"Thats the one reason why I like doing this kinda work, I get to meet all sorts of people." Courier services and other freelance work from a wandering woman. "What's with that look? Yes my tail and ears are real!" //More information below this. //Please Like and Rt!

Robot girls!

Parts? What about them? Granted, good luck finding metric in Night City—

You know some would call me a robot girl? Replace enough of your body and everyone starts acting like you're not human. . . Annoying.

Ahh, I see what you mean then, yes... All my parts are still meant to augment flesh or work with flesh in some capacity. Even the full replacements I have for various things are like that.

Every day, we drift closer to me activating the thermonuclear device buried in my chest.

Contingency measure planted by the government I worked with. Also so I can literally be the hydrogen bomb in that one meme thingy.

I know, isn't it exciting?!

It's perfectly sealed!

Oh fine, the nuke was a joke. Pussies.

Please, Alana, I'm German, not Russian!

Wha- But I'm the ultimate Übersoldaten!

// Apparently everyone I follow is dead or something.

When you're watching that burrito spin in the microwave at three in the morning.

"To the radio-???" She's sitting there inside a darkened car in a nearly empty parking garage- Waiting for a target to show themself. The radio her only companion. "These DJs... Well- Her voice is nice and the music is good... So..."

// Probably should note that at this point, she's not strictly cyberpunk considering the verse is kinda dead.

Just keep a baseball bat next to the door like the pirate stations in Germany do and let the claps continue!