Cyberpunk 2077: Act 2, Part 21—The Fool IV
Channel: That Weird Guy From Work
Date: 2024-01-15

Seems like the PD's taken an interest in a neighbor of yours. Even sounded like they knew each other. Will you assume the mantle of a concerned, responsible citizen and ask what's going on? I mean, if you got a potential psycho for a neighbor, wouldn't you want to know?
Who am I kidding, you ARE a concerned, responsible citizen, somehow. Out of all the people to get stuck with in Night City, the guy who picks up people's trash and follows traffic laws.
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So Regina correctly identified you as a one-man army and decided to point you in the approximate direction of cyberpsychosis of all things. Understandable, seeing as most of our heroic badges seem to vanish from the scene at the mention of "cyberpsycho."
I'm gonna be honest, V, I still don't trust that she wants them alive for research. Really fuckin' hope she does, but...I dunno. Somethin' about a media-turned-fixer with connections to Kang Tao, it just makes me itch. Don't fuckin' trust it and neither should you. Think she might be playin' your heart like a six-string.
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I kinda like this Delamain. He's comfortable in his own code, not ashamed to be a talking car. He's asked you to find one of his rides in Northside, so I say we do him a favor.
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Ain't you a little old to be dreamin' about a pro racing career? Still... be a damn shame to let a preem set of wheels like this go to waste. Just let the mayor – actin' mayor, whatever – know if you wanna shut down any city streets. Or don't – fuck that guy.
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Ozob... Quite the name. Don't know why, but the sound of it gets creepy circus music stuck in my head. Maybe the dude was an acrobat or lion tamer or some shit. Never know in this city. And we won't know till we call him and find out.
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Maybe these strange images that you're seein' really do exist. Or maybe the biochip's already turned your brain into scop and salmon casserole. Whatever the case, spotting these symbols in unexpected places feels like a mystery beggin' to be solved. In your shoes, I'd have a word with Viktor of that chakra chick about these. Should interest at least one of 'em.
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Sandra Dorsett... that chick you pulled out of a scavs' nest with Jackie? Man, give someone an inch and they take a mile... This databank must be pretty special to her if she ain't even willing to go through a fixer. Well, damn... now I'm kinda curious. Gonna help out - or play by the rules of the game?
Oh yeah, speakin' of that gig, I found these two messages in your "pre-mortem" data archives, think Jackie wrote 'em: 

"Wakako Okada's got us a gig. Fixer got an SOS call from one of her clients, Sandra Dorsett. All signs point to her having been plucked off the street by scavengers. Motherfuckers are in the biz of carving people up and selling their implants on the black market. Think it's time we paid them a visit. Whaddaya say, ese?"
"Whenever we go see Wakako and walk into that pachinko salon of hers, I get this weird, like, tingling feeling on the back of my neck. I dunno, V, she's all knots of weird. Anyway, she promised a special reward for this job with Sandra Dorsett. All we have to do is go see her on Jig-Jig Street."

Well, you already collected for the job, yeah? Sent the money to Mama Welles like a good little boy scout? Yeah, sounds like you.”
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Y'know, V, you've seen my memories, you know I didn't practice what you preached with patience bein' a virtue. I was more of a "half as long, twice as bright" type of dude. That bein' said, you may just be onto somethin'.