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  4. My god Becca…😍 Sink your fangs in me already!

    +/ Night City Stories +/ Chapter 62, Part 1 – Displeased to Meet You

    The heavy pattering of rain on the windows are heard in a pitch black house. The only light being that of the dim street lights outside bleeding in through the closed curtains. The rolling thunder and lightning continues into the night as the empty house lay untouched. A bright light can be seen through the bottom crack of a door leading down into the basement.

    Netty is seen re-watching his interaction with the white avatar via his scraper program over and over again from various angles. As his eyes flow with code he uses another interface to conduct code stylometry in an attempt to identify the avatar. However, his father was unable to thoroughly teach him the practice making his understanding of the process fairly weak. Results are uncovered but without the ability to understand and fully trace the origins. Frustrated, He hits a wall in his research.

    Netty is next seen in his father's runner chair still in the basement of the home, jacked into the net. As he lay motionless on the chair, he enters the net, returning to the communication domain he originally met the unidentified white avatar in.

    As he slowly walks around the red hued domain overlooking the pacific ocean during sunset countless thoughts begin to race through his mind. Since originally meeting Brian and Zaunya his life has changed significantly. Whether it be the violence, the recognition of his rep, who he is and some of his exploits, nearly having to execute that merc begging for his life… the killing… the romance. Its a lot to carry for such a young man. Not much older than the young lady who faded away in Brian's arms. Not to mention this cryptic ghost of a runner who seems to know everything about him. His blackwall disruption…the death of his friends… who is father is. As these various thoughts race through his mind and begin to overwhelm him, he pictures himself silently dancing with BugBear in his living room… This memory calms his mind in the moment and puts him at ease.. just long enough for him to realize a presence in the domain has re-entered. This causes him to reluctantly let go of the only thought that was comforting him. He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and shakes his head.

    "Knew you'd show." Netty says with his back turned toward the white avatar who's revealed themself. He continues.

    "Just so you know… Runner to Runner… There are better ways to go about making an intro."

    "I'm surprised you'd return here." The avatar says in a distorted cyber voice

    "Wouldn't expect you to know or understand the significance of this place. A place like this…. carries memories i'd rather forget." Netty responds

    The avatar pauses briefly before responding. "Makes you wonder why we take the time to create places like this. A place to go when the worst has happened…when all hope is lost."

    "How do you know my father." Netty says abruptly changing the subject and finally turning around to face the avatar.

    The avatar doesn't respond and continues to stare out into the sunset alongside Netty. He breaks the silence.

    "Come on choom… What are we even doing here at this point. Gotta be a reason you went through all this." He says in a tired tone.

    The avatar finally speaks.

    "Back in the 2000s.. Were some of my fondest memories… It was such a simpler time. We were young and reckless but. We were.. free.. Truly free… In control." Netty focuses in on the avatar, listening attentively. The avatar continues.

    "Running at the time was done for a bunch of different reasons… It was an art. A culture. It instilled a sense of true autonomy in a world quickly losing it to the corporate capatlist structures. Corporations at the time were running rampant… Corrupt personal data accumulation, spying on the local innoncent, blackmail exploits on the working class unions and small upstart businesses. we crushed em all at the leisure of our own will. Your father was close with a good friend of mine once upon a time. We'd bring Nathan in on some of our… exploits. Whenever we'd hit a dead end or needed someone who could think outside the box. He didn't always agree with the shit we were doing.. said most of it was quite dramatic and unecessary. But he always ran with us… no matter what we asked. He was there. Never really asked him why to be honest. Kinda how things were back then. Loyalty and reputation was through your actions. While the rest of us were being reckless.. moving fast and breaking things; Nathan was a surgeon. precise and absolute with his methods and programs." The avatar pauses briefly and takes a deep breath. "We were such a small group who knew each other… made us close."

    "The 2000s..? He never really talked much about those days with me. Not as much as some of my friend's dads at least. Usually kept me in the dark about his younger days. What uhm… what friend are you talking about??" Netty asks as the tension in his body rises.

    You may have heard of him… although i'd guess not. His name is Edger." The avatar says in a dead, distorted tone.

    This causes Netty's heart to sink as he gasps with his eyes wide open. He takes a few steps back from the avatar while looking directly at it.

    "Impossible…" He says under his breath as the avatar finally turns to face him.

    "Sp-…. Spider Murphy..?" He says in an uneasy tone.

    The bright white neon glow of the avatar dissipates as her true person is revealed. She sported red, long braided, Rapunzel like hair with jet black round eye glasses. Her Night City street clothes were presented in a retro fashion that complimented her beautiful aging features. She wore a white trench coat with a high collar and short sleeves. Shorter than Netty, she approaches him face to face.

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