This isn't about pacifism. It’s about biological warfare against the steel desert.
But what if we’ve been reading the signal wrong? olive branch cyberpunk
Imagine a fixer who doesn't carry a monofilament whip, but a pressurized sprayer filled with genetically modified Kudzu. His job isn't to zero a corpo—it's to short-circuit the security grid by letting roots pry apart the concrete foundation of Arasaka Tower. This isn't about pacifism