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Tylor was finished looking at himself and went over to grab the black vest that was lying around and started to put it slowly but methodically on his body where it started to clip into his other torso augmentations.

It was a weird feeling when this armor clicked and slid into other places inside his body that opened up the moment he started putting it on.

Or should he mention that he was more weirded out by the feeling of knowing instinctively where everything had to go? It was a clear wake-up call to what his life was now.

Soon when he finished, he looked like he was just wearing a thick, but tightly fitted, black sweater with a slightly more bulking chest and heavy wide shoulders.

There was even a silenced high-caliber pistol with a holster on his left thigh and 2 spare mags on the right side of his ribcage include. Otherwise, the vest was definitely a means of protection against violence.

He had to say that at least aesthetically the augmentations looked rather sleek and exuded a flair of elegance.

Not to mention being probably rather expensive by the memory that Tylor had about Deus Ex's economy.

Running a quick scan of himself he was even spot on with that. Everything inside his body right now was military grade. There was surprisingly still leeway up to optimize some stuff and even upgrade options. But mostly everything at military grade was a hefty sum.

From just one eye going for hundreds of thousands of eddies if translated into this world's economic value.

Sighing a little he was once again somewhat weirded out feeling so calm and accepting about this. Then again, it was already a done thing, and crying about it won't change anything. Might as well take the obviously placed stuff with him.

Taking a quick glance around for anything else he might have forgotten made him realize there was not much of anything else in this room now.

Taking the last piece of his clothing, which was his trenchcoat, he started walking through the rundown corridors of the abandoned ruin of a building and tried to find out where exactly he was right now.

When he walked past a few rooms with only the sound of the pebbles of concrete crunching underneath his boots, he noticed that some rooms still had some interesting things inside.

Not really on the interesting side of being anywhere useful, but more in regards to the history it had. Telling him exactly what kind of place this ruin was.

If he was not completely mistaken about the building this used to be, then he would immediately say that it was an asylum.

A place for the mentally ill people of the world that should have been treated for their ailments.

But unlike helping them, it looked like there were many unseen horrors still lingering in the surrounding.

There was enough evidence left behind and otherwise questionable tools and such lying around after all.

Just the room he was currently in showed some of it.

When he activated his smart vision there was a lot of reaction going on all over the floor and walls.

It looked like a sea of stars when looking to the left but when one slowly drifted over to the right-hand side it soon became a glaring blob of illuminating color.

What Tylor was currently doing was analyzing the blood on an old nearly rusted saw. And when he did so his implants showed him everything that was once contaminated with the liquid.

The starry sky was nothing more than a very large amount of sprinkled blood.

But what was grimmer was the other side where nearly the whole wall was shining right back at him. When his analysis was finished a holographic depiction of a person fully made of polygons was mopping the wall.

"Yep, I guess that's about right from how the contour of the blood looks..." Then he looked down to the bed right in front of said wall and placed the saw back on it. "What a sickening place..."

Tylor may have gotten accustomed to violence but he was still human. He felt guilt and other emotions just like any other.

At least, he believed he still did. he was not yet sure if his body was now still capable of such things.

Maybe a few things will be very useful at least. Though he still had to figure out most of his augmentations yet. For now, he did not have enough time to invest in going through everything.

Well, actually that was a lie but he wanted to leave this place first before anything.

So walking along further, he soon reached the exit. And with it came the realization that he was somewhere in nowhere.

A clear wasteland stretched itself out into what seemed to be hundreds of miles of just plain desert.

This world after all already passed the threshold that his last still had time to prevent. Global warming and overexploitation together with the massive amounts of garbage are polluting the planet to the brink of death.

Of course, the rich would just flee to the moon, mars, or venus. They would just not care as long as the money was still made here.

That was about everything and what happens to the earth, no one cared. Everybody knew but still, there was nearly no action whatsoever.

When the glaring sun hit his face he put his hand in front of himself until his tinted glasses appeared and dimmed the sunshine.

He really had to get used to that first. Especially his arms were clearly bothering him and he stared at his hands for a little bit.

But suddenly his hands started to change color slowly. From the pitch-black, they slowly started to become more bronze-colored, probably simulating the exact same color the rest of his still intact skin had.

That surprised Tylor for a quick second before information about his stealth appeared in his mind and that basically everything on his body could adjust freely in color to a certain degree.

That being said he still had some black and silver chrome shining through his knuckles like the TESLA augmentations.

Well, it was better than nothing, really.

But how is he supposed to get out of here now? That chesire bastard was not also kind enough to sponsor him a vehicle...right?

Tylor was somehow tempted to look around.

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