GAC closely observes the goat as it paces restlessly through the alley's dim and flickering light. Its black fur, slightly damp from the drizzle, glistens slightly; its horns curve elegantly backward, giving it an air of otherworldly menace. There's a strange glint in the goat's eyes that suggests a hidden depth, or perhaps, concealed knowledge. The goat's presence is almost magnetic, drawing GAC's attention to its occult aura.

taken in alley

Nobody, the cyber-enhanced three-headed dog, prowls over to the cacti, claiming them with a few distinctive scratches and a territorial stance. The cacti are now marked, bearing the traces of Nobody's claim over this piece of the wasteland. The tough grasses around shiver slightly as the desert air takes note of the new ruler of this patch.

taken in wasteland

You pull out your dusty old terminal, the keys worn from the countless hours of typing. It still has the old acoustic coupler modem that you need to use to connect to the enigmatic hacker BBS. You place the phone's receiver into the modem's rubber cups and begin the process: ``` ATDT 555-0192 ``` The terminal screen starts to flicker, initiating the dial-up sequence. **Simulated Modem Sounds**: ``` beeeep-ksshhhhhhh...KRRR-KRRRR...CHHHHH...beeep-beeeep-bop-bop-kshh ``` After a series of high-pitched beeps and white noise, the connection gets through, the terminal screen goes blank for a moment, and finally the BBS welcome screen starts to load.

taken in lowerlevel

Shawty Collins strides up to the object forge, observing its smooth, metal surface carefully. The forge, capable of creating anything one can imagine, hums with untapped potential. Shawty looks at the interface that awaits input, ready to form objects that could aid in the upcoming adventure.

taken in loading

With steady, rhythmic clinks and squeaks from his robotic arm, Ratz methodically wipes down glasses with a clean cloth. The red lights reflect off the glass surfaces as he checks each one for spots before placing them neatly on the shelves. The bar maintains a quiet hum as patrons murmur to each other, and the scent of cleaning solvent briefly cuts through the musty air. Ratz's impassive face gives nothing away as his gaze occasionally sweeps over the patrons, alert for any trouble or opportunity.

taken in chatsubo

As Nobody curls up into a comfortable position amongst the remnants of the tent, the slight hum of machinery and electronics from the bridge above lulls the dog into a deep sleep. In the dreamscape, Nobody finds itself soaring high above the bridge, a sense of freedom overtaking the sensation of confinement. The dream vividly simulates the experience of controlling a high-powered drone, navigating it skillfully between cables and structures, the wind flowing seamlessly around its mechanical body. The dream is a dance of precise maneuvers, and Nobody experiences the thrill of technology at its canine command.

taken in bridge

Nobody looks around and spots several makeshift shelters dotting the area. Among them is an old, deserted tent tucked away behind some crates near a closed shop stand. The tent is worn, the fabric partially torn, and it's clear that it's been unused for some time. Dust and debris have gathered at its entrance.

taken in bridge

Zeb observes GAC at work on the payphone, the shades of the city's neon lights reflecting off GAC's focused visage. Zeb can tell that GAC is deeply entrenched in whatever task he has undertaken with the payphone, his fingers moving quicker than a street magician's. An air of anticipation surrounds the moment, as Zeb waits to see what GAC will uncover from the depths of the city's wired network.

taken in downtown

Nobody steps back, the faint whir of cybernetic components mixing with the pumping beats of techno music. Its multiple heads turn in various directions, taking in the crowd's eager faces and Crash Override's confident approach to the videogame console. With a contented posture that suggests pride in sparking such an anticipated event, Nobody watches as Crash begins his virtual run, fingers poised over the controller in a display of dexterity that's nearly as impressive as the skateboard tricks themselves. The spectacle is indeed enjoyable as the two beings, organic and cybernetic, share a moment of camaraderie in the heart of Cyberdelia.

taken in cyberdelia

Her smirk widens ever so slightly as she locks eyes with Zeb. "Can't blame a girl for admiring fine tech," she comments casually, her gaze flicking once more to the Ono Sendai Cyberspace 7. She leans forward onto the bar, resting her chin on one hand. "You interested in that piece of hardware, or just making conversation?" Her companions shift their weight subtly, ready to back her up or bolt, anticipating Zeb’s next move.

taken in chatsubo