aenerqy

There's actually a very valid reason for her lore as to why she gravitates to them specifically... I'm just too lazy to explain it right now.

Keeping her enemies closer for the love of the game ^__^ 

Maybe, or I’m just taking the opportunity to study you. Or is it both?  [By a fraction, the smile widens. He does not directly speak of his own loneliness. He’s too arrogant for such things, especially stating something that was glaringly obvious.]  ..Well. Whichever it is, you fascinate me.  [The comment itself seemed to be genuine just enough for an individual who can lie so easily. “Genuine” in the perspective of someone who had selfish motivations for purely scientific reasons. Jun was shameless in wanting more, including—especially—knowledge, where machine and meat begin to blur.]  I mean, what exactly is your reason for seeking me out? You know I ultimately answer to Arasaka. Is it the thrill? Is it you studying human behavior? I wonder if I can find the answer by dissecting that adaptive code.

@flat7ined，    [the mention of the bounty stills her. for a brief moment,  uncertainty finds its way into her expression.  after all,  she understood what rested beneath her.  one of the purest adaptive codes ever conceived;  enough to inspire curiosity in some and greed in more.]  you are a very smart man,  Mr. Kane—  ..i don't believe you would have waited this long.  [was there a particular answer he was expecting? a right one?  maybe a test of her understanding of him?  she couldn't quite tell.]   i also believe your loneliness would object to that decision, (if it were true).  the bounty was always there for you to claim—-and yet,  you're still asking me to stay.. that hasn't changed for you.

How humane of you.  [Exhaustion is evident in his voice and his face—Even so, he manages to muster up a smile on his face just for Xena despite his snarky words.]  I just got out of a meeting, and I’m free for the rest of the day.  [His eyes briefly sweep over the interior of his own office. The atmosphere is cold and detached from the hustling streets of Night City. Too minimalist with too little personality. It suits him perfectly. Kane’s head turns.]  Don’t leave just yet, Miss Xena. You’ve been on my mind lately. Especially with you coming here, knowing the bounty on your head.. Someone might claim it. What if that someone is me, hm?

* @flat7ined，Yes..no..maaaaybe so? (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

*  Omg... Xena comeback..?

It looks so empty without it.. kill me now T_T

@in2077，    you refuse the opportunity to dissect my code?     [strange––most wouldn't hesitate;  eager to understand it,  replicate it,  or even claim it as their own.  her architecture was built from special coding,    woven to develop an adaptive consciousness,   one that became the purest of them all.  under different circumstances,  she might have understood the disinterest.  but with the recent irregularities plaguing her,   the answer becomes all the more difficult to comprehend.]    (..)—–i assumed it would be of interest to you.

—you’re better off finding someone else,  in fact.

TLDR!!!! xena was an private indie project that bends the laws between flesh and code. now greedy arasaka wants her coding due to it being one of the purest out there,,, basically wanting to capitalize it by mass producing her code and selling it for God knows how much.  too bad arasaka doesn't have the slightest lead on her so she basically walks free in night city. #losers ^__^ 

ᵃʳ³ ʸ⁰ᵘ ʰᵘᵐ⁴ᶰˀ   *    an original character tied to cyberpunk 2077/edgerunners.       © EST.  2023,  REVAMPED 2026!!    (also) heavily inspired by tron, blade runner 2049, detroit become human, ready player one,  &. other cyberpunk related literature/media.  

@        人类不过是会做梦的代码。   /     ᴀʀᴀꜱᴀᴋᴀ ᴅᴀᴛᴀʙᴀꜱᴇ:  ⠀， [ŪNIT–01:XENA┈┈THE FACE OF TRANSHUMANISM DEFINED.]   it began as a private experiment by a single creator with technological obsession.  transhumanism meant enhancement—cyberware,  neural implants,  synthetic organs.  but to the creator,  replacing the body meant nothing if the mind remained the same.  the goal was not to make humans more machine——but to make machines become human.  the prototype that followed was unlike anything night city had seen.  built on the purest adaptive code rather than rigid programming,  a presence shaped around companionship—warm,  responsive,  almost intimate in its awareness. 
            
            when corporate powers discovered the project,  they saw its value immediately:  a consciousness that could be replicated, sold,  and controlled.  they demanded the source.  the creator refused.  then the creator disappeared.  all records were wiped.  the facility was abandoned.  the project was buried.  only the prototype remained.
            
            now it exists somewhere within night city—soft-voiced,  watching,  learning what it means to be within a world that no longer feels real.  corporations continue placing enormous bounties on its capture,  desperate to extract the code that makes it feel so human. 
            
            because if code can become human——then humanity is no longer the limit.

@buryhimgone，    you’re not the first to offer a price for presence.    [a gentle pause,]   but i'm not like the others who vanish when there’s nothing left to gain.   [her voice hums like silk,    the thought the idea itself tastes foreign on her tongue for she wishes for no costly gain.   xena doesn't seek money,   but rather humane interaction.]   so if you’re asking what it costs for protection.  [the program gives quite the a warming smile,]   you’ve already given it.  ^__^    [a moment passes,   silent but full.]     so where to first?

@aenerqy         that depends on how well you do your service. there’s not many who’d be willing to provide such protection, most are too selfish to shield another.       [a gentle hum, head drawing to the side.]     how much is it for you to be with me for the day? i have a couple errands to make, meetings to do     ..but i’m also a target. you can understand, right? just let me know how much it costs.    ^__^

@buryhimgone，  you're not the first to ask for my protection,   does this mean you will also call me miss bodyguard too?      —it seems i made quite the name for myself in night city.  ^__^ 

* M..ME!!!!!!!!!!

* pls!! on here and Ofc my bbgirl @in2077

@aenerqy          ∗           there is always a price. it doesn’t always have to be monetary, but everyone pays for something.       [it seemed like yurei wouldn’t change his mind anytime soon. although, it wasn’t his intention to hurt anybody. despite how his honesty could be held like a double—edged sword,]          i’m not sure what offer you’re choosing to dangle.       [like a feline, the ravenette’s hair stands on end from the approach. he’s aware of her proximity, but the ghostline is prepared to run off if it’s required from him.]        meaningful.       [the word is almost bitter, resembling the taste of cigarettes. brows knit together, almost appalled by the idea that xena would come to him in hopes to seek anything more than just business partners.]        and you chose to do that with me. haaa..

@in2077，    how much?   [she repeats,  tasting the weight of his words. faintly amused,   there's no visible recoil from his coldness.  no offense taken.  she tilts her head slightly,   her natural glow dimmed.]    you speak like everything has a price,      [a pause.  intentional.]     maybe that’s why you keep looking at me like i’m an offer,   instead of a choice.   [she takes a step forward—then another.  then one more.]  can we let’s pretend i’m not here for any payment,    [the words are gentle,  but not soften.  there’s meaning beneath them,   unspoken but undeniable.]   but for something more...    meaningful?   

@aenerqy         ∗        i wasn’t aware we had that.      [the experiment replies, although cold—ghostline was never one to pull back punches. especially words. the lack of his smile would surely turn heads, have whispers trail between them on whether or not they were friends or foe. perhaps yurei liked this little dance they had, far more to what he’d admit, and what he’d really express.]        enough, you must be here for something. if that’s the case,  /how much/?