It’s been a few weeks since I stepped foot Night City, as if an infinite hangover ran through my body to prevent me from returning. It is not for less, because the last time I put myself at the controls of Cyberpunk 2077 I ended up dying in the city dump and with Johnny Silverhand looming which ghost of Christmas past. We have to straighten the course again, because now I have really hit rock bottom.
Wait, what?
That a former terrorist is touching the nose every two by three is not my favorite plan to wake up, but I know that neither the Relic nor Silverhand offer concessions. I’m dying from a cyber parasite that I can’t get out of my head, so I have to resort to any help that comes my way. Takemura is the main thread to pull from; It’s not normal for someone to come pick up a corpse from the garbage.
As I go to the rally point I see on the news that Lucius Rhyne, the mayor, has died peacefully. Subtle way of disguising what I imagine to have been a planned murder, but I have no proof. What is clear to me is that Walter Holt and Jefferson Perales are going to face each other in the elections, for which I am genuinely interested. What I did not expect is the call from jackie’s mom. Hell, he thought his death was over and I don’t want to have any more moral dilemmas.
I want to stick to the character role I’ve created, a ruthless Corpo who doesn’t care in the least to be trampled. I tell him that I don’t know if I’ll go to the funeral, at least I keep the doubt present with the icon on the map. I sit with Takemura and understand his motivations for accusing Yorinobu of patricide, but he wants him to believe that there are people in Arasaka who want the company to grow steadily. A crowd of people that the only feeling they know is ambition; I’ve come out of there, I know what I’m saying. The worst part is that I can’t afford, for now, not to play their cards, so I agree to meet with neutral people to tell them what happened at Nakatomi Plaza.
After Johnny shows up again to rant, I decide my next target should be find out what diantress has happened to Evelyn. We were supposed to have a deal to give Dex his hair—now all he gives is stink from his body—and no one knows where he is. Understandable, on the other hand; I too would have turned to dust as soon as Arasaka decided to unleash his entire arsenal against me. The other option was Anders Hellman, the Relic’s engineer, but that will be a matter for later.
Here’s one of those role-playing decisions I want an RPG this deep to accept. I moved on from Jackie’s mom, more or less, and I want to do the same with Judy, the neurodance expert at Lizzie’s. I coax out that Evelyn must have been hiding in her old brothel, and she begs me that if I find Evelyn, I’ll call her and tell her where she is. Once again, I choose not to reject her outright, but I certainly don’t give her an affirmative answer. Whatever happens in Clouds, the choice must be mine and I have to suffer the consequences.
sinister pleasure
Clouds is one of the most unique places around Cyberpunk 2077. Not just because it’s the equivalent of going to a brothel, but because his methods are unconventional. The dolls see how a personal profile of the client is introduced to them, brainwashing them to conform to desires of it and not remembering anything once the appointment ends. A deal that may seem fair, but carries the risk that the internal system fails and they all go to hell.
That is not the worst. The worst thing is that when taking my car a Delamain collides with it and sends it to fry asparagus. The tragic thing is that my role is that of a person who does not directly dirty his hands unless it is essential, which prevents me from stealing cars by force. Yes, I’ve been playing for a couple of hours running through the streets, but at least I’ve improved my physical attributes. Along the way, I begin to bond with Silverhand, who wants to destroy Arasaka, but he seems willing to do so without hindering his survival. I’m not complaining, of course.
Skye is the doll I choose and you have to admit that the program is well done. She takes me wherever she wants with her conversations, I end up snuggling up to her and encourages me to go all out to conquer Night City. After a couple of hacks and snooping contact with the pimp, the Woodcutter. The guy confesses that a netrunner got past Clouds’ defenses and now Evelyn is really just that, a doll. He hasn’t sent it to recycle by a miracle and says that a quack named Dedos is the one who will give me answers. Evidently, I decide not to tell Judy anythingit is an optional task that I pass olympically.
light bulb on
One more call from Takemura alerts me, assuring that he wants us to meet up with an old friend, but I don’t know if I’m being too paranoid anymore. I don’t even trust my shadow and even above all I think about betraying everyone. Arriving at the clinic of the bastard of Dedos, the design decision that I have liked the most so far from Cyberpunk 2077
If I want to pass, I can do it at the cost of insulting them and then apologizing. I am not going to drag myself in such a way before garbage of this caliber, so everything indicates that I am in a dead end, literally. I restart game several times, try different approaches and can’t find the way… until I look up. Will it be possible to go over the ledge, hack the window and get in right under their noses? The mother who brought me, she can and I smile mischievously.
What I don’t like is not what Fingers is doing to a young woman, but that Judy appears as soon as she steps on the floor of the room. She hadn’t called her, it was something optional, she can’t know where I am, or appear suddenly. Why let me call her or not if she’s going to show up anyway? She has annoyed and surprised me in equal measure and I don’t understand why CD Projekt makes such a mistake. Regardless of sending my role-playing fantasy down the drain, I barely discover anything.
There is a very fine thread to draw from called NeuroX, which is nothing more than the most extreme pornographic content. A kind of Deep Web where to find macabre neurodances. That is a chapter that I will check later and this time I will not go to paw. I bought an Archer Quartz EC-L R275 for 31,000 edis. It’s not the car of my dreams, but at least it doesn’t fail at the first change.
