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Man, thought you'd be\Noff the clock by five,

Man, thought you'd be\Noff the clock by five.

they keep you on call. Shitluck.

Did they keep you on call? Shit luck.

Cap said I could leave\Nmy gun and badge

if I went home to listen to my old lady

go on and on about her online shopping\Nor whatever the hell she did all day.

That’s what you get\Nfor choosing the life of a public servant.

It just had to fucking rain.

Hmm? What the hell you doin'? Back it up.

Looking to get shot?

Got us a cyber psycho!

Got us a Cyberpsycho!

Raise MaxTac now!

We need to fry the system fast.

Need to fry his system fast.

Freak's supporting military-grade ICE!

Freak's sporting military-grade ICE.

Meaning that our tech isn't? Get to it!

Fuck!

So, what do you think?

Still warm, that. Couple hours old.

Lifted from the edgerunner\Nwho scrolled it.

Straight off the street.

So, what!

So whacked!

Doc, hey, you gotta tell me\Nwho keeps feeding you these nuggets.

Kurosaki. Who else?

Ain't no other editor who churns out\NBDs that sweet and preem.

Won't pull nothin' like that\Noff the shelf, neither.

No shit. Brain's still buzzing.\NGonna be sick.

Slow, deep breaths, choom.

Just left the head\Nof a skezzed-out chrome junkie.

Cyberpsychosis ain't no joke.

Anyway, either hurt or don't,\Ngot more chips for you to slot.

Anyway, either hurl or don't,\Ngot more chips for you to slot.

Really? What?

Something special.

Huh? Cut the shit, man!

Huh?

Cycle suspended\Ndue to insufficient funds.

-Geez, not again.\N-Cycle suspended due to in--

It was a tragic scene\Nin Westbrook today

when a corporate convoy

-was ambushed by 6th Street…\N-God, Mom.

Morning, Miho.

Morning, mijo.

If you keep sleeping on the couch,

If you keep sleeping\Non the couch like that,

gonna get early onset arthritis.

I know. Just dead\Nafter my night shift, is all.

You and the washing machine both.\NForget to re-up it?

Yeah.

I'll take care of it later, 'kay?

Oh, money, right.\NYou mentioned a reef update for class.

Oh, money, right!\NYou mentioned a wreath update for class.

That happen yet?\NWhen did you say you need it?

No, no. It's fine. Got Doc to handle it.

-What do you mean "handle it"?\N-I'm good. All set.

Don't go cutting corners, D.

Don't go cutting corners, Dee.

Already cashed my paycheck.\NYou'll get it updated right. Hear me?

Mom, seriously!\NJust feed the washer, alright?

I forgot this time. I told you.

Promise me you'll buy the update.

Okay, okay.

And you're really going to school\Ndressed like that?

Uniform’s soaked.

A military-grade implant…

-…was found missing from the body\N-Hmm?

of Lt. Col. James Norris,\Nshot dead by MaxTac…

Mom, you're on TV! Nova!

Not Nova, David. A bloodbath.

-Go on. Off to school.\N-Bye.

Love you, Miho.

Love you, mijo.

Maine? It's Gloria.

Hmm…

Trauma Team.\NClear a path immediately.

Emergency evac underway. Emergency evac.

All AVs, vacate the airway.

Trauma Team. Clear a path immediately.\NTrauma Team. Clear a path.

Don't walk.

Walk. Walk. Walk.

Walk. Walk.

Huh?

Good morning to you, class.

Today's attendance. Zero absences.

Martinez, David.

You are not in compliance\Nwith the Academy's dress code.

Yeah. Real sorry about that.

Afraid my uniform's still\Nat the cleaner's.

Do you have a spare uniform?

Yeah. Spare's there too.

Understood. Please submit\Na Uniform Exception form after class.

Now, let us begin today's lesson.

-You will observe…\N-Gutter rat. Rat off the street.

Me? Nah. Wouldn't show my face.

Cray-crazy, I know,\Nbut some of us here to learn to learn.

With that fossiltech?

Updates, man. Bet it's not compatible.

I made it compatible.

Huh? How?

How I had to.

Life's gotta be gotta be shit

when a two-bit wreath\Ncosts your life savings.

At this time,

I ask all students\Nto log into the Green Room for meditation.

Countin’ on ya, Doc.

-Seriously?\N-What?

Martinez again!

Not again!

I’m so sorry\Nfor the inconvenience my son has caused.

I wouldn't call this\Na matter of money, Mrs. Martinez.

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Man, thought you'd be\Noff the clock by five,
they keep you on call. Shitluck.
Cap said I could leave\Nmy gun and badge
if I went home to listen to my old lady
go on and on about her online shopping\Nor whatever the hell she did all day.
That’s what you get\Nfor choosing the life of a public servant.
It just had to fucking rain.
Hmm? What the hell you doin'? Back it up.
Looking to get shot?
Got us a cyber psycho!
Raise MaxTac now!
We need to fry the system fast.
Freak's supporting military-grade ICE!
Meaning that our tech isn't? Get to it!
So, what do you think?
Still warm, that. Couple hours old.
Lifted from the edgerunner\Nwho scrolled it.
Straight off the street.
So, what!
Doc, hey, you gotta tell me\Nwho keeps feeding you these nuggets.
Kurosaki. Who else?
Ain't no other editor who churns out\NBDs that sweet and preem.
Won't pull nothin' like that\Noff the shelf, neither.
No shit. Brain's still buzzing.\NGonna be sick.
Slow, deep breaths, choom.
Just left the head\Nof a skezzed-out chrome junkie.
Cyberpsychosis ain't no joke.
Anyway, either hurt or don't,\Ngot more chips for you to slot.
Really? What?
Something special.
Huh? Cut the shit, man!
Huh?
Cycle suspended\Ndue to insufficient funds.
-Geez, not again.\N-Cycle suspended due to in--
It was a tragic scene\Nin Westbrook today
when a corporate convoy
-was ambushed by 6th Street…\N-God, Mom.
Morning, Miho.
If you keep sleeping on the couch,
gonna get early onset arthritis.
I know. Just dead\Nafter my night shift, is all.
You and the washing machine both.\NForget to re-up it?
Yeah.
I'll take care of it later, 'kay?
Oh, money, right.\NYou mentioned a reef update for class.
That happen yet?\NWhen did you say you need it?
No, no. It's fine. Got Doc to handle it.
-What do you mean "handle it"?\N-I'm good. All set.
Don't go cutting corners, D.
Already cashed my paycheck.\NYou'll get it updated right. Hear me?
Mom, seriously!\NJust feed the washer, alright?
I forgot this time. I told you.
Promise me you'll buy the update.
Okay, okay.
And you're really going to school\Ndressed like that?
Uniform’s soaked.
A military-grade implant…
-…was found missing from the body\N-Hmm?
of Lt. Col. James Norris,\Nshot dead by MaxTac…
Mom, you're on TV! Nova!
Not Nova, David. A bloodbath.
-Go on. Off to school.\N-Bye.
Love you, Miho.
Maine? It's Gloria.
Hmm…
Trauma Team.\NClear a path immediately.
Emergency evac underway. Emergency evac.
All AVs, vacate the airway.
Trauma Team. Clear a path immediately.\NTrauma Team. Clear a path.
Don't walk.
Don't walk.
Walk. Walk. Walk.
Walk. Walk.
Huh?
Good morning to you, class.
Today's attendance. Zero absences.
Martinez, David.
You are not in compliance\Nwith the Academy's dress code.
Yeah. Real sorry about that.
Afraid my uniform's still\Nat the cleaner's.
Do you have a spare uniform?
Yeah. Spare's there too.
Understood. Please submit\Na Uniform Exception form after class.
Now, let us begin today's lesson.
-You will observe…\N-Gutter rat. Rat off the street.
Me? Nah. Wouldn't show my face.
Cray-crazy, I know,\Nbut some of us here to learn to learn.
With that fossiltech?
Updates, man. Bet it's not compatible.
I made it compatible.
Huh? How?
How I had to.
Life's gotta be gotta be shit
when a two-bit wreath\Ncosts your life savings.
At this time,
I ask all students\Nto log into the Green Room for meditation.
Countin’ on ya, Doc.
-Seriously?\N-What?
Martinez again!
Not again!
I’m so sorry\Nfor the inconvenience my son has caused.
I wouldn't call this\Na matter of money, Mrs. Martinez.
Although I must say it was quite\Nan expense for us to restore the system.
Of course,\Nand I will pay for the repairs.
Hmm?
As I understand it,\NMr. Martinez modified his headset
with backalley software\Nto avoid paying for the licensed update.
This is not behavior befitting a pupil\Nfrom a financially stable home.
It's not a problem, really.\NWe can afford it.
Be that as it may,
I see an opportunity here\Nto improve David's situation.
Meaning what, exactly?
David is not a good fit\Nwith his classmates.
He could benefit\Nfrom a change in environment.
No! Wait, please.\NI mean, he has to stay here.
He deserves this education as much\Nas every other child in this school.
What happened?\NDidn't I tell you to get the upgrade?
Yeah. Doc's damn fault.\NGave me a faulty port drive.
You tried to get around\Nthe system, didn't you?
Now, it'll cost us ten times more.
Sorry.
If it's something\Nyou gotta apologize for,
maybe don't do it in the first place, hey?
You said you didn't have\Nthe eddies when I asked, so…
I was waiting for payday!
You know we don't got that kind of cash\Njust lying around.
Can't you sit still a minute?
You know,\NI've been thinkin’ lately.
About what?
Maybe I drop out.\NFind some work or whatever.
Do you hear yourself?
C'mon, seriously.\NYou know we can't afford those repairs.
Plus, you got no idea just how bad\NI stand out compared to all of them.
Anyone sides a true blue corpo\Ngets shit on.
Even if I do graduate,\Nthey'll never accept me.
No kid from Santo will ever be a suit.
I don't wanna be one anyway.
So, you tell me.
What have I been busting\Nmy ass for then, huh?
Everything I do, I do for you, D.
Don't you see that?
You're breaking my heart, Miho.
Wait. What?
My sweet baby boy. So smart, so talented.
You're everything to me.
I want to give you a fighting chance\Nin this city and a good education.
It's why I put in all of those hours.\NWhy I'm never home.
Uh, I'm sorry.
Shouldn't have brought it up.\NDon't cry, Mom.
Think I don't know\Nhow they treat you?
Think I don't get treated the same way?
But that's why you gotta prove them wrong.
You have to work hard\Nand rise through the ranks.
My son at Arasaka Tower top floor!\NI can just see it.
You've got this, D. You're my son.
Yeah, well, easier said than done.
Huh?
Fuck 'em up!
-Don't let 'em get away!\N-Suit's limo's titanium plated!
The hunt's on, my beastbros!
No one fucks with the Animals!
-Suckers…\N-Mom! Brake! Brake hard!
Watch out!
Mom? Mom!
Is that the Trauma Team? Oh, thank Christ.
He's not a client.
Neither is she.
Hey, wait!
Secure the policyholder.\NLeave them to the city meat wagons.
-Copy that.\N-What?
What the hell? Hey! Where are you going?
Shit!
No way. Just gonna leave us here?
Mom! Momma!
Mom, wake up!
Fucking piece of…
Mom! Dammit, get off me!
Shit. Get the fuck off!\NDammit!
Mom!
Fuck!
Surgery was a success.
Your mother hasn't come to just yet,\Nbut she's stable.
Need her to stay a few more nights.
Oh. Then, is it okay if I see her?
No can do, buddy.\NVisitation ain't part of your package.
Oh. Right.
Anyway, I should get started\Non the paperwork.
Brought your mom's things.
And don't forget to zip us those eds.\NGot three days.
-Uh…\N-Yeah.
There's a reason everyone\Nin Night City
wants insurance.
Stay safe now.
Yeah, hoop ship. Version back.
Is that all? You low-balling me? Huh?
Nah, forget it, choom.
Dammit! Hmm?
What the fuck?
Another account. Christ.
Just enough. She saved so much.\NNever knew.
So, that, it settled the medical.
Still gotta cover rent. Huh?
Doc? Hey, you get the still I sent?\NListen.
Don't think I'd forgotten I owe you a kick\Nin the nuts for that shoddy bootleg.
But check this.
Cyberware.
Yeah, looks, uh, military, doesn't it?
How do you think it would fetch
if I was interested\Nand the price was right?
Not selling. Just want an estimate.
Nah, fuck that noise.\NNo way it's that cheap.
Oh, come on, choom.
Whatev! Wasn't selling anyways.
By the way. Don't expect me\Nto push your XBDs at school anymore!
Any pinchin' hack had taken me for a gonk.
A Sandevistan.
No serial number and what?\NMilitary-grade, this thing, really?
It definitely ain't legal. But whatev.
Whoa! The hell are these specs?
Huh? Ah!
Little piece of advice, Martinez.
-Learn to take a hint.\N-About what?
Our class.\NYou're not welcome. Got it?
Huh? If this is about yesterday--
-Who said anything about yesterday?\N-What?
You probably figure I give you a hard time\N'cause you're poor. Simply untrue.
I'm rather charitably inclined.
Not your fault you were born\Non the wrong side of society.
There's no rule\Nthat says a street kid
can't make it at the Academy,
provided they pay their way.
What cracks my chrome\Nis something else entirely.
-Know what?\N-Look, choom.
I haven't understood\Na single thing coming out of your mouth.
-That right there!\N-Hmm…
Time to get gone.\NJust drop out, why don't ya?
-Huh?\N-You're a misfit, an anomaly.
Human but trash, and there's nothing\Nthat can change that.
Rot in you runs as deep\Nas your bones, Martinez.
Best you can do\Nis not spread it to the rest of us.
Did I just short-circ?
Said you didn't care\Nas long as I paid tuition.
I heard your mommy came in\Nto see the principal,
ask forgiveness for your little stunt.
Caused quite a scene,
crying for her baby boy,\Nbegging for him not to get expelled.
So shameless.
You know, since we're chatting,\NI've just always wondered.
How could she afford to send you\Nto Arasaka Academy anyway?
Care to explain, Martinez?
Go on. Tell us.\NHow does Mommy pay your way?
What's any Night City bottomfeeder
do to make a quick eurobuck, huh?
Oh! A couple of pretty\Nsalacious things come to mind.
Tired of this shit.
-Hold on, choom. Who said we were done?\N-Fuck off!
Huh? Oh? What?
Huh? Ha!
Got anything slotted?\NAnime freeware maybe?
Hmm? Hmm. Aww!
I knew it.
Nothing like the Strongarms 400 to bring\Nout the best in your kung-fu chipware.
Organic knuckles? Seriously?
Wanna try me again?\NI suggest you pack some serious chrome.
Or just drop out.
You know what I'd prefer.
Mr. Martinez?
I'm calling in regards\Nto Gloria Martinez's condition.
-Huh?\N-She was stable this morning,
but then her vitals began to nosedive\Nreally out of nowhere.
But you said the surgery was successful.
True. But only so much\Nwe can do on the discount package.
Worn down as she was,\NI doubt she'd had lasted much longer.
Overworked, seemed to me.
Anyway, I'm supposed to tell you\Nwe offer some burial options.
People in Night City\Nwant corpo gigs for a reason, kid.
Greetings, valued\Ncustomer. We are sorry for your loss.
To ease things at this difficult time,
we can deliver the body\Nof your dearly departed
to your home or to a funeral home.
Would you like to learn more?
I got a choice?
Is our budget-friendly\Ncremation service right for you?
Waive those pesky delivery fees\Nand bring your loved one home today.
Don't walk.
-Good day, Mrs. Martinez.\N-Don't walk.
-We've received a quote for the repairs\N-Don't walk.
-to our system infrastructure.\N-Don't walk.
As agreed, I've sent you an e-mail\Nwith the payment details.
Also, perhaps you've had time to think?
Do let me know.
Just say the word\Nand we'll begin making arrangements
for David's transfer\Nto another institution.
Please note.\NTo maintain your utilities contract,
you must pay a penalty of 500 euro-dollars
in addition to any past\Ndue amounts and late fees.
If you cannot pay by the deadline,
your services will be terminated\Nin the following order…
Trauma Team.\NClear a path immediately.
-…medical…\N-Ding-ding, Martinez!
Me again. Time's up.
Rent's long past due.
Keep this shit up\Nand I won't just change your lock,
I'll throw your ass out\Non the street. You feel me?
The implant I showed you,\Nyou said you'd take it off me for 10K?
Six now? Said ten yesterday, choom!
Come on. That's just one fucking day.
And we both know that it's worth way more!
Hell yeah, I looked into it, and I--
Oh, yeah? Well, fuck you too! Bitch.
Katsuo here. I heard about your mom.
I could offer my sympathies,\Nbut find it hard to sympathize.
God only knows what she had to endure
to send her delinquent son to an Academy\Nhe doesn't belong at.
Her methods couldn't have been noble
if she died in a car accident. So mundane.
But you know?
Karma. There's a lesson in this, David.
Your mother tried to live\Nbeyond her means and died.
Don't make the same mistake.
Christ. The hell. Who is that?
David, hey.
That the big bad Sandy?
Not a badge or fixer in town\Nwho's not looking for that beauty.
I told you though…
ain't gonna find anyone\Nthat's willing to take it off your hands.
I'm not here to sell.
I want this fused here.\N'Bout time I chrome the fuck up.

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Man, thought you'd be\Noff the clock by five.
Did they keep you on call? Shit luck.
Cap said I could leave\Nmy gun and badge
if I went home to listen to my old lady
go on and on about her online shopping\Nor whatever the hell she did all day.
That’s what you get\Nfor choosing the life of a public servant.
It just had to fucking rain.
Hmm? What the hell you doin'? Back it up.
Looking to get shot?
Got us a Cyberpsycho!
Raise MaxTac now!
Need to fry his system fast.
Freak's sporting military-grade ICE.
Meaning that our tech isn't? Get to it!
Fuck!
So, what do you think?
Still warm, that. Couple hours old.
Lifted from the edgerunner\Nwho scrolled it.
Straight off the street.
So whacked!
Doc, hey, you gotta tell me\Nwho keeps feeding you these nuggets.
Kurosaki. Who else?
Ain't no other editor who churns out\NBDs that sweet and preem.
Won't pull nothin' like that\Noff the shelf, neither.
No shit. Brain's still buzzing.\NGonna be sick.
Slow, deep breaths, choom.
Just left the head\Nof a skezzed-out chrome junkie.
Cyberpsychosis ain't no joke.
Anyway, either hurl or don't,\Ngot more chips for you to slot.
Really? What?
Something special.
Huh? Cut the shit, man!
Huh?
Cycle suspended\Ndue to insufficient funds.
-Geez, not again.\N-Cycle suspended due to in--
It was a tragic scene\Nin Westbrook today
when a corporate convoy
-was ambushed by 6th Street…\N-God, Mom.
Morning, mijo.
If you keep sleeping\Non the couch like that,
gonna get early onset arthritis.
I know. Just dead\Nafter my night shift, is all.
You and the washing machine both.\NForget to re-up it?
Yeah.
I'll take care of it later, 'kay?
Oh, money, right!\NYou mentioned a wreath update for class.
That happen yet?\NWhen did you say you need it?
No, no. It's fine. Got Doc to handle it.
-What do you mean "handle it"?\N-I'm good. All set.
Don't go cutting corners, Dee.
Already cashed my paycheck.\NYou'll get it updated right. Hear me?
Mom, seriously!\NJust feed the washer, alright?
I forgot this time. I told you.
Promise me you'll buy the update.
Okay, okay.
And you're really going to school\Ndressed like that?
Uniform’s soaked.
A military-grade implant…
-…was found missing from the body\N-Hmm?
of Lt. Col. James Norris,\Nshot dead by MaxTac…
Mom, you're on TV! Nova!
Not Nova, David. A bloodbath.
-Go on. Off to school.\N-Bye.
Love you, mijo.
Maine? It's Gloria.
Hmm…
Trauma Team.\NClear a path immediately.
Emergency evac underway. Emergency evac.
All AVs, vacate the airway.
Trauma Team. Clear a path immediately.\NTrauma Team. Clear a path.
Don't walk.
Don't walk.
Walk. Walk. Walk.
Walk. Walk.
Huh?
Good morning to you, class.
Today's attendance. Zero absences.
Martinez, David.
You are not in compliance\Nwith the Academy's dress code.
Yeah. Real sorry about that.
Afraid my uniform's still\Nat the cleaner's.
Do you have a spare uniform?
Yeah. Spare's there too.
Understood. Please submit\Na Uniform Exception form after class.
Now, let us begin today's lesson.
-You will observe…\N-Gutter rat. Rat off the street.
Me? Nah. Wouldn't show my face.
Cray-crazy, I know,\Nbut some of us here to learn to learn.
With that fossiltech?
Updates, man. Bet it's not compatible.
I made it compatible.
Huh? How?
How I had to.
Life's gotta be gotta be shit
when a two-bit wreath\Ncosts your life savings.
At this time,
I ask all students\Nto log into the Green Room for meditation.
Countin’ on ya, Doc.
-Seriously?\N-What?
Martinez again!
Not again!
I’m so sorry\Nfor the inconvenience my son has caused.
I wouldn't call this\Na matter of money, Mrs. Martinez.
Although I must say it was quite\Nan expense for us to restore the system.
Of course,\Nand I will pay for the repairs.
Hmm?
As I understand it,\NMr. Martinez modified his headset
with backalley software\Nto avoid paying for the licensed update.
This is not behavior befitting a pupil\Nfrom a financially stable home.
It's not a problem, really.\NWe can afford it.
Be that as it may,
I see an opportunity here\Nto improve David's situation.
Meaning what, exactly?
David is not a good fit\Nwith his classmates.
He could benefit\Nfrom a change in environment.
No! Wait, please.\NI mean, he has to stay here.
He deserves this education as much\Nas every other child in this school.
What happened?\NDidn't I tell you to get the upgrade?
Yeah. Doc's damn fault.\NGave me a fully borked drive.
You tried to get around\Nthe system, didn't you?
Now, it'll cost us ten times more.
Sorry.
If it's something\Nyou gotta apologize for,
maybe don't do it in the first place, 'ey?
You said you didn't have\Nthe eddies when I asked, so…
I was waiting for payday!
You know we don't got that kind of cash\Njust lying around.
Can't you sit still a minute?
You know,\NI've been thinkin’ lately.
About what?
Maybe I drop out.\NFind some work or whatever.
Do you hear yourself?!
C'mon, seriously.\NYou know we can't afford those repairs.
Plus, you got no idea just how bad\NI stand out compared to all of them.
Anyone 'sides a true blue corpo\Ngets shit on.
Even if I do graduate,\Nthey'll never accept me.
No kid from Santo will ever be a suit.
I don't wanna be one anyway.
So, you tell me.
What have I been busting\Nmy ass for then, huh?
Everything I do, I do for you, Dee.
Don't you see that?
You're breaking my heart, mijo.
Wait. What?
My sweet baby boy. So smart, so talented.
You're everything to me.
I want to give you a fighting chance\Nin this city and a good education.
It's why I put in all of those hours.\NWhy I'm never home.
Uh, I'm sorry.
Shouldn't have brought it up.\NDon't cry, Mom.
Think I don't know\Nhow they treat you?
Think I don't get treated the same way?
But that's why you gotta prove them wrong.
You have to work hard\Nand rise through the ranks.
My son at Arasaka Tower top floor!\NI can just see it.
You've got this, Dee. You're my son.
Yeah, well, easier said than done…
Huh?
Fuck 'em up!
-Don't let 'em get away!\N-Suit's limo's titanium plated!
The hunt's on, my beastbros!
No one fucks with the Animals!
-Ara-suckers!\N-Mom! Brake! Brake hard!
Watch out!
Mom? Mom!
Is that the Trauma Team? Oh, thank Christ.
He's not a client.
Neither is she.
Hey, wait!
Secure the policyholder.\NLeave them to the city meat wagons.
-Copy that.\N-What?
What the hell? Hey! Where are you going?
Shit!
No way. Just gonna leave us here?
Mom! Momma!
Mom, wake up!
Fucking piece of…
Mom! Dammit, get off me!
Shit. Get the fuck off!\NWhy won't it-- Damn it!
Mom!
Fuck!
Surgery was a success.
Your mother hasn't come to just yet,\Nbut she's stable.
Need her to stay a few more nights.
Oh. Then, is it okay if I see her?
No can do, buddy.\NVisitation ain't part of your package.
Oh. Right.
Anyway, I should get started\Non the paperwork.
Brought your mom's things.
And don't forget to zip us those edds.\NGot three days.
-Uh…\N-Yeah.
There's a reason everyone\Nin Night City
wants insurance.
Stay safe now.
Yeah, hoops chip. Version back…
Is that all? You low-balling me? Huh?
Nah, forget it, choom.
Dammit! Hmm?
What the fuck?
Another account? Christ.
Just enough. She saved so much.\NNever knew.
So that would settle the medical…
Still gotta cover rent. Huh?
Doc? Hey, you get the still I sent?\NListen.
Don't think I've forgotten I owe you a\Nkick in the nuts for that shoddy bootleg.
But check this.
Cyberware.
Yeah, looks, uh, military, doesn't it?
How much do you think it'd fetch
if I was interested\Nand the price was right?
Not selling. Just want an estimate.
Nah, fuck that noise.\NNo way it's that cheap.
Oh, come on, choom.
Whatev! Wasn't selling anyways.
By the way. Don't expect me\Nto push your XBDs at school anymore!
Enny-pinchin' hack takin' me for a gonk…
A Sandevistan.
No serial number and what?\NMilitary-grade, this thing, really?
It definitely ain't legal. But whatev.
Whoa! The hell are these specs?
Huh? Ah!
Little piece of advice, Martinez.
-Learn to take a hint.\N-About what?
Our class.\NYou're not welcome. Got it?
Huh? If this is about yesterday--
-Who said anything about yesterday?\N-What?
You probably figure I give you a hard time\N'cause you're poor. Simply untrue.
I'm rather charitably inclined.
Not your fault you were born\Non the wrong side of society.
There's no rule\Nthat says a street kid
can't make it at the Academy,
provided they pay their way.
What cracks my chrome\Nis something else entirely.
-Know what?\N-Look, choom.
I haven't understood\Na single thing coming out of your mouth.
-That right there!\N-Hmm…
Time to get gone.\NJust drop out, why don't ya?
-Huh?\N-You're a misfit, an anomaly.
Human but trash, and there's nothing\Nthat can change that.
Rot in you runs as deep\Nas your bones, Martinez.
Best you can do\Nis not spread it to the rest of us.
Did I just short-circ?
Said you didn't care\Nas long as I paid tuition.
I heard your mommy came in\Nto see the principal,
ask forgiveness for your little stunt.
Caused quite a scene,
crying for her baby boy,\Nbegging for him not to get expelled.
So shameless.
You know, since we're chatting,\NI've just always wondered.
How could she afford to send you\Nto Arasaka Academy anyway?
Care to explain, Martinez?
Go on. Tell us.\NHow does mommy pay your way?
What's any Night City bottom-feeder.
do to make a quick eurobuck, huh?
Oh! A couple of pretty\Nsalacious things come to mind.
Tired of this shit.
-Hold on, choom. Who said we were done?\N-Fuck off!
Huh? Oh? What?
Huh? Ha!
Got anything slotted? MMA freeware maybe?
Hmm? Hmm. Aww!
Knew it.
Nothing like the Strongarms 400 to bring\Nout the best in your kung-fu chipware.
Organic knuckles? Seriously?
Wanna try me again?\NI suggest you pack some serious chrome.
Or just drop out.
You know what I'd prefer.
Mr. Martinez?
I'm calling in regards\Nto Gloria Martinez's condition.
-Huh?\N-She was stable this morning,
but then her vitals began to nosedive\Nreally out of nowhere.
But you said the surgery was successful.
True. But only so much\Nwe can do on the discount package.
Worn down as she was,\NI doubt she'd have lasted much longer.
Overworked, seemed to me.
Anyway, I'm supposed to tell you\Nwe offer some burial options.
People in Night City\Nwant corpo gigs for a reason, kid.
Greetings, valued\Ncustomer. We are sorry for your loss.
To ease things at this difficult time,
we can deliver the body\Nof your dearly departed
to your home or to a funeral home.
Would you like to learn more?
I got a choice?
Is our budget-friendly\Ncremation service right for you?
Waive those pesky delivery fees\Nand bring your loved one home today.
Don't walk.
-Good day, Mrs. Martinez.\N-Don't walk.
-We've received a quote for the repairs\N-Don't walk.
-to our system infrastructure.\N-Don't walk.
As agreed, I've sent you an e-mail\Nwith the payment details.
Also, perhaps you've had time to think?
Do let me know.
Just say the word\Nand we'll begin making arrangements
for David's transfer\Nto another institution.
Please note.\NTo maintain your utilities contract,
you must pay a penalty of 500 eurodollars
in addition to any past\Ndue amounts and late fees.
If you cannot pay by the deadline,
your services will be terminated\Nin the following order…
Trauma Team.\NClear a path immediately.
-…medical…\N-Ding-ding, Martinez!
Me again. Time's up.
Rent's long past due.
Keep this shit up\Nand I won't just change your lock,
I'll throw your ass out\Non the street. You feel me?
The implant I showed you,\Nyou said you'd take it off me for 10K?
Six now? Said ten yesterday, choom!
Come on. That's just one fucking day.
And we both know that it's worth way more!
Hell yeah, I looked into it, and I--
Oh, yeah? Well, fuck you too! Bitch.
Katsuo here. I heard about your mom.
I'd offer my sympathies,\Nbut find it hard to sympathize.
God only knows what she had to endure
to send her delinquent son to an Academy\Nhe doesn't belong at.
Her methods couldn't have been noble
if she died in a car accident. So mundane.
But you know?
Karma. There's a lesson in this, David.
Your mother tried to live\Nbeyond her means and died.
Don't make the same mistake.
Christ. The hell. Who is that?
Aah, David, hey.
That the big bad Sandy?
Not a badge or fixer in town\Nwho's not looking for that beaut.
I told you though…
ain't gonna find anyone sane\Nwilling to take it off your hands.
I'm not here to sell.
I want this fused here.\NHigh time I chromed the fuck up.