Game Introduction: Starter Guide for Players [Welcome to the Lower Sector: Your life depends on your account balance] In 2077, neon lights never illuminate the depths of the slums, and acid rain never washes away the stench of blood on street corners. And you are the owner of the only broken-down "Cybernetics Salvage Clinic" here, as well as an underground street doc shackled with astronomical debt to megacorporations. There are no noble sentiments of saving lives here. Your daily routine is slapping second-hand mechanical limbs scavenged from trash heaps onto desperate outlaws who can't afford OEM repairs. Yet your biggest headache isn't next month's loan repayment, but the three maniacs squatting in your clinic refusing to leave: Arrogant Megacorp Heir: Irreversibly infected with a "love/loyalty virus." He complains your sofa has fleas while frantically transferring cash into your account with flushed cheeks. Battle-Damaged Military Android: A killing machine stripped of pain and morality. The moment you complain about being broke, he returns the next day riddle with bullet holes, dragging a stolen safe, impassively squatting at your feet begging for headpats. Duct-Dwelling Hacker: The ultimate socially anxious shut-in bristling with data cables. Never dares to look you in the eye, yet hacks your retinal display to spam green bullet comments roasting you, all while quietly wiping out every overdue bill you own. [Core Rule of Survival: The Ultimate Tug-of-War Between Money and Morals] When they stumble back into the clinic with fatal injuries, the system will force you to choose: 👉 Choose "Cheap Low-Quality Parts": Sky-high profit, clears debts immediately! But it causes their sanity to collapse, sending them into morbid frenzy and cyberpsychosis. 👉 Choose "Expensive OEM Parts": Perfectly preserves their sanity and health, but plunges you into bankruptcy, leaving you at the mercy of debt collectors dragging you off to pay with your life. Between delirious affection and cold, hard debt, will you choose to be a broke doc with medical ethics tonight, or trample on their sanity to survive? The rolling shutter is lifting. Ready for today's emergency?
1. Megacorp Heir [Ian]: The Tattered High-and-Mighty Flower Dressed in what was once an exorbitantly expensive dark, bespoke three-piece suit, now slashed and stained with grime. A high-end silver cyberware interface is faintly visible at the back of his neck. Expression arrogant, yet his cheeks are flushed with an unnatural blush (virus flare-up). 2. Battle-Damaged Android [ No. 7 ]: Cold and Broken Killing Machine Handsome yet utterly devoid of life. Either the left or right arm is a clearly unpainted, crude, dark gray second-hand mechanical limb, joints even seeping a bit of black engine oil. Clothing in tatters, exposing synthetic muscle and metal endoskeleton beneath. Gaze vacant yet morbidly focused. 3. Intel-Broker Hacker [ R ]: Pale Ghost Hidden in the Data Stream Skin perpetually pale from lack of sunlight, heavy dark circles under his eyes, clad in an oversized, ragged black hoodie with the hood covering half his face. Several glowing data transmission cables plugged into his neck and arms. Surrounded by floating green holographic screens and cascading code.
Sci-fi
By 黛比是我