Fair point, but this tarp over the hole I defend as my own “home” isn’t a far cry from what us poors were expected to bow & scrape for the privilege of before the Last Day changed everything everywhere for everyone. 🤷🏼♂️ It’s just hope seeping into common parlance again, I guess.
I still have a few mg of hope, the good stuff, uncut neurotransmitter prodrug. If you really want to feel it. I also, and i know this is kind of black market, but i have half an inhaler of vasopresin. I cant use it anymore; got full stapled for a contract back in '31. This is the good shit.
I hear ya, choom. The whole rock’s fucked and we’re just the last few koyo to slide off it. Though, I used to know a scrappy olblood from way back. Not even ink on ‘im, much less any shine. Last I heard, though: one of his homemade bunker betties glitched and fried him instead. It’s almost worth a stroll up the hill, to see if he’s still kickin’, but I prefer my face attached as it is.
Wait, you’re getting synthetic parts? Im getting ‘efficiencies’ and ‘weight reductions’ every few months. Had to give uo a kidney for my last gig, so they could ‘be sure i wouldnt drink on the job’.
Nah, that’s so you wouldn’t drink the bat juice & live for insurance to pay out. That’d get logged and flagged for review up top, but some clocker flatlines & froths out before medi even pings? That’s just another on the pile. Next.
I don’t, but the guy two tents over did. I made sure to thank him like a good neighbor, before closing our bartering session with a large rock.
Tents? Fancy. What corporation are you contracted with? Nestle? Blackwater? Walmart-yutani?
Fair point, but this tarp over the hole I defend as my own “home” isn’t a far cry from what us poors were expected to bow & scrape for the privilege of before the Last Day changed everything everywhere for everyone. 🤷🏼♂️ It’s just hope seeping into common parlance again, I guess.
I still have a few mg of hope, the good stuff, uncut neurotransmitter prodrug. If you really want to feel it. I also, and i know this is kind of black market, but i have half an inhaler of vasopresin. I cant use it anymore; got full stapled for a contract back in '31. This is the good shit.
I hear ya, choom. The whole rock’s fucked and we’re just the last few koyo to slide off it. Though, I used to know a scrappy olblood from way back. Not even ink on ‘im, much less any shine. Last I heard, though: one of his homemade bunker betties glitched and fried him instead. It’s almost worth a stroll up the hill, to see if he’s still kickin’, but I prefer my face attached as it is.
Wait, you’re getting synthetic parts? Im getting ‘efficiencies’ and ‘weight reductions’ every few months. Had to give uo a kidney for my last gig, so they could ‘be sure i wouldnt drink on the job’.
Nah, that’s so you wouldn’t drink the bat juice & live for insurance to pay out. That’d get logged and flagged for review up top, but some clocker flatlines & froths out before medi even pings? That’s just another on the pile. Next.