Added by Valkyrie501 on Chyoa
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(Inspired by Cyberpunk 2077, Bladerunner, Ghost in the Shell, and several other dystopic/cyberpunk media pieces. Hoping to make this story just as impactful and deep as it will be horny. Some paths will have very specific fetishes that will have trigger warning in front of them.)
Jack: a boy fresh out of high school and down on his luck after moving to Bomb Bay (Mega)City looking to make some sort of name for himself. With pitch black hair and striking blue eyes, he really stood out from the crowd. Or he would, if every other person in the world wasn't body-modded to all hell. It's not like he was all too different from them, he certainly would make some changes to himself if he could. But the creds were a little tight at the moment. They had been for the last 12 years since his parents died and had to mostly take care of himself and his sister alone. And while that would probably be a recurring problem going forward, at least the change of scenery would (hopefully) present plenty of fresh opportunities to rectify that for him.
As for his sister, Maria, and why she isn't with him now, it's not important at the moment. As of right now she's doing whatever, in Texas doing whoever. And not something he'd like to linger on.
Right now, he has more immediate concerns. Like getting past City Outskirt Security with all his belongings intact and still in his own possession (even though he has practically nothing). Sitting in the musty waiting room, surrounded by some very suspicious people, his name was finally called on the intercom. Standing up, he took a brief moment to stretch his legs and headed toward room #7 for his security interview.
'Lucky number 7, hopefully...' he thought.
The room was dark, and he took a seat at the small, steel table in the center of the room, illuminated by a small light on the ceiling. Only a few short moments later, the door opposite the one he came through's handle turns, and a tall futa in office attire steps in and sits in front of him at the table. Typical hardass look, with pale blonde hair in a bun and toothpick in mouth. She looks exhausted.
"Duration of your stay?" She asks coldly, without looking up from her clipboard.
"Um, permanently, hopeful-"
"Business?"
"Undecided."
"Any contraband or goods you need to announce?"
"Negatory."
She looks up at him with a shrewd glint. "You sure?"
"Look, your people already gave me the pat down, and if you've seen the piece of shit I rode in on to here, you know it's so barely holding it together that I can't hide fuck-all inside it."
Her expression softens a hair. "Where you comin' from?"
"Texas, ma'am."
"All the way to New Cali from Texas? A cute boy like you, and all in one piece?"
Jack blushed a bit at the compliment. "I know how to take care of myself."
"Yeah? Or are you good at suckin' cock and traded it for protection to travel with one of those road gangs or caravans?"
"What? No, of course not! Look, can we just get on with the interview?"
"Relax, I'm just pullin' yer chain. Don't often get a face like yours walking in," the futa officer chuckled. "The entry fee will be 800 creds."
How does he pay the fee?
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