>>40782276
>>She can figure it out on her own. She seems smart enough. Wish her the best and tell her goodbye.
Nope goodbye, sup Tartarus

>>40782276
>She can figure it out on her own. She seems smart enough. Wish her the best and tell her goodbye.
Honestly.

>>40782276
>Go down to Lumina Solar to get your monitoring systems removed.

>>40782276
>Go down to Lumina Solar to get your monitoring systems removed.

>>40782276
>Go down to Lumina Solar to get your monitoring systems removed.

>>40782276

>She can figure it out on her own. She seems smart enough. Wish her the best and tell her goodbye.

>She can figure it out on her own. She seems smart enough. Wish her the best and tell her goodbye.
So what's this about?

>>40782276
>Go down to Lumina Solar to get your monitoring systems removed.

>>40782377
"A waifu that is utterly devoted to you and how you must fend off your opponents for The Girl© and ride off in the sunset" would be my best guess.

With a flavor of Ye Olde Ciberpunk.

>>40782276
>Go down to Lumina Solar to get your monitoring systems removed.

>>40782377
Go read the first quest before voting like a retard.

>>40782276
>>Go down to Lumina Solar to get your monitoring systems removed.

>>40782311
If you don't want to play the quest then why vote?

>>40782395
Yea...fuck that noise. We have a house right? I wouldn't give that up poon. The house grants bonuses to getting poon

>>40782276
>She can figure it out on her own. She seems smart enough. Wish her the best and tell her goodbye.

>>40782450
What the fuck are you smoking?

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>>40782446
>If you don't want to play the quest then why vote?
Are you dumb?

>>40782446
Goodbye as in sending her on her way out the door

Refuse the call to adventure, what could go wrong?
>>40782311
>>40782312
>>40782372
>>40782377
>>40782460

Remove Monitoring Systems
>>40782325
>>40782352
>>40782364
>>40782377
>>40782422
>>40782446

>>40782422
Says the guy voting like a horny retard

>>40782276 (OP) #
>She can figure it out on her own. She seems smart enough. Wish her the best and tell her goodbye

>>40782276
>>Go down to Lumina Solar to get your monitoring systems removed.
see about
>Go to the bank and withdraw as much of your money as possible.
on the way back

>>40782467
Everything anon, everything

>>40782472
No I'm not, apparently you are seeing as you want to just end the quest right here.

>>40782473
I'm well aware of what you mean you idiot, what do you think that would do, keep this quest going? Pffft.

>>40782508
I'm sure I could find plenty of ways to keep the quest going.

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>>40782508
>No I'm not, apparently you are seeing as you want to just end the quest right here.
Again, are you completely retarded?

>>40782520
And it would be pretty shit.

>>40782530
Nope, still not retarded, though you're insane.

>>40782520
Yeah, you could have the Kovacs goons return to rough up mr. Cassidy, either after they find mrs. Kovacs and she ratted us out, or in their search to find her.

>>40782508
How many times did your parents drop you on your head? From what I can see of your posting, they must have had contests.

>>40782543
Lol, and he keep going even when the QM himself shoots him down. He even thinks he isn't retarded! How adorable!

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>>40782543
>Nope, still not retarded, though you're insane.
I'm not the one pretending I can read into the future.

>>40782530
Don't worry anon, he clearly is.

>>40782276
OP, this is what you get when you force the smut down our throath like you did at the end of the last thread. There was a majority to NOT fuck her.

>>40782543
Yea you sound pretty shit, don't be an ass to the QM

>>40782595
Thats what you get for leaving it to a tie. This is what you get for voting like a faggot, now stop bitching like a little pussy and deal with the consequences of having a waifu.

>>40782276
>Write-in.
Call one of your ex colleagues. One you can trust. Tell him what happened, have him buy a plane ticket for you and send the girl to him.

Done.

>>40782637
Say there was a vote for killing an important NPC, the options were:
>KILL HIM
>Search the room
>Go home
>Eat dinner

There's two votes to kill him and three votes spread across the others. The intent of the majority is to leave him alive, therefore it is fucking retarded for the QM to kill the guy without at least a confirmation vote. The same goes for the last vote last thread.

>>40782678
And that's not how the QM ran it, so deal with it you crybaby. If your panties are in this much of a twist over it, then fuck off and go get them untwisted. There's no obligation keeping you here, your not being forced to participate, if you don't like it or how the QM runs it, then leave.

You need to get the monitoring systems removed from your cybernetics before you can go anywhere. NovaTech can track you to literally anywhere on the planet as long as they're still functional. Six separate monitors that beam information up to a satellite.

You get up, zipping yourself up and buttoning back up your shirt. Sandra scrambles to her feet as well, her fingers brushing through her hair, as though trying to ensure she's presentable. "We can't leave just yet," you explain. "My cybernetics have monitoring systems, they'll tell NovaTech where I am if we run, and they'll probably chase us." Sandra nods. "I have to go down to Lumina Solar, get Rodriguez to take them out."

"Rodriguez?" Sandra asks.

"Yeah," you say. "My guy. I don't have an appointment, but I'm sure I can make a convincing argument." You slide open a secret compartment in the kitchen with petty cash, one that went unnoticed. You still have a gun in your waistband, but money helps ensure loyalty as much as force does. "You stay here, I'll go down to Lumina Solar and get him."

"W-wait," Sandra says, her lips taut, her eyes big, her hand on your wrist. She looks so vulnerable. "I... please don't leave me alone. What if those men come back and find me?"

>Take her with you, hiding her in the trunk of your car.
>Take her with you, disguising her as best you can.
>Just tell her to hide out here, it'll be fine.
>Write-in.

>If Rodriguez doesn't do the work for the money, then you'll just have to find another cyberneticist elsewhere.
>If Rodriguez doesn't do the work for the money, threaten him with a gun.
>If Rodriguez doesn't do the work for the money, have Sandra threaten him with a gun.
>Write-in.

>>40782716
I literally only came by here for that single post, don't worry anon. I'm out.

>>40782751
>>Just tell her to hide out here, it'll be fine.
>If Rodriguez doesn't do the work for the money, then you'll just have to find another cyberneticist elsewhere.
This chick

>>40782751
>Just tell her to hide out here, it'll be fine.
>Write-in.
Just cry in front of him complaining about wanting to get lost on the road of life

>>40782778
>This chick
Bro she gave us a bj. We're basically married at this point.

>>40782751
>Take her with you, hiding her in the trunk of your car.
>If Rodriguez doesn't do the work for the money, then you'll just have to find another cyberneticist elsewhere.
they're sure to search the place as soon as we leave

>>40782751
>Take her with you, hiding her in the trunk of your car.
>If Rodriguez doesn't do the work for the money, threaten him with a gun politely.

>>40782837
What? I thought you had to kiss her chastely on the lips to be considered married? Aww man how I'm supposed explain why I have 9 wives to my family?

>>40782751
>Take her with you, hiding her in the trunk of your car.

>If Rodriguez doesn't do the work for the money, have Sandra bribe him with sex.

>>40782678
>The same goes for the last vote last thread.
Made the plot better and its over and done with. Deal with it.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

What to do with Sandra?
Hide here, what's the worst that could happen?
>>40782778
>>40782828

Hide in the trunk
>>40782840
>>40782866
>>40782956

How to convince Rodriguez?
Just find another cyberneticist elsewhere.
>>40782778
>>40782840

Threaten him with a gun.
>>40782866

Cry.
>>40782828

Bribe him with sex.
>>40782956

Roll 1d20 (best of three).

17+: no problems
14-16: issues at cyberneticists
13 or less: issues on trip there

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>40782984

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>40782984

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>40782984
well if no one else is gonna roll this 20

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>40782984
Fuck

>>40782996
>>40783007
well we're fucked

>>40783024
Guess I shouldn't have rolled.

Haw haw!

>>40783024
goddamnit why did you have to be 15 seconds late

now we're dead and the quest is ruined

>>40783052
fuck you

>>40782984
>13 or less: issues on trip there
That's pretty unforgiving on a d20.

>>40782996
>>40783007
>>40783022
Yep, thought so. It was fun while it lasted, pity its all gone to shit now.

>>40783024
Fuck indeed.

>>40783052
You really shouldn't have.

>>40783086
>That's pretty unforgiving on a d20.
Not really? Maybe on 1d20 but on 3d20 it's mad easy.

>>40783086
>>40783064
>>40783036
What is it with tartarus players and assuming a single failure=instadeath?
It hasn't happened in any of his quests, why would this be the first?

Rolled 1 (1d2)

"Okay. Come on," you say, jerking your head towards upstairs. You give her a pair of pants, and she has to pull the belt extremely tight to make them fit around her, as well as rolling up the bottoms. She looks a bit ridiculous, decked out in men's clothes far too large for her, but whatever. At least it's clean. Once she's dressed, you take her with you to the car, cracking open the trunk. "Get in."

She licks her lips nervously, then nods. "O-okay, Mr. Cassidy," she says, and curls up in the trunk, her eyes big as she stares up at you. "Th-thanks," she says.

"Please. You can call me Jacob," you say, as you shut the trunk. You see a nervous smile appear on her lips as you do so, a flush to her cheeks. Then you get in the front seat and start driving. The drive to Lumina Solar isn't very long - rural roads and short distance - but it's still nerve wracking, considering the place you're headed to.

Partway there, you spot a car some distance behind you. It looks an awful lot like the one that came by your house, and it's gaining pretty fast, the driver reckless in his attempts to catch up with you. You put on the gas yourself, but you bought this car for fuel efficiency and ease of maintenance, not speed. Soon enough, he's practically bumper to bumper with you, honking menacingly.

>Pull over, like he obviously wants you to.
>Come to a sudden stop, potentially getting Sandra hurt.
>Shoot him.
>Write-in.

>>40783159
>Pull over, like he obviously wants you to.
force him to pull alongside us and have our pistol ready behind the car door

>>40783159
>>Pull over, like he obviously wants you to.

>>40783159
>Pull over, like he obviously wants you to.

>>40783159
>>Pull over, like he obviously wants you to.
Then speed off when he gets out. Then shoot his engine

>>40783159
>Pull over, like he obviously wants you to.

>>40783159
>Keep a poker face on and ignore him.

>>40783223
pistol rounds are not likely to do jack shit to his engine if they are capable of reaching it

Pull over.
>>40783184
>>40783204
>>40783217
>>40783242

Fake pulling over.
>>40783223

Ignore him.
>>40783246

Roll 1d20, best of three.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>40783380
well if no one else is gonna roll this 20

>>40783223
I think the tires or his legs would be a better target.

>>40783398
Yep, that's a 20 alright.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>40783380

>>40783398
>>40783432
awww shiiiit
can we get triples and win the entire quest?

>>40783398
>>40783432
wat

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>40783380
well if no one else is gonna roll this third 20

>>40783432
>>40783398
>sorry, your backlight seems to be broken.
>had to inform you, it's very dangerous to go out like that!
>Also, the boys are sorry for going over your stuff and we made some BBQ
>Oh, and Kovacs says fuck that bitch, he'll just grow a new one, so if you find her, feel free to

>>40783510
I bet Tart is confused as fuck and has no idea what to do with these rolls and this situation

>>40783561
Nah, I figured something out.

You turn on your signal, flashing your brakes and slowing down on the side of the road. The other car follows suit, the man in the passenger seat exiting the vehicle and coming around, looking in your back seat and passenger seat first. Your metallic fingers wrap around the pistol in your waistband as you wait for the man to reach your door. He leans forward, tapping it with a knuckle, and you roll down the window. You recognize him as the man with the electronic device from earlier. "Where you headed, soldier?" There's a cock-eyed grin in his expression that makes you want to blow his brains out.

"Lumina Solar," you admit. It is the truth, and it's pretty obvious.

"Might I inquire as to why?"

You shrug, then wince, your fingers wrapping around your right shoulder. "Joint ache," you lie. "Right up on the place where alloy meats flesh, you ever had that?"

"Nope. Sounds like a bitch. Look, you mind opening the trunk? Worried there might be something in there, and I'd like for you to help easy my worries."

"Oh, sure," you say, your fingers calm. You press the 'open trunk' button, but not so hard that it actually activates. He smiles and heads back around the vehicle, getting to the trunk. The moment he gets to the trunk, you hit a button that opens the back seat, flipping the rows upwards. "Get out," you hiss at Sandra. She scrambles out, and you close the back seat bit up, quickly. She hides in the seat well, pulling a blanket over herself.

"Trunk's not opening," the man calls out.

"Sorry," you say, this time actually pressing the button as the back seat slides closed. "That better?" He looks it over, obviously disappointed.

"Dammit," he cusses, and he closes the back seat. "Well, sorry to bother you," he says, stepping back towards the car, shaking his head as he goes. You wait for them to drive away - in the direction of San Perlita - before you do anything further.

>Go through with the plan.
>Reassure Sandra that it's going to be okay.
>Write-in.

>>40783604
>Go through with the plan.
>Reassure Sandra that it's going to be okay.

>>40783604
>>Go through with the plan.
Damn we're good

>>40783604
>Reassure Sandra that it's going to be okay.

>>40783604
>Go through with the plan.
>Reassure Sandra that it's going to be okay.

>>40783604
>Put her back in the trunk then go through with the plan.

>>40783652
>Damn we're good
You needed 2 20s to get past my 9.

Go through with plan.
>>40783651
>>40783652
>>40783689
>>40783725

It's going to be okay.
>>40783651
>>40783654
>>40783689

>>40783604

>Reassure Sandra.
>Go through with the plan.

>Other

>Give that bitch a hug

She's got to be going full-panic mode right now. Good thing we can apparently summon nat 20's on bluffs out of nowhere.

>>40783862
I don't actually see a difference in the options nor what the plan of action of the second choice actually is...

>>40783902

We literally have to dick the sureness back into her on the side of the road.

>>40783902
I'm combining both because both got a majority.

>>40783913
and I still don't see what each entails

>>40783937
Continuing with the plan (to remove monitoring systems from cybernetics), and verbally reassuring her.

>>40783950
why is it we needed to vote on those? they are pretty much automatic responses

>>40783996
Because I reached 2000 characters.

You reach into the back seat, pulling the blanket off of Sandra, who looks absolutely terrified, her eyes clearly showing an emotional connection to you that she's clinging to for dear life. "It's going to be okay," you reaffirm her. "They didn't spot you, and they left. We're even safer than we were before. Alright?"

Sandra nods, tentatively, a weak smile curling up on her lips, her eyebrows creased in relief. "O-okay... Jacob," she says, tasting the word as it leaves her lips with genuine relish. You wonder whether she'll be so obviously affectionate once you're safe, or if this is just a fear response from her. You honestly have no way of knowing. "Should I get back in the trunk?"

You click the button. "Probably for the best," you say. She crawls into the trunk, and you close the back seat on her.

The remainder of the drive to Lumina Solar is peaceful, with no one bothering you again. You pull into the parking lot of Dr. Rodriguez's office, your nerves running a mile a minute. You speak to the trunk. "I'm going to go in. Should be a simple operation, not more than an hour. Stay calm, even if I don't come back right away, okay?"

"O-okay," you hear Sandra murmur, from the trunk. You take a look at the petty cash you grabbed. A normal maintenance costs $2k, this is $5k. It should be plenty enough for something as simple as turning off the monitoring systems, which you're pretty sure just requires messing with the machine's settings, and no actual physical labor.

You step into the office. It's clean and well lit. "Mr. Cassidy," says the receptionist, Elaine, a nice young kid, whose mom is an engineer on the Space Rail. She smiles as she sees you. "I didn't realize you had an appointment today."

"I don't," you admit. "This is a walk-in."

"Oh," Elaine says. She glances down at the computer. "Rodriguez is out at the moment. He should be back in an hour or so."

>Wait here.
>Go back to your car and wait there.
>Ask Elaine if she could do it.
>Write-in.

>>40784046

>Ask Elaine if she could do it

We might get a better price. Or no price at all.

>>40784046
>Ask Elaine if she could do it.
if not then
>Go back to your car and wait there.

>>40784046
>Ask Elaine if she could do it.

>>40784111
Don't do this. The less people know what we are planning, the better.


>Go back to your car and wait there.

>>40784046
>Ask Elaine if she could do it.

>>40784155

We could weave some long-winded yarn about the government coming after us, and we have to make it to Tangier in less than a day if we're going to have any chance of disappearing before the feds get their hands on us, and please kid, you gotta help us, please!

When NovaTech gets to her, they'll have an amazingly ludicrous false trail laid out for them.

Elaine, can you do it?
>>40784111
>>40784122
>>40784144
>>40784175

Wait in car.
>>40784155

Roll 1d20 (best of three).

8-: she can't, and she's suspicious.
9-13: no, she can't
14-16: she thinks she can (she fucks it up)
17+: she can, and she does it properly.

>>40784241
>implying she can help us
>implying she would help us if she could
>implying Novatech would believe that kind of ludicrous false trail for even a nanosecond

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>40784282
Let's channel some of that last roll right here

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>40784282

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>40784282

>>40784282
Uhh we haven't yet decided whether we want her doing it or not, thats kind of something we want to vote on and not just roll for immediately...

>14-16: she thinks she can (she fucks it up)
Right then, we'll be getting forced into failing this without even voting on it...

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>40784282

>>40784282
We voted to ask her, not to get her to do it.

What the fuck?

>>40784337
Why would you ask her if you were just going to say no if she could?

>>40784288

They fell for the ole fake backseat ruse, why not.

>>40784337
>>40784367
Chill out, you stupid fucking samefag. She's saying no anyway.

>>40784337
>>40784367

>Asking her to do it doesn't imply we want her to do it
Can you think a little about your posts before you post them?

>>40784378
You too. Think a little bit about what you just wrote. Cmon people.

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>>40784404

"It's a pretty simple job, actually," you say. Elaine smiles, brushing some of her red hair out of her eyes. "You might even be able to do it. I know this is an internship deal for you."

Her brow knits a little, but she's listening. "Okay. What is it?"

"My monitoring systems, you know, the ones that interface with the satellite? I'm... well, I'd like a bit more privacy than they currently afford. Is there any way you can turn them off? It's just a software thing, after all."

Elaine's brow knits further, and she seems to stare at your arm in fascination or worry. "Hmm..." she hums in thought. "Well... I mean... it's just a software issue..." she taps her fingers on the desk, unsure of herself. "Monitoring systems is... oh, wait, it's connected to the update systems, and if those fuck up it can make the whole thing go into DRM shutdown. No, I definitely couldn't do that, sorry," she says, offering you a consoling smile. "If you're willing to wait, Dr. Rodriguez could probably do it when he gets back."

"I am," you say. "Let me just go get something from my car to read?" She nods, turning her attention back to her desk, playing some simple video game or other. Minesweeper, you'd guess, though you can't see her computer screen. You get into your vehicle before speaking to Sandra. "Hey," you say, your voice quiet.

"Hi," she whispers back. "Are you done already?"

"No, I have to wait an hour for Dr. Rodriguez to get back. When he gets here, he should be able to do it." You can hear Sandra make a little noise of acknowledgement. "It'd be weird for me to spend all the time in the car, so..."

"It's okay," Sandra says. "I'm used to it," she whispers, so low you don't think she actually intended for you to hear it.

>What does she mean by that?
>You don't really care what she means by that, it's not relevant. Grab a book and go back to the waiting room.
>Write-in.

>>40784596
>>What does she mean by that?

>>40784596
>What does she mean by that?

>>40784596
>What does she mean by that?

>>40784596

>What does she mean by that?

>>40784596
>What does she mean by that?

What do you mean?
>>40784619
>>40784651
>>40784661
>>40784681
>>40784683

"What do you mean by that?" You ask. There's a little sound, a gasp or something, and you guess she's surprised you heard. "That you're used to it?"

"M-my husband," Sandra starts, nervous, and you can imagine her expression, her fingers toying with each other, her eyes big and scared. "He would keep me cooped up at home most of the time. No books, no television, no games, no friends, no computers, nothing to do all day. I mean, I like to cook and clean, but if there are only two people you're doing that for, it's not something you can do all day! Our guards were instructed to have no more interaction with me than absolutely necessary. It was... really, really lonely," she admits. "But I guess it helped me get used to solitude and boredom, which is helpful right now."

You roll your tongue on the inside of your mouth, not really sure what to say. The silence stretches out, awkwardly. "Well, I promise I won't do anything like that, if you wind up sticking with me."

Sandra makes a muted noise with her throat in acknowledgement. "Thank you..." she mumbles out, uncertainly. "I- I guess I should say, my husband is Alexander Kovacs, on the board of directors of NovaTech. I just..." she trails off. "Thank you. I promise I'll be good for you. Just take care of me, okay?"

>Sure thing. Let me go back inside and wait for Dr. Rodriguez.
>Keep her company in the car, talking to her.
>Write-in.

>>40784992
>Sure thing. Let me go back inside and wait for Dr. Rodriguez.

>>40784992
>Keep her company in the car, talking to her.

>>40784992
>>Keep her company in the car, talking to her.

>>40784992
>Keep her company in the car, talking to her.
Just for a little while, get to know her, I guess.

>>40784992
>Write-in.
tell her you knew that, then give her a book and a flashlight to wait and head back

>>40784992

>Keep her company in the car, talking to her.
>If anyone asks, you're listening to the radio. There's a game on.

>>40784992
>Keep her company in the car, talking to her.

Keep her company.
>>40785048
>>40785050
>>40785066
>>40785079
>>40785089

Wait in the office.
>>40785034
>>40785067

You settle into your seat, leaning back, turning up the air conditioner, and clicking the radio on, to cover up your conversation. "Sure thing," you say. "You want to talk? I mean, instead of just sitting in here, alone?"

"Okay. What do you want to talk about?"

"I don't know," you admit, glancing briefly at your watch. An hour out. You wipe at your eyes. "Where do you see yourself, a year out?" You try.

There's a pause from her. "I... I don't... where do you want me to be, a year out?"

"I'm not asking where I want you to be," you say, pointedly. Sandra goes quiet, for a very long time. "I guess it's weird, to think about a year in the future, when you're only two years old." Sandra gives a little laugh. "But really, if everything goes well, where do you want to be?"

"I... I want to have a husband who... you know..." she trails off. Your earlier conversations about men and women must have made her feel a bit reluctant to give you the full description.

You have to pry it out of her. "Come on. Tell me. Promise I won't get mad."

"I want to have a husband who takes care of me, and protects me, and gives me direction," she offers. She keeps explaining, more and more, about her exact desires, and it's not particularly surprising. She wants a big strong man to tell her what to do, she wants to have a lot of babies with said big strong man, she wants to make food for him and clean up after him and at some point the list of all the things she wants to do with her hypothetical husband turns into a list of things she thinks might appeal to you.

It's like Sandra's entire idea of her identity is built around having a man. Which it probably is.

>Tell her she just thinks stuff because she was basically brainwashed.
>Tell her you promise to keep her for as long as she wants to be kept.
>Write-in.

>>40785351
>Tell her she just thinks stuff because she was basically brainwashed.
but
>you promise to keep her for as long as she wants to be kept.

>>40785351
>Tell her you promise to keep her for as long as she wants to be kept

Mostly because the alternative is horrible. "Your life is a lie and you were genetically engineered to think this way."

I'll take reasons for psychotic break for two-hundred, Alex.

>>40785409
backing

>>40785351
this sounds like a plan : >>40785409

>>40785351
>>40785409
this but be really gentle with the first bit

>>40785351
>Your life is a lie and you're a genetically engineered fuck up.

>>40785409
I mean, she was made like this. Even if you tell her that she's only thinking like this because she was made to think like this won't change who she is.

Encouraging her to find her own likes/wants (that are not man related) could develop her identity more maybe.

>>40785351
>>Tell her you promise to keep her for as long as she wants to be kept.

>>40785351
>Tell her she just thinks stuff because she was basically brainwashed
The life she wants isn't a bad thing, but she should explore other options, hobbies etc.

>>40785351
>that's nice, but what would you do if you didn't have a man.
>what if he went for a tour for like a week and couldn't take you with him, what would you like to do then? What would you watch on TV, what music would you listen to? Would you like to draw, or maybe learn to dance or sing?

Yeah, you're cray cray, but, hell, I'll fuck ya.
>>40785409
>>40785427
>>40785439
>>40785471

I'll wife the shit out of you, bitch.
>>40785424
>>40785496

You only think that stuff because you're basically brainwashed.
>>40785515

What if you didn't have a husband?
>>40785534

>>40785534
we should slowly ask her these things, slowly broaden her horizons, but not too fast

"...if he liked to shoot, then I'd learn so that I could go out with him, and we could go shooting together, and he could show me off. Unless he wanted to be alone when he was shooting, of course, then I'd-"

"Sandra," you say, cutting her off. She goes silent instantly. "You do realize that the reason you think these things is because you have basically been brainwashed since birth to think them, right?" There's a pause. "I mean, you can't normally raise somebody in two years. They have to specially target all that learning. This is something they did to you."

Sandra is quiet for a little while, then speaks. "W-well, what does it matter? I mean... if I loved Alexander, would you be saying that? Or would you be saying, oh, how sweet, what a nice couple? That's what everybody said when I pretended to love him."

"You don't love Alexander," you point out.

"That's not the point!" She sounds childish and frustrated. "This is me! There's no... there's no secret other Sandra who doesn't think like this! This is the real me." Her voice is petulant. There's an awkward silence, which she breaks before you. "S-sorry Jacob," she murmurs. "Please don't be angry with me."

"I'm not angry with you," you say, with a long sigh. "Do you see how you look? You stand up for yourself and your immediate response is worry that I'm going to be angry with you."

"I-I don't really know what you think of me, and you're all I have, and I'm on the run from my husband, so of course I'm scared that you won't help me any more." You can practically hear the tears forming in her eyes.

"Look. Sandra." You pause, trying to think of something to reassure her. "I promise to keep you for as long as you want me to," you say, at last. "Alright?"

"R-really?" Her voice is so hopeful, so needy.

"Really," you say.

"Thank you," she says, her voice soft, alluring. "You have no idea how much that means to me."

>Say something else. [Write-in]
>Wait for Dr. Rodriguez to arrive. [Timeskip]
>Write-in.

>>40785755
>>Say something else. [Write-in]
ask her some mundane binary questions to get an idea of what things she likes, like beaches or snowy mountains and such

>>40785755
>Say something else. [Write-in]
Something along these lines >>40785534
"However, you gotta get some interests for yourself. When we get to a safe place, how about you sit down and watch some movies and listen to some music and generally just try things regardless of whether I like those things, okay? Figure something for yourself."

>>40785755

>[Timeskip]
>Baseball game on the radio

>>40785755
>Say something else. [Write-in]
talk about your previous job as a fixer

>>40785755
Turn the radio on. Find a channel she likes.

Try to figure out what she likes.
>>40785819
>>40785835
>>40785887

Talk about yourselves, bitches love that.
>>40785882

Wait.
>>40785836

>>40785755
Wait for Rodriguez

You start flicking the radio through channels, giving each a little while (unless it's on commercials). "Tell me what you like, Sandra."

She's very tentative at first, obviously trying to prod you for a signal as to which ones you like, but when that fails, she finally starts to pick them out for real. Her choices are rather banal, honestly: pop song, pop song, cheery pop song, pop song. She hardly pays attention to the lyrics at all, so the ones about deep and abiding love, the ones about bad break ups, and the ones about being alone, all get just as much approval. After you get a good sense of it, you leave on a "Top 10" station that plays nothing but trashy pop songs, and start to talk.

"So. What kind of weather do you like? Snowy, warm, humid?"

"I- I guess... I don't know. I like it when it's not raining. I don't like getting water in my clothes or my shoes."

Dragging every bit of information out of her is a Herculean effort. She doesn't know. She's never tried. What do you like? There's this almost ridiculous degree to which she is willing to contort herself, her desires, her preferences, to her man's, and it's honestly a little scary. You're pretty sure it's not attachment per se; if you dumped her, she'd find some other guy and do the same thing with him. At least, that's the impression you get.

You spot Rodriguez's car pull up into the parking lot, and you turn off the radio. "I'm going inside, okay?"

"Okay," Sandra says from the trunk.

"Shouldn't be long," you add, turning off the car and quickly walking after Dr. Rodriguez. "I need a quick thing done," you say to him, giving him the gist of it.

"What's the rush?"

>The 'rush' is none of his business!
>Lie. Uh, you're just feeling paranoid.
>Lie. You've got a really psycho stalker.
>Truth.
>Write-in.

>>40786338

>Write-in

>The government found some old files I thought I'd burned ages ago. I've got to scrub my trackers and get the hell out of here, pronto. I'm going to Zimbabwe, man, I'm getting the fuck out of here. Help a brother out Rodriguez.

Once they put him to the question, they have some geese to chase in subsaharan Africa.

>>40786338
Paranoia, paranoia, paranoia's comin to get me

>>40786338
>>Lie. Uh, you're just feeling paranoid.
Some Biker gang is after me for finishing a fight with one of their drunks. They found me when they shouldn't have.

>>40786448
>>40786428
I could go for either one of these

>>40786338
>>40786428
Seconding this guy.

>>40786428
Why would we tell him we're a fugitive? Isn't that even worse than having problems with our employers?

>>40786428
I suggest not "The government" and instead, "One of my old "Friends" who stabbed me in the back a few years ago."

Rolled 2 (1d2)

1 - I am on the run from the law. What could possibly go wrong with telling you this?
>>40786428
>>40786488
>>40786492

2 - Paranoia.
>>40786430
>>40786448
>>40786488

>>40786515

Because it could direct our actual pursuers with a false trail, causing them to waste time and resources while we disappear.

We're asking Rodriguez to turn off our trackers, dude knows what's up. Just lie so that when he inevitably gives us up, we aren't completely fucked.

>>40786515
I think it was pretty self evident that we were in some shady business. I mean, we're a guy moved in recently with cyber gear, no history, and a fuckload of cash. I assume many of his patients are/were like this, if he worked anywhere else. He has to suspect something.

>>40786587
You have history, and most of your money is in a retirement account. You were a soldier from 2038-2042, a mercenary with Dalet Company from 2042-2044, and a Security Consultant for NovaTech from 2044-2055.

>>40786560
Thank jeebus.

"Feeling a bit paranoid," you say, truthfully. "Yesterday, a bunch of KAX bikers came to my front door, tried to start trouble," you say, again, truthfully. "Worried that it might be a problem with these," you say, slapping your cybernetic arm. "Can't think of any other way they could have found me." A total lie.

He looks you over. "It's very difficult for an unauthorized user to gain access to that sort of information..." he says, pointedly.

"Still," you say. "Better safe than sorry."

He strums his fingers. "Do you have the money up front? It'll be $500 per part, and there's six parts with monitoring systems, so-" you cut him off by taking out the wad of $5k, counting out $3,000, and giving it to him. "Hrm," he says. He's obviously at least a little suspicious, but that's a good chunk of money for the job. "Alright. Step inside."

The process itself is pretty simple. You sit in a chair, he cracks open some paneling, puts in a couple wires, and types on his computer for a minute or so. The eyes are obnoxious, as he has to physically pull them out from their sockets, which makes your brain flip out, working on autopilot and based on expectations of a fleshy eyeball. It takes a lot longer to calm yourself enough that you don't jerk away from him automatically.

Finally, he's done, and your monitoring systems are all disabled. "That should do it," he says, offering you a smile, clapping you on the shoulder. "Now, I've got an appointment in..." he looks at his watch, "ten minutes, so get out."

You do, getting back in your car and turning it on, tuning the radio to pop so that Sandra can listen to something she enjoys, at least.

>You need to withdraw your money from your account.
>Better to get gone. You've got $2,000 and marketable skills, that should be enough to get far away, right?
>Write-in.

>>40786727

>Money then identify the fastest, safest route to taking up temporary residence in another country. Preferably one that isn't very outwardly affiliated with NovaTech.

>>40786727
If I were them, I'd monitor my bank movements. If we withdraw now it'll draw even more attention; so far we dodged the bullet 2 times, and if they really suspected we had the girl, they'd have us (or attempt to get) van'd. 2000$ is enough for a while, until we figure out how to get to the money safely, and where to go in general.

Don't we have a decker we can call to make our money disappear for us?

>>40786823
This is actually a pretty good point, I'll back this

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>>40786727
Go on NeoCraigslist and trade our car for something fast with no computer shit in it, then gtfo

What are the laws on vat-grown people anyway? Do they have any rights? Apparently, marriage is fine with them, so they are legally able to do some stuff at least.

If word got out that she left because her husband was abusive, that would be a huge blow to the public image, even if legally she couldn't do shit. Kovacs would probably be better off making up some cover story about a glitch in the cloning process giving her brain tumor and killing her in her sleep. Maybe a sob story about how little time she had on earth but it was beautyful and she'll live on in our hearts yadda, yadda before investing in another clonewaifu and some prostitutes to pass the time for two years.

>>40786823
>>40786727
backing

>>40787028
Or just decanting a backup and pretending nothing happened.

>>40786970
yee

>>40786727
>Withdraw all dat moni

>>40786727
>>You need to withdraw your money from your account.

Withdraw money.
>>40786761
>>40786815
>>40787122
>>40787157

Don't.
>>40786823
>>40786889
>>40787076

Trade car
>>40786970
>>40787089

Roll 1d20.

17+: success without problems.
14-16: withdrawal noted, but not in time to stop it.
13-: withdrawal/suspicious behavior noted in time to stop it.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>40787204

>>40787204
(best of three!)

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>40787204
aw shit
high numbers pls
we need those dolla dolla bills

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>40787204

>>40787220
>>40787228
WELP apparently the people assigned to look after our bank account are idiots and or asleep

>>40783398
>>40783432
>>40783504
>>40787220
>>40787228
Always remember /tg/ dice are biased to roll low guys.

>>40787228

>You have accidentally robbed the bank of 37 million dollars US, leaving no evidence behind to link you to the bizarre crime. In two months, an internal audit will pin this on a completely innocent accountant, who spends 8 years in federal prison for embezzlement.

>>40787272
Explain further.

"Okay. We're headed to the bank to make a big withdrawal," you say, as you pull out. "Should be enough money to build a new life in there. I spent seventeen years earning money and not spending it, so there's a lot. Everything's going to be fine from here on out, Sandra."

"Okay," she says. She's quiet as she says it, like she's not quite sure what you're looking for. "Thank you, Jacob. I promise to be a good wife for you."

You snort. "Give it a rest, Sandra," you say.

"I don't know what else to say..." she says, almost sulkily. "I do want to pay you back, and it's the only way I know how."

"Well, just say thanks. There's plenty of time to pay me back, and plenty of ways to do it besides being a wife." She makes a little noise of agreement, and you pull into the parking lot of the LSC Bank. "Should be pretty quick, just stay here." The only problem with the LSC Bank is that it's a subsidiary of NovaTech, and if they've flagged you (say, because you live at Sandra's last known location and just disabled your monitoring system), then there could be all kinds of trouble. Still, you should be able to get out of it okay.

You stride up to the teller. "I'd like to make a withdrawal," you say, taking out your card. "Everything, into cash." She looks at you briefly, then your card, sliding it through the reader.

"There are thirteen million dollars US on this card, sir. Are you sure you want to withdraw all of it?"

"Yes," you say.

"Thumbprint and ID, please." You slide out a driver's license and press your thumb to the little pad she pushes out. After a few seconds, she pauses, looking at your hand. "Oh. Sorry, sir. For individuals with prosthetic or cybernetic hands, we require a ret..." she looks up at your cybernetic eyes. "Please hold one moment." She clicks several times. "According to this, I'm going to need some DNA," she says, going through drawers before she produces a small device and a container of cotton swabs. "Please open your mouth."

>(1/2)

You do, she swabs it, puts it down, and then smiles. "Your DNA profile is a match, and this profile picture corresponds to the US national database," she says, with an easy smile. "Please wait while we prepare your money."

It takes surprisingly little time, just a few minutes, though they're pretty anxiety filled. Then she slides the briefcase with the money over to you.

"Have a nice day," she says.

"You too," you say, before getting into the car. "We've got the money," you say, the container of cash placed in the well of the passenger's side seat. "Now it's just a matter of deciding where to go and how to get there."

"I... I don't really know anything about that kind of thing," Sandra says.

"I know. I'll handle it."

>Opposite side of the country, somewhere even more rural in Idaho or Alaska. No need for new ID, but you'll still be well inside in NovaTech's operating territory.
>Federated People's Republic of Indonesia. Far, far away, and NovaTech isn't allowed to operate there ever since a plant went boom, but it'll be hard to get yourself smuggled into the country, and you might pay certain legal costs (effective second class citizenship, opening yourself to predation) in the process.
>Japan. Upside: first world, developed, probably the smallest presence of NovaTech you're likely to find in the first world. Downside: although the local corporations are stronger, NovaTech still has some tendrils there.
>A Caribbean microstate. Legally a questionable place to live, but, easy to get to and hard for NovaTech to find you there.
>Write-in.

>>40787589
>>40787614
If you tried this shit at a bank now, they'd tell you that the vaults are time locked and you should have told them in advance that you are withdrawing a lot of money, at least where I live.

>>40787642
Whatever!!! Future banks are incredible!!

>>40787614
>Japan. Upside: first world, developed, probably the smallest presence of NovaTech you're likely to find in the first world. Downside: although the local corporations are stronger, NovaTech still has some tendrils there.

>>40787614
Which one of these lets us buy Prodomine?

>>40787651
Just nitpicking.

>>40787614
Japan. We also need our prescription and I'd think we could get it in Japan, while we'd run into problems otherwise (either because Nova can track it easy, or because it's hard to get).

>>40787614
Lets go to Japan

>>40787686
All of them, to varying degrees of difficulty.

FPRI: socialized health care includes over the counter Prodomine.
Japan: controlled substance, but not hard to get a doctor's note for if you have cybernetics.
Caribbean: expensive, but you can have it delivered to your doorstep.

>>40787717
>Glorious Nihongo

>>40787694
That said, we'd be like a sore thumb, if Japan is anything like today.

Does she even speak the language? Do WE even speak the language?

>>40787614

>A Caribbean microstate.

Guys, we have the domestic-bot 5000, $13 million, and it doubles as a safehouse from the big bad corp.

I see literally no downside.

>>40787733
It's the future, everyone probably speaks a common trade language and nothing else.

>>40787614
>>A Caribbean microstate.
We can afford it so might as well.

>>40787750
what if domestic-bot 5000 malfunctions?

>>40787614
>Japan
So, we totally know japanese right?

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>>40787784

Google!

>>40787828
You speak English, French, and Arabic. So you don't speak any of these languages.

Of course, if you live in a country and don't do stupid shit you will inevitably learn the damn language pretty quick.

Nihon:
>>40787670
>>40787694
>>40787712
>>40787722
>>40787726
>>40787828

Caribbean:
>>40787750
>>40787777

You start driving, far away from San Perlita and Lumina Solar alike. "We're going to go to Japan," you say, at last. "I have a friend who can fake us up IDs that will work well enough to get us over the border. A white couple in Japan will stick out, but not by that large of a margin, and it's a nice place to live. NovaTech shouldn't be able to find us there."

"Okay," Sandra says, her voice sounding scared from the trunk. "I trust you."

* * *

>One Month Later...

Being that you don't want all of your money to be frittered away on an extremely expensive and extremely small apartment, you did the wise thing and chose to live in one of the areas of Japan that are not made up of nothing but urban sprawl.

It's a smaller town, near the coast, something a bit like San Perlita in its own way. Your grasp of Japanese is minimal, but with some Pimsleur and a lot of work, you've managed to get up to basic conversation. Sandra has learned it a lot quicker, and is already capable of fairly conversation, which is especially annoying since she spends most of her days at home. She's a very... submissive woman, always waiting on you hand and foot when given the slightest opportunity to do so.

At least she's started reading in her spare time. Of course, her stated reason for preferring reading is "I can just remember the page and close the book if you need me, so you don't have to worry about interrupting." Still. Progress, right?

>Encourage her to branch out further. Get her stuff to do all day.
>Try to get her to socialize more. Invite some of the local community members over for dinner. Hostessing is something she seems inclined towards.
>Fuck it. She likes it, and you get to stick your dick in a hot woman. You can't complain that much.
>Write-in.

>>40788135
>Encourage her to branch out further. Get her stuff to do all day.

>>40788135
>>Encourage her to branch out further. Get her stuff to do all day

>>40788135
>Encourage her to branch out further. Get her stuff to do all day.
Goddamnit we will fix this if we have to shoot a bunch of men in suits to do it

>>40788135
>>Encourage her to branch out further. Get her stuff to do all day and fuck her all night.

Reading isn't a bad hobby.

>>40788246
Speaking of which we need to buy guns.
lots of guns.
and make our house really easily to defend.
and buy guns.

>Encourage her to branch out further. Get her stuff to do all day.

Books, more books, puzzles, maybe a musical instrument

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>>40788285
>guns
>in Japan
>Personal guns in Japan
>non military or police or government personnel

Anon, I...

You need to do other things.
>>40788200
>>40788240
>>40788246
>>40788262
>>40788324

>>40788135
Whatever option lets us shoot some people, fug m8 I want Universal Soldier/Johnny Mnemonic/Minority Report not settling down in rural Japan with an emotionally stunted toddler waifu.

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>>40788369

>>40788369
Look, it's not my fault you guys never voted to solve your problems with violence.

Anyway, give it a little bit.

"Sandra," you say, and she twists in place at the counter, her apron clinging pretty tightly to the dress that barely covers her butt. You're pretty sure she picked it out solely because she saw how you looked at her in it. "You need to branch out more. I'm going to the bookstore and I'm going to pick out some new books for you. I expect you to read them and tell me which ones you liked best." You find it's much easier to accomplish this stuff when you make it an order rather than a request or a suggestion. If it's a request or a suggestion for her to do something for herself, then she'll be incredibly resistant to actually fucking doing it, and instead focus on waiting on you hand and foot. If it's an order, she follows through like you were her drill sergeant.

"Sure thing, Jacob," she says, smiling at you. "Your wish is my command," she adds, as she turns her attention back to meal preparation.

You leave, driving to the nearest bookstore and picking up a couple dozen new books for her. Science fiction, romance, mystery, fantasy, young adult, autobiographies, history... you get a little bit of everything. She deserves to have interests besides serving you and making you happy and being a diligent little housewife.

When you get home, the food is ready, and she sets it out in front of you. A big old handmade pizza, which she cuts the first slice out of... and gives to you. Only then does she start to serve herself. When the two of you finish, she winds up coming over to you. "Jacob..." she murmurs, her voice sultry, her thighs on your lap. "Would you like some desert?" She's got this almost mischievous glint in her eye as her fingers trace the outline of your cock.

You studiously ignore her best efforts, acting as though you were completely unaware of her implications. "Read at least one of those books," you say, gesturing to the pile on the couch. "Cover to cover. Then we'll have 'desert,'" you add. Best to incentivize good behavior, at least.

>(1/2)

She picks up the smallest of the books - no surprise there - a jokebook, and quickly starts to turn the pages, flipping through them with a diligent speed. Her occasional smile, chuckle, or guffaw suggests she really is reading it, though, and she doesn't even cast a sidelong glance in your direction. Such distractions would mean it would take longer for her to finish, you guess. You decide to start cleaning the table, and you can see the tension in her body as she recognizes the sounds, but doesn't do anything, just pursing her lips and furrowing her brow and reading faster. You're intruding on her territory.

She finishes it in just under an hour, and then there's no stopping her. She practically shoves you to the bed, hurriedly undoing both of your clothes with a frantic quickness. The sex is as amazing as you expected based on that first blowjob she gave you, back in San Perlita. She's an incredibly giving woman, and yet, every time you fuck her, you feel like the most incredible lover in the world; she's probably come somewhere around ten times to every one time you have, she's that sensitive.

When she finishes this time, you lie on the bed, caked in sweat. She's naked and lying next to you, staring into your eyes, her fingers gently caressing your cheek. She kisses you, smiling. "I'm very lucky to have gotten a man as thoughtful as you," she whispers, the sound of her voice tickling your ear.

>Fuck her again.
>Tell her to go read another book and when she's finished you'll go another round.
>Ask her if there's anything she'd be interested in outside of the house. Beach? A movie? A dinner date?
>Write-in.

>>40788285
This, also we need a gud car.
>>40788326
If our friends can smuggle a cyborg mercenary and a sexy sexy toddler into Japan I'm sure they can at least get us a gun or twelve. Or we can undergo rigorous testing, spend 90 fucktillion yen and get a shotgun license.
>>40788423
Hey, I just wanted to add a car chase but all the weebs had voted Nipland for the destination so it was too l8 m8.

>>40788697
>Ask her if there's anything she'd be interested in outside of the house. Beach? A movie? A dinner date?

>>40788697
>Ask her if there's anything she'd be interested in outside of the house. Beach? A movie? A dinner date?
This is how NovaTech finds us and I don't even care.

>>40788697
Beach/movie/dinner

Also, did we bust in her?

>>40788697
>Tell her to go read another book and when she's finished you'll go another round.

Want to do something outdoorsy?
>>40788754
>>40788788
>>40788852

Read a book, bitch.
>>40788857

>>40788852
Hmm. She'd prefer it if you did, but you guys's choice. Do you regularly bust your nut in her tight little pussy or do you prefer to avoid possibly knocking her up?

>>40788886
Came on her tits.

>>40788886
We are actively trying to get her pregnant.
All our sex is for the sole purpose of procreation.

>>40788886
Make her take the pill or whatever futuristic version thereof so we can nut with impunity.

>>40788886
Cum in her ass and stick a butt plug in to keep it there till it gets absorbed.

>>40788886
IMPREGNATE

>>40788886
Make sure she's on the pill. We're still not in the safe zone yet.

Impregnation:
>>40788974
>>40789038

No impregnation:
>>40788917
>>40788975
>>40789006
>>40789061

>>40788975
>>40789061
backing, we're NOT safe enough to consider starting a family

"Is there anything you would like to do outside the house?" You turn your attention to her, cool metal stroking warm flesh softly as you brush her long, blonde hair to the side. "Go to the beach, a movie, a dinner date, hiking, stop me if you hear something you like..."

"Sorry," she says. "I don't know... I think a dinner date would remind me too much of Alexander. I guess... the beach? Would you be able to swim, with these?" Her fingers caress the cold alloy of your cybernetic limbs.

"Yeah. They're waterproof and lightweight. I mean, I'll have to put on a layer of finish so as to minimize wear and tear, but it's fine otherwise."

* * *

The beach is lovely, and playing with Sandra in the water is simply a delight. The sand turns into saltwater a few meters from where you're lying, and Sandra is in a gorgeous two-piece swimsuit. She sits by your side on your towel, cuddled up next to you, while you play with her still-wet hair. "You almost won," you say to her, earning a giggle on her part. "No, really."

"Oh, please," she says. "You were just letting me off easy."

"No, I'm serious. Come on. Let's do it again," you say, standing up, and she follows after you.

After a few steps, she stops, her fingers digging into your shoulder, her weight starting to balance on you. "J-Jacob," she stammers, "I, I don't feel..." her legs shake beneath her, "good." She collapses, and you just barely manage to grab her before she falls to the ground altogether. She's gasping for breath and convulsing in your grasp, every muscle flipping out, choking sounds coming from her throat as she tries and fails to speak. Her eyes are wide and filled with incoherent terror as they stare into yours.

>END OF SESSION

Twitter: http://twitter.com/72oOCCJ1

Next session same time tomorrow.

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>>40789038

>Are you on the run from forces larger than yourself?
>Are you escorting a sex-drone with the mental capacity of a nine year old?
>Are you stuck in a position where you need to be ready to flee possible danger at any time?

Hi! Billy Mays here to tell you NOT TO HAVE A FUCKING KID RIGHT NOW ARE YOU STUPID.

>>40789121
Thanks for running.

Looks like they set off the genetic bomb in her.

>>40789121
Oh god proximity disease, why the fuck didn't we shadowrun harder

>>40789121
thx 4 runin budi gud thred

>>40789121
O fug, fleshlight ded?