MORGAN BLACKHAND
If you're accessing this, it's because you're one of the lucky ones. So far, the Dead Boys and the Zombie Girls haven't rounded you up yet to squat in a BuReloc Camp. You haven't been snagged by the Clarkers or the Finals; there aren't a bunch of futile Edgers trying to draft you into carting a Scorpion missle pack in a suicidal attempt to drop President Whindam's private aerodyne. You're free and clear. And you're still able to run.
So that's why you're lucky. So far.
Now the bad news. You're probably somewhere between eight and eighteen. You're a Juveganger without Big Guns, Big Euro, Big Cyberwear or Big Connections. For the last few months, you've been running safe with your Goboys, hiding in the ventilation ducts of an Arcology, pusing a cyberbike with a Gogang, thrashing the turf on a Smartboard, or mayber just slipping out of the Corpzone conapt to raise hell with the Corporate Dead Boys. Now you're out in open, scared. Mayber you've just watched a fellow goboy (or maybe your whole yogang) go down in a hail of rocket powered, explosive tipped "Genies". Or maybe someone you know real well has just Charfed up a liquid mercury lunch and you watched his skin turn to metal before your eyes.
So you ran. And kept running. And maybe They kept following you, with their Genius Guns, Spinners, and Cyberhounds. Or maybe it's not so simple. Maybe you're starting to feel sick yourself. Your skin's starting to itch, or your head hurts so bad you think you just wanna smash it against the pavewalk and let you brains leak out-
Stop. Easy, now.
It's okay. Somehow, you got this Virtuality Code. Maybe it was on a sticker on the back of a random kibble box. Or your yoboys were passing it around the Square. Maybe there's more than one of you here; when the Scangrid logs you, I'll know. Somehow, you got this far. You staggered or snuck up to the nearest V-Term and punched in the code. You got me. This huge, dark guy with old-fashioned mirrorshades and an armor trench. In full three-dee no shit Virtuality.
Like I said, my name's Morgan Blackhand. If you know my name, you know I'm here to help you. That's what I do: help juves like you. I've done it before. I'm gonna do it again.
But I can't help you till I know what you're about. Reach down to the ICON in front of you. Pas your hand over the scangrid. Got it? Now Pay attention. In a nanosec, a multiple choice screen's gonna Rezz in front of you. I want you to scan it fast. It's gonna list a bunch of yogangs in your area. You probably fit into one of them; read the ICON screens and see which one seems the closest to your description. Then slap the ICON you picked. It'll bring you up a datascreen; if it doesn't fit you, try another one till you get it right. Once you've put your yogang type and other information into the scangrid, activate the button at the end of the screen to bring my ICON back up. I'm gonna use what you tell me about yourselves to figure out what your background it, and I'll use that to shift you to a safehouse in the area. After all, I don't want to send a BeaverBrat wandering around in a MegaViolent square.
I promised I'd get you out of this alive, juve. I keep my promises. Here's the screen - now, get busy.
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