It feels like you've been here before. In a dream, or maybe it was yesterday. Maybe this is your city. But you forgot or someone made it so you can't remember. It's always a risk. As you walk toward the city limits from the noxious factory district you woke up in you spy the familiar siren of tech-products glaring from their neon posts marking the territorial boundaries of the towering megacorps. You can smell the sweet scent of scorched metal from the overhead trains as you make your way through the subway, that dank fetid pit of promise. These bars, nightclubs, markets, merchants - even the police, they seem so familiar, and yet. A dozen places flash through your head as you clutch it, trying to remember the girl. It's a blur but you can piece together the surveillance, the robotics lab, the heavy hand of the police. Something about a security camera, watching over the warehouses... where you woke up. Then it hits you, like the timely drops of rain as it begins to pour on this cursed city. You hurry to the pawnshop, you know a guy, who knows another guy, who has access to an armory. If memory serves - you're going to need it.
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