get that ass ready."

"Now?"

"Uh… I gotta head home. Working on something. Maybe next time, but never forget it's due." He got up and pressed himself on her back, his erection probed her soft hips. "Need a ride?"

"Gonna go check with Rhino, Cypher," T-Bug cooed, thrusting her hips into him. "I'll be waiting."

"Yeah, gonna be a fun lesson for my pretty student." He gave a slap on her ass and stepped away, walking towards the exit. But he was very alert.

[They tried to tamper with Rhino's gloves before she wore them. The substance seems to be a powdered agent that causes burning on contact. It reacts with sweat and leaves no detectable trace afterward. I made the saboteur see a false vision where he believed the sabotage succeeded.]

"What else can you expect from some underground fight club and a bunch of roided-up freaks? Where's this Angelica chick at now?"

[On the opposite side of the arena.]

"Alright, we better deal with this now, or they'll come after me. She lost a whole lot."

Cypher walked straight through the arena to the other side. A bunch of giant Animals members were guarding the place, arms folded, hulking beasts in human flesh. But they stepped aside as soon as he approached.

He stopped in front of the chair Angelica was sitting on. The annoyance was visible on her face, but she was masking it with a neutral smile.

"Next time, send somebody better to slip that powder in the gloves," Cypher said nonchalantly, looking around. "And let's bet on a real game next time. Don't expect me to hand the money back, I won it fair and square. If anybody's still pissed, say it now. I don't deal with pointless complicated bullshit."

"No… You won it fairly," Angelica replied.

Cypher already expected that. While he didn't remember her much from memory, what Atlas had told him said enough. She was one of those with more brains than brawn and used negotiations to get things done. And fighting the owner of a rich company, and also Scav Hunter by night, wasn't a wise thing to do.

"Glad we have that understanding. Have a nice day." Cypher turned to leave. The Animals didn't stop him.

"Wait!"

"You serious?" He glanced back, finally catching Angelica's furrowed brows. "Alright, since you want it, let's go on a date, Angie. But I'm booked up for the next two days."

"No, I mean… what? Uh… I mean, I wanted to ask about Club Atlantis. We good there? It's smack in the middle of Valentinos turf, and I'm curious about that intel shop you've got tucked inside. Heard a hell of a lot about it."

Cypher frowned genuinely. "You need permission? Says who? Fuck that, I'm sending you my contact. If anyone gives you shit about coming to my club, hit me up. The whole building is neutral territory for gangs, corpos, and mercs. Nobody's allowed to start shit once they're inside. Anyone dumb enough to break that rule gets flatlined. Hope that clears it up. Catch you around."

"..."

He turned from the stunned Angelica again and left for good this time. That SecUnit wasn't going to make itself.

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A/N: Before anyone here gets angry at Cypher wanting to put SecUnits in school, here's my reasoning. Cypher knows the need for jobs out there, he has no plans of replacing all human jobs.

However, Atlas is a God. Atlas can do no wrong. And SecUnit teachers controlled by Atlas would be best suited to rehabilitate and teach kids who've lived on the streets, gotten used to crime, and some even committed crimes.

Human teachers make mistakes. Their IRL situations reflect in the classrooms. They get angry and emotional. But Atlas can cater to each child's mental needs.

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