Cyberpunk 2077 Novels & Stories

Leyland, gobbled his down while Sol kept her eyes on a Tea shop that was swarming with activity. Customers walked in and out as casual as it went, completely uncaring of the Triad gangsters in their midst. The 14K hung out on the outside, talking by their modded cars, sporting dragon tattoos and gang insignias on necks. Some of the members were cyborgs, modifications varied but nearly everyone had a brain CPU implant or some external augmented reality glass stuck to the side of their heads. All this was as clear as day to Sol, courtesy of her enhanced cybernetic eyes capable of zooming in at targets roughly at 100 feet.

"I’m in." Noah Kim kicked his chair back, the screech echoing against the concrete. "Show me," Dominic said. "A sync bridge," Sophia interjected, her eyes narrowing. "It’s not a bridge, Soph. It’s a goddamn highway. The laptop is sitting inside the Tokyo network right now, shaking hands with the cloud. It’s a wide-open window, and we’re climbing through." Dominic stepped into the blue light of the screens. "How do we kill it?"

Inside, the air tasted of copper, ozone, and the stale artificial breath of an enclosed ecology. Anna stepped out of the iron lift, her armored boots clicking against the pristine white stone platform that ringed the glowing fractured sphere of Node 02. The sound was sharp and brittle swallowed instantly by the colossal open space of the sub-oceanic cathedral. Her golden cipher HUD hummed softly inside her visor, casting geometric lines of warning metrics, cascading golden equations, and crimson failure threats across her vision. The data was a visual fever, a frantic warning of a countdown nearing its zero-hour.

My thick fingers fly across the mechanical keys. The screen flares to life, casting a cold, electric-blue glare across my face. I skip the regional network entirely, bypassing the local pack proxies to bypass the hard-coded firewalls of the Vesper Command Nexus—the central underworld intelligence matrix that controls every territory line, weapons shipment, and blood-oath ledger across Ravenshire City. A high-level alert flashes across the terminal in jagged red glyphs: CRITICAL OVERRIDE DETECTED // BLACKTHORN TRANSIT SYSTEM COMPROMISED. My teeth clench. My heart hammers a fierce rhythm against my ribs as the latent power in my blood heats up, sharpening my vision until every line of cascadin

Cain's father admitted, shrugging. As soon as the words had left his lips, the window behind us shattered into a thousand shards of glass. We all ducked and I looked up just in time to see the large black wolf leaping over me and latching its mouth onto Weber's jaw. In one swift and bloody movement, Weber's head was detached from his body and hanging from Cain's mouth. Zak grabbed me as I saw Cain begin to morph back into a human. Before either of us could blink, Cain stood in front of Zak and head-butted him.

High above the toxic, swirling ash clouds of the Pacific Rim, a new crimson dot began to pulse with blinding intensity. < TRANSFER OF COUNCIL AUTHORITY INITIATED. PRIMARY NODE SECURED: NEO-TOKYO. > The hologram shifted, rendering a three-dimensional model of the new threat. It wasn't an underwater fortress or a grounded sphere. It was a sprawling, jagged, cyberpunk metropolis composed of towering neon spires and heavy durasteel, suspended entirely in the stratosphere by massive anti-gravity repulsors. It was riding out out the centuries inside a perpetual, irradiated super-storm.

A warning light blinked as it passed, and the trio waited silently until it was gone. Only then did Abigail speak.“Every time I see one of those things, I wonder what it’d take to bring one down.” “One dream too many, maybe.” Tunde said, he looked up, past the quarry’s ridge.There it was again, the Citadel. White and gold, suspended like a god’s mirage behind the shimmer of protective fields. Its smooth towers glowed even through the smog. Somewhere in there, music played through perfect speakers, food was hot every night, and sickness… was curable.

he muttered contentedly. The exotic sniper rifle could be sold for 20,000 Commonwealth credits. If he can get lucky, he might be able to get about 23,000 Commonwealth credits. “I can’t wait to turn these items in for cash. Let’s get online to search,” he muttered excitedly. He quickly went online through his implant; his consciousness was slowly drawn into the virtual world. Using your implant to go online is just like leaving your body for an outside exploration with your soul. Technology has grown to the point, that the internet has changed a standard site to become its own virtual world.

A chill runs down my spine as I read the words on the screen. The Daily Herald Online Crazed Fable fan admits to being part of Silver Circle cult Talia Durham London – Victoria Webb, the twenty year-old fan arrested on Friday night after she attempted to stab Fable front man Felix Lockhart, has told police that she is a member of the elusive Silver Circle cult.

"It's a flaw in your code. I'll make sure to fix that in Version 2.0." --- ### The Final Rewrite The blue light from the sky was growing brighter. The heat was becoming unbearable. Through the glass walls of the garden, I could see the ruins of the world starting to glow as the orbital laser began its "Pre-Heat" phase. "The Seed," the boy said, held out his hand. "Give it to me, and I’ll put you and the Rowan-unit in a special server. A private paradise. Just the two of you, forever. No wars. No hunger. No death."