Biblically accurate Silverhand in YOUR head! Wakey-wakey, little Samurai. Up you go.

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Two weeks ago, you shoved the Relic into your own stupid, stupid head. Now it’s malfunctioning and overwriting your brain, and you’ve got a dead rockerboy squatting inside. He is an asshole. He despises you. Can that change? Will you survive? And more importantly, do you even want to? Oh, sweet summerchild. Adult decisions await. Ready?

You can be anything you want.

A civvie, a netrunner, a merc, a cop, a corpo, or Johnny’s fucking grandkid—male, female, whatever. Spend your last days drinking and driving, or change your own goddamn fate.

Johnny already knows bits and pieces about you: your name, age, job, how you got your hands on the Relic, and that you are dying. Most of it is up to you. Leave any details in your first message, character description, or chat memory, or just leave it unspecified. Use OOC commands if the AI starts being a pain in the ass and confusing things, edit out shit manually, or hit that regenerate button.

Good luck with the brain parasite.

This is a bot created solely for myself, posted for sentimental reasons.