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The City Of Dreams

A dream, what is a dream?

Some people will hear the word and immediately think of the sequence of images a person experiences when unconscious, this definition of dreaming is not wrong.

Another person will think of it as something synonymous to a goal or aim a person might have, which is also not wrong.

What is a dream to you?

To me, both interpretations aren't that different. The phenomenon of dreaming that occurs when unconscious is the representation of your desires and wishes, whereas having a dream is you externalizing this and working toward your desires and wishes.

Why am i thinking of this? I was bored, and something that man had said came to mind.

"You dream of becoming powerful? Dreaming is for fools, doing is for the wise. Which one are you?"

Currently, i'm in the city of sin, the city of dreams, 'Night City'.

Actually, in this current moment, i can feel the cold touch of a gun against my temple. Nevertheless, my beating heart did not change its rhythm whatsoever. I was hoping to experience some sort of change, allowing myself to be held at gunpoint. But nothing happened, likely knowing that the person holding the gun would die before he pulled the trigger.

"Gimme all ya creds choom!" The man said manically, one eye of his spazzing out all over the place, likely due to a faulty cybernetic implant. His teeth arranged like they had been hastily glued in place. The gun he held in hand was chunky, his frail arms trembles as he struggled to hold it in the air.

"I sai-"

And just like that, i had subdued him already. His neck snapped, the clatter of a gun followed by the thud of his body.

Having used my Sandevistan, which allowed me to move and perceive time slower, i was able to easily achieve feats that could have been considered impossible. I had gotten various cybernetic implants, enough to drive the average person deep into cyberpsychosis.

I was already physically strong enough to snap a person's neck with a moderate amount of strength, but with the cybernetic enhancements i was able to do so with complete ease.

I picked the gun off the ground, running my fingers across the sleek surface. The gun was jett black, it looked like the standard ray gun. I fired off a shot, testing out the recoil and damage. It immediately burned a whole through the metal wall to my right. The recoil was very little, i couldn't tell if this was the gun or if i was enhanced to the point that i couldn't feel the recoil.

I placed the gun in my empty holster, concealed by my jacket, and then turned away from the grim scene.

Walking out, i drink in the scenery before me.

A shithole, that's what this place was. An amalgamation of crazed individuals known as biker gangs, riding at top speed caring not for civilians or for their own lives. If that was the case, i'd eradicate any of them that i faced. Especially after what i had seen happen to Gloria Martinez.

I placed my hands in my pockets, sauntering through the city, navigating my way back to her home. The streets crowded by waves of junkies laid out on the floor, Arasaka had released a new drug. It looked like these people were already addicted, pitiful.

As I arrived at her home, i rung the bell.

After doing so, the door opened immediately to reveal her son, David Martinez. He was built scrawny and was now attempting to conceal a puffed cheek, he was being bullied. It was obvious, however - unless he said something to me i wouldn't do anything. He had to want my help, then i'd help.