Cyberpunk 3147: into the Future with a Magic System?

ch 5: Scavenger

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Red lasers from a mechanic arm the top, a circular plate with three spider-like legs metallic joints where the laser jutted out from. It hovered over a slick metallic construct- a thick gauntlet reaching past half the hind arm.

The circular plate rotated at a certain interval, each joint shooting laser serving a purpose- cutting, welding... . The pair of gaunlets possed a silver white outer coating with lines running through them like joints snaking around from the wrist to the fingers segmented, the top of the gauntlets finger were claw like gleaming under the yellow light of the work bench.

The back of the palm possed a black like head embedded in a circular notch.

Rex stood beside the workbench drapped in a white work coat, a frameless red glass that bore virtual panels like controls sat on his nose bridge. Through the glasses, he controlled the machine with holographic control like a game console.

This was the last of his two week long cybernetic marathon. He called it- The Chaos Gauntlets. The tiny black bead at the centre encased in a purple transparent cover were one of the many corruption beads he got as a starter pack. The bead could be considered a grade-1 magic treasure.

'Ares scan'

[Scannings....it can be considered a pseudo level two cybernetic gauntlet. Great job master]

Phew! Wiping the non-existent sweat on his forehead, this has been the most problematic cyberwear he created. He motion forward slipping his hands into the gauntlet

Click- a metallic sound rang out as the gauntlet clipped on, black lights traced down from the power source- Corruption bead about the line joints back to the power case. Flexing the fingers, although the gauntlet was on the thick side, the fingers where slender and flexible. He dragged the claw on the workbench leaving a deep scratch.....he didn't even have to exert a bit of force

He turned about aiming the pulse located on the palm area. It charged up with a humm dark energy flowing through the channels to the repulser blast

Boom! The energy ejected blowing the pile of gears to a burning mush....melting into black liquid- a smell of burnt plastic and metals quickly filling the air.

Wow!" He exclaimed clenching his fist feeling power coursing through his veins. What he could do with this new profound weapon, he could finally protect himself and get revenge on old Rex enemies- a sharp glint flashing through his eyes. But the sensation didn't last long when he realized he was running low on cred

Sigh!

back to square one..........

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After the crossover Rex quickly acclimated to the world change, this world was were power rules and reigned, if he wanted to reach the heights he set, he had to adapt-time waited for no one.

His home was in a junkyard, a place Dante bought. A place discarded chrome were apently and maybe by a stroke of luck snagging a piece of top of the line neural chip or implants discarded by the elites dumped by the waste service ships from the sky.

They only came at month end and that was in a week

Dogtown was a place where predators lucked at every corner their wicked eyes scanned about looking for a prey devour, definitely not a place for kids to look for candy.

His predecessors was quite a figure here, Dante has taken on the role as a techie with his past knowledge walking with Shadow corp, he exposed a pseudo level-2 skill but in actual fact a level 4 mechanic. Although Rex was a dumb junk he learned quite a bit and Dante had a lot of neural chips bearing information about numerous stuff.

They require corresponding level to used and about two sublevel further to at least overwrite the algorithmic lock and obtain the info.

For now only level-1 neural chip was available to him....and even for that Dante had helped him open them showing how pathetic old Rex was

"Can't believe I am still bent on taking revenge for him"

Through the following days, Rex buried himself in piles of info inserting the chips into his neural port to study. After gaining some knowledge, he needed ways to protect himself-cyberwears and that led to the issue of materials and bionic but not to worry the junk yard got plenty.

He uses a broken level 2 AI on a disk like neural interface, he requests the help of Ares now an advanced algorithmic consciousness which he can't use fully... yet due to brain limit.

(He is too weak now and using such a powerful entity will override his brain and kill him. Typical)

They upgraded it to a pseudo level 3 AI ware which links with his NIM- Neural Interface Network. Easing things while he tinkers with bionetrics, the Jax- the improved AI controls builder and scavenger bots to look around the huge junkyard the side of two football fields and as deep as....God knows.

The warehouse is located on a hill while the junkyard is down below. Fortunate to snag some level 0 and level 1 alloys and cyberwears. He could melt and extract to create his own personalized chrome.

They even located scattered part of a V3 Predator product of Blackstar Tech- a huge conglomerate that specializes in external implants and mechas second only to Titan Forge.

Over the next two weeks, he created and put together a variety of Cybernetics : the chaos Gauntlets being one and the most prominent, cluster bomb borrowing corruption energy, a double pistol on the heavy side- one huge barrel mini energy blast and the smaller underneath for lead bullets, a small case the side of a baby that could transform into a rocket launcher using corrupted energy to blast enemies into ashes- one of his many iconic invention.

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Back to the present

Sigh! " I'm so broke a street rat roaming the dark alley probably has more cred on him than I have at the moment" Rex said placing the gauntlets into a case for storage

[You can take up a rouge job, you can contact that fixer...] Her voice trailed off. Ares has gone almost completely silent since they created the type-3 AI stand in.

He froze "yeah...why didn't I think of that" face palming. Merc although the profession with the highest death rate-72%, it was also the highest paying am the most profitable. He could quickly earn cred and test his new cyberware at the same time. Adrenaline coursed through him....eager for his first fight.

Although in the past he had killed and fought but compared to this era, an ordinary street rat can take out a top of the line sniper with the same sniper. The power of implants and bionics in plane view

With a thought his OAM lit up in his view... the blue interface catching, navigating to his contact list he scrolled to a name

'Viktor' composing a message

" I need a job, quick, fast, threat level between level 1 too pseudo level 2"

Sending with a thought

"Now we wait" the gaze of Rex distant as the futuristic worklab blinkered with LED light, holographic imagines and 3D demo...