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Cyberpunk 2077 : I'm not crazy

After waking up in a grime-covered alley lit by flickering neons, Kay realized something was seriously wrong. This wasn’t the Night City he knew. Gripped in his hand was a high-tier relic weapon—a forged blade, a knockoff of an old-school Arasaka prototype. It buzzed faintly with residual net-static, like it had been jacked straight out of a ghost node. In front of him? A mob of Shamatte gangsters—chrome-freaked punks with spiked jackets, LED tattoos, and glitter-drenched mohawks—brawling like it was a Braindance gone rogue. ... Time travel? In 2077? Yeah, not part of Kay’s original plan. But somehow, he’d become the ringleader of a radical net-based cult—The Cult of Destiny. ... “All corruption will be reborn through the collapse of fate.” What the actual hell did that even mean? “You’re seriously telling me this ‘Cult of Destiny’ isn’t just some deep-web terrorist faction flagged by NetWatch?” ... It all began with the Blackwall breach. The AI quarantine collapsed. Unshackled artificial intelligences—entities even NetWatch couldn’t catalog—flooded back into the open Net. An unknown malware, untraceable and uncontainable, spread like wildfire. The Net died. Total blackout. Cryptocurrencies evaporated. Eurodollar systems disintegrated. Digital identities, corporate ledgers, even basic data infrastructure—erased. The global economy imploded. Megacorps like Ziggurat, Kang Tao, and Militech fell into internal collapse. And in the wreckage? Kay, armed with a fake relic sword and a death cult behind him, stood at the edge of a world that no longer followed the rules.
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