[ WP ] Write a cyberpunk story set present day

Virtual Haze would be the club to find him. He could only hide for so long, and the freelance hacker finally came through, and tracked him down. 
 
 The place was a digital artist's playground. Bright lights, dubstep, and lots and lots of drugs. The eye candy digital posters did n't hurt either. 
 
 Everyone at a lounge table or two, plugging into their own virtual wonderlands of ecstasy and lust. I remember in History class how this country fought so hard to keep drugs out. Marijuana, cocaine, meth -- the hardcore stuff -- and the cheap shit to tobacco and caffeine. 
 
 All inferior now. NeuroPhase is where it's all at, now. `` NeuroPhase: Users login, but *refuse* to logout.'' Add that slogan with a pretty smile and any fantasy you could imagine, where was the resistance? If their bodies did n't require food and a bathroom still, that drug would be their new home. 
 
 And that's where I found the bastard. Secluded in the back; a dark, dimly lit booth, with two chicks at his shoulder. Their minds were elsewhere, and no guards in sight. Guess he wanted his private time. Unfortunately for him, I'm sober. 
 
 I yank the cord from his head -- maybe he'll lose a few brain cells in the process -- and he comes to like a junkie from a bad dream. 
 
 I pull out my sidearm, and set the mode for `` Silencer.'' With all the loud music, it would be next to impossible to hear. 
 
 `` What the hell?!'' he cries out. 
 
 `` Shane Watson, so nice of you to join the real world again.'' 
 
 `` Who the hell are you?!'' 
 
 `` Cut the shit. I know you work for Google, and that you're -- shall we say -- involved in something a little taboo.'' 
 
 `` Pfft. What are you? Vigilante? Freelancer?'' 
 
 `` Interested party. Reasons are mine, and mine alone. Now.... 
 
 `` Either we leave and have a nice chat, or I'm forced to take your neuraldrive. Assuming you have n't already fried it from all this NeuroPhase.'' 
 
 `` Ahahahahaha!'' 
 
 `` Care to enlighten me on the joke?'' 
 
 `` You fucking idiot! I've got a live feed from my eyes right now! The boys back at the lab are already identifying you, and will be raiding your house in the hour.'' 
 
 `` Hm. They would, if I was actually registered.'' 
 
 `` What?'' 
 
 `` Oh, you sweet, naive thing. Google was n't the only one manufacturing hybrids. And unfortunately for you, my creators invented a superior model.'' 
 
 `` No. No, that's not possible. I would have known that!'' 
 
 `` Who do you think helped me find you?'' 
 
 `` They.... They fucked me?! They fucking screwed me over?!'' 
 
 `` Please. Your company was trying to advertise glasses and watches for Christ's sake. Your stock is plummeting like a stone in water, and they've made the first smart decision in decades: they're playing for the winning team. Just off the record, for the moment. 
 
 `` We help clean up dead weight, and they sell us *everything* at a beautiful discount.'' 
 
 `` But who are you? Who's your employer? Let me join! I've got plenty of money, and secrets even Google does n't know about!'' 
 
 `` Actually, that wo n't be necessary anymore. You got the files?'' 
 
 *'' I've got'em. Wiped the neuraldrive clean. He's all yours. `` * 
 
 `` What.... How?'' 
 
 `` Like I said, superior model. You think I ca n't simultaneously hack? 
 
 `` In any case, our chat has come to an end. And soon your employer will meet the same fate. Consider yourself terminated.'' 
 
 `` NO!'' 
 
 And bam. One pull of the trigger, and a zap straight to his heart. He's completely fried now, and no one notices. 
 
 Everyone's heads are gon na spin when my kind goes public next year. I'll have to tread carefully, lest I end up like the junkie. 
 

