>>5199658>>5199708>>5199909>>5199957>>5201025>CAN YOU BIOHACK A FLESH LOCK.>SURE, FIX MY MEATMAN.>DO YOU WANT TO KILL THE BAZAAR MASTER WITH MEYou gestured for your MEATMAN to SIT beside the biohacker; he obliged, contentedly holding MITTENS in his lap. The biohacker prepared her BIODECK, pulling away some of your meatman’s polymer suit to attach the VEIN-WIRES. There was a soft squelch as her TWELVE FINGERS sank into the PSYCHAL MEAT of the biodeck, gently massaging it as she attempted to FIX your MEATMAN.
Once the BIOHACKER was clearly settled in, you proceeded to ask about FLESH-LOCKS and the BAZAAR MASTER.
“Can I hack a flesh-lock?” she replied, rhetorically; her tone was sarcastic, clearly surprised that you would ask if she could perform a task so TRIVIAL. At least, trivial for her; there was an EXPERT’S TOUCH in the way she manipulated her BIODECK. “Yes, I can hack a flesh-lock; that’s, like, biohacking 101. Sometimes it can take a little bit of trying, but yeah; I can definitely get that sucker open.”
Your MEATMAN twitched in his seat, grinding his teeth together. “J-Just a tickle!” he reassured you, “I haven’t had my programming a-altered since I was m-made! What f-fun!”
The biohacker waved her BLOODY HAND in a way that suggested your meatman to HOLD STILL before she continued to speak. “My name’s Gillian, by the way. I’d offer a handshake if I wasn’t wrist-deep in psychal meat. The bazaar master’s a pretty high profile target; either they’re paying you a small fortune, or you’ve got some other reason of your own.”
GILLIAN paused and looked up at you. “I’ll help, don’t worry about that; I just wanna know what’s going on in that head of yours.”
There was a pause, before she added to her statement. “Not in a biohacker-ey way, just curious.”
>SEVEN HUNDRED TICKETS.>I OWE A FAVOR TO THE INQUISITION.>THE BAZAAR MASTER FUCKED ME OVER PREVIOUSLY.>JUST THOUGHT THERE WOULD BE LOTS OF KILLING.>SOMETHING ELSE? WRITE-IN? 