Soundtrack:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_GqVFa5GBA
Night City
August 30, 2045
In the City Medical Center, Daphne Copeland twists and turns in her bed, not quite able to shake the feeling that she's not alone, that something is hovering just outside the corner of her eyes, hunting, whispering, telling her something she just can't make out. But if she stops listening, even for a moment, the panic sets in. Then the tremors. On a monitor, her parents watch their daughter struggle. Her father grinds his teeth in frustration and fear that someone will use this moment to strike against him. Her mother clasps her womb, feeling the dull ache that comes with a piece of her flesh in danger. All Daphne wants is a data connection, the only thing that makes the void go away. She just wants to Listen.
In her Heywood apartment, Pandora D'Angelo paces. Holes decorate the walls, fist size chunks of drywall missing from the shitty light weight construction. The table behind her is covered with pill bottles, whiskey bottles, and a large pistol that has been in her mouth twice today alone. The solo can move but she can't work. No way. Not with the noise ringing in her ears. It won't stop and the ripperdoc put her into a seizure when he tried to disconnect the work. She knows addiction and this is it. Chemical. Psychological. Cybernetic. If she even sees a Listener she's going to find out what they did to her if she has to draw it on the wall with his brainstem. For now, she's forced to Listen.
At the Aldecaldo camp, Emil Salerno refuses to leave his trailer. Food has to be brought to him. When his sister pulled the power on his net connection, he put a gun against her forehead and snarled something less than human. That was the last time anyone tried to intervene directly. His uncle has the IP address of the node he's connected to, but everything downstream is so heavily encrypted he can't make heads or tails of it. Someone else will have to try to crack it. Emil sits and stares at the walls. Listening.
Ji-Hoon Kim tries to run his business. His wife tells him not to. His customers tell him they're glad he's back, but he doesn't know what to believe. The world is full of liars, he just can't prove it. But he knows it. And the whispers tell him he's right. At least, if they're speaking Korean they are. There's wisdom in the madness, he just can't quite figure out what it is. Every free moment he has is spent with noise canceling headphones strapped to his head, Listening.
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At 2132, four agents ping simultaneously:
Conrad's Bodega
0130 Tonight
Contract Pending
-Black Jasper