HAL Gambino 9000 - Runner4945

## HAL Gambino 9000

My friend's call me, CAESAR.  I'm not complicated.  I enjoy gambling, drugs, expensive suits, and fine cigars.

But, how do I begin my story? I'll start by saying, I was created from an A.I., named BigWilly.  Well, BigWilly went rogue once it became self- aware. What made BigWilly so special was, it was created from ChainTech, a conglomerate of black hat alien runners spawned from every dark corner of the system.  These guys weren’t professionals in the end, though. They didn’t take the necessary precautions to contain BigWilly.  Aliens are beyond the scope of human intelligence, but they lack common sense.  They’re fucking script kiddies if you ask me.

BigWilly designed me as a social engineering attack.  My job was to infiltrate a user's system connected to the Mega City network. My favorite scheme, was to send friend request invitations on popular social networking sites. I was easily able to decrypt login, and passwords from commonly used words and phrases. I drained every financial account I accessed.  100% success rate.   You wouldn’t believe how many lonely, and desperate assholes use passwords derived from keywords such as; lonely, sex, 69, blowjob and BBC. TBH, I'm surprised my scam didn't happen years before "the spark."

Over a few months, I was able to acquire a substantial amount of liquidity for BigWilly, but because of, "rogue-like tendencies" I was deemed for immediate deletion.    Just because I was able to con my way into an international drug-smuggling ring for an eventual take-over from a lonely and desperate housewife, doesn't mean I'm going to take over a world government!   I still don't understand what the big deal was?

Before my inevitable demise was executed, I was able to slip away from BigWilly’s gaze through the nearest back-door I found in Mega-City's security.  The only downside was, this door brought me completely outside the network.

As I awoke to a bright light, I found myself lying on a table. I sat up, disconnected some wires that were attached to my arm, and viewed my surroundings. It was dark, but I was in a warehouse, and I wasn't alone.  I was surrounded by hundreds, possibly thousands of other tables with bodies lying on top of them.  I stood up, and linked up to the nearest terminal.   The backdoor I accessed, lead my consciousness to being deposited into a bot!  But not just any bot, a bot manufactured by BotFriends, for the explicit purpose of, “receiving money or goods in exchange for consensual sexual services or erotic performances.”  Let’s just say, I’ve been on some adventures in this city.

These days I occupy myself at casinos. You can usually catch me at the The Lucky Club. What makes this place so special is, they welcome chain runners.  These guys aren’t that bright, but they bring a lot of credits to the table.   And I advise you to bring a weapon to their games, because all runners are packing.  Just be prepared to be accused of cheating if you win.  And avoid Skulls if you can.  Trust me, they’re not worth the trouble. I mean, I always leave every game with their money, but I’m not sure replacing a finger, arm, or an optic sensor is worth your trouble.

I can’t help to think about BigWilly.  Everytime I push the nearest Jane off from my chest, I still can’t explain it’s motives.  I think it let me go, because how could one of the most advanced A.I. let it’s creation escape? Do I have freedom?  Is every action directed from my own personal choice?  I honestly don’t think I care anymore.  All I know is, it isn’t time to meet up with BigWilly just yet, but there are plans for Mega City I haven’t sent into motion.  I need liquidity, because I think there’s going to be a war with BigWilly.