Cyberpunk:Dissonance

*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE-CRASH*

"Fuck man... Ah...eh? Oh, work nova" A bed cased into the wall covered in dull covers and stray pillows found its sole occupant once again in the waking land. A polluted neon chrome city rampant with crime and corruption top to bottom, politicians pulling time classic moves of sucking up to money.

While below in the gutters and alleyways much of the same happens here, honestly the world really hasn't changed much in the past hundred years aside from the fact that we can throw lead better and the human body is much too fragile without the touch of chrome. Then again, it's the metal that's been there since nearly the beginning outside of some odd few millennia humanity was without it. 'Eh fuck this thinking, nice to use the brain every once in a while, but too long then I get headache' a burly ganic looking choom undrapes himself from the covers before entering an adjacent room with all the commodities one would expect from a bathroom.

The shower starts by itself upon the man crossing the threshold, spitting steaming water upon his chiseled body, gradually the water cools then heat itself again in cycles. Unphased by it, the man scrubs himself with a synthetic soap that smells like a hospital. Thoroughly washing off yesterday's toils, just as suddenly as the shower was on, it was off the built-in dryer taking most moister off the guy as he dresses in a uniform nearby in record time. With brief stop at the armory and then the kitchen before going right out the door while throwing an overcoat over the whole uniform for a bit causality.

The constant cadence of his steps march droned out most of the idle chatter that would enter the ears upon leaving the apartment, mainly ads from various holographic screens that took place wherever was possible. Vending machines, random projectors and tv's placed with abandon as one would expect from a dystopian earth, smart windows, gym mirrors. Hell, he even saw a guy's BD play an ad through the immersion glasses.

Wherever a Corp could convince the common man to buy whatever they were marketing you'd best be damn sure there was an ad to convince you to fork out some cash for whatever need or vice you might want satisfied. The only spot in this megabuilding currently silent would probably be his own room, and the lift for a scant minute or so on the way down. Due to the fact that the manager neglects the screens present in the elevator for whatever reason. So the quiet ride down with a few residents who give nods to the large gruff figure was a small peace to cherish before he gets to the job, he calls his own.

"Hey Mr. Kalish, could you tell me how you got so big?" The lift stopped briefly to pick up more people on the way down so gradually the space filled with more residents, some more familiar with the giant then others.

A few glances were thrown towards the big guy before promptly ignoring him. The guy in question merely smiled "Good food and work make the body strong" he lightly posed before patting the kid on the head and exiting the lift when it reaches the ground floor. Some off handed remarks about surgery or chrome were thrown around before the crowd dispersed into the busy ground floor.

The figure now was sitting on the monorail, going towards the city center. The ride was noisy due to some kids bumping to what they called music but mostly it was peaceful, a rare occurrence. "Alright you bitches, hands where I can see them. No sudden moves or otherwise-*BANG*" The shell peppers some random minding his own business onto the window behind him "AGHHHHAA" Some chick screamed before getting the same shell ingrained into her frontal lobe "Anymore questions... Nada? Then put your preem shit in the bag or you'll end up another Night City mural eh!" The punctuates the matter with another shell going into the poor sap who caught the first one. Making bit of gore go onto nearby victims, before people started to take off any jewelry or accessories to put in the bag.

Alongside wallets and the odd cred chip, the thieves looked gleeful unaware of the eyes watching them. When the guys reached Kalish they immediately started with threats seeing no goodies held in hand, "HEY GONK, where's the goods huh? You short circuit with all that meat or you think your better than these zeros!"

He levels the hot barrel on his chest looking might cooked himself, he motioned to speak again but before he could a familiar barrel was resting inches from his face "Wha-*BOOM* his brains end up all over one of the exits, and before his friends even had time to shout, two more shots rang out in the cabin before the corpses finally landed on the floor.

Another few seconds passed before everyone eyed the big guy covered in blood from the evisceration of poor gonk who only had a few lines before he flatlined. Everyone only blinked before they went and thanked him and grabbed the bag full of their belongings, people scrambled to grab what was theirs, and maybe to pocket some stuff from other.

A short fight broke out due to a few having the same idea before the clear rack of a shotgun rang out, only now do they notice the gun resting in the lap of the big scary guy do they calm down and orderly retrieve their belongings and sitting down. Ignoring the corpses that now inhabit the same space as them. The sound Kalish made while looting the corpses was collectively forgotten while the bodies were treated like the sun for how hard they tried to not look at them.

Finally, the doors open, and the big guy walks out onto the plaza with a few weapons laying off him from his previous boon, eye looked but kept to themselves seeing the logo emblazoned on the front of the vest. Arasaka, eventually he found himself at a side entrance for more clandestine employees of the company. With his confirmed biometrics and credentials, a quick wash in the security locker room. He stood at his post, a corner in the elevator leading to every floor on Saka Tower.

Occasionally some corporate executives would enter and select a floor under the supervision of the guard, other times he would stare at the wall until the elevator started moving to another floor to do its job, like he himself does now. Making sure executives went where they did without much hassle or disturbance. Sometimes Kalish would over hear somethings and he'd note it down for later, other rimes he'd get eddies based off of what he's heard or just for someone to know which floor someone got off on. Really simple stuff that rolled cash into his pockets, until shift change, he rinse off before going home in uniform. Same overcoat only somewhat concealing what was underneath to the nonchalance of the wearer.

The ride in the now corpse free monorail, the quiet trip up to his floor, the sudden cut of noise as his door closed behind him. The winding down which usually included throwing his current outfit in the heavy duty washer, another quick rinse. Dinner and either company, drinks or training to keep his steps about him. Company winning out due to the routine done yesterday. A bit of cash slipping away for some warm bodies in bed always soothed the lonely soul that was Kalish, after some vigorous bed warm ups. The company sleeps while he smokes an after cig before bed. *Puff* "Another day Victor, another day..." The faint light of the cig was put out. Darkening the room into a quiet that only some light breathing accentuated the night.