Chapter 43 - 42: Psychic Cabin!
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Whether Arthur could return to work after investing in prosthetics depended entirely on the whims of Night City's corporate overlords. Most companies didn't care about their workers once the transaction was complete. If you took out a loan to get your body modified for work, odds were you'd be fired not long after. They'd keep the intermediary fee, and if you couldn't repay the loan? That was your problem.
It didn't matter. In Night City, corporations only cared about profits. If you couldn't keep up, you'd be dumped—discarded like scrap. And if you were unlucky, you'd be trapped in a cycle of debt for life.
After leaving Arasaka Academy, Arthur headed for Little Chinatown. His goal: visit Lao Wei's workshop to pick up some essential parts and begin constructing a prototype. Before, he might have needed help from other mechanical experts, but now he was one himself. Still, building a prototype wasn't just about functionality—it was about trust. In Night City, talk was cheap. If you wanted to do business, you needed something tangible to show. Proof mattered more than promises.
Arthur stopped in front of a familiar building and glanced at the sign. It was Misty's psychic hut.
He couldn't help but wonder how a place like this managed to stay in business in 2076. Then again, fortune-telling had always been a surprisingly profitable hustle, no matter the era.
As he opened the door, a wave of thick incense rolled over him—strong enough to choke out whatever passed for "air quality" in Night City. Compared to the already polluted atmosphere outside, this shop had a stifling presence of its own. The dim lighting, walls lined with charms and trinkets, and the ever-present scent of burnt herbs gave the space an uncanny vibe.
And, of course, the shop's greatest curiosity: the legendary separation chip said to be inspired by the Book of the Dead.