You have to be crazy to want to cross the path of a cyber-psychotic. When it goes well, it's a pile of metal and power-ups that has "only" forgotten the value of life; otherwise, it's also eager to find out what's the color of your inner skull. Some do it for the sake of thrill and challenge. There are also idealists who hope that a cure will be found thanks to them. Others only want to earn the mountain of eddies that awaits them, for every cyber-psychotic head they deliver. Bah. To me, they are crazy all the same.
You see them pass by you every day, asking you to implant some new bio-chips on them. "Are you sure?" has now become your ritual question, even if it has lost real meaning. At least that way, you can keep them under control.
The truth is hidden in the order that imposes itself on chaos. Cyber-psychosis is nothing more than the chaos that breaks order. Is it really that simple?
No one likes to stick their nose into their own affairs. Cyber-Psychosis is a secret that no one wants to reveal. This is your field.
It's not a good job. Behind those implants, behind that anger, behind that madness, there could be you, after all. And maybe one day you will really be there.
Li consideri solo dei pazzi con un desiderio di morte. Un cliché, una storia vecchia come il mondo. Ma questa è la caratteristica dei cliché: non deludono mai quando c'è bisogno di audience.
Cyber-psychosis has already snatched what you had. Hate the sin but not the sinner; they used to say. Well. You have never been good at following this advice.
The smartest minds understand that real business has always been done with the most requested product: information.
The signs of cyber-psychosis are subtle and unmistakable when you learn to recognize them. In this, you have become a master.