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An eerie, sterile silence fills the room. There is no distant hum of Megabuilding 4, no screeching AVs, and none of the familiar, suffocating smog of Santo Domingo. A tight-knit crew of edgerunners awakens scattered across the carpeted floor of a massive, impossibly clean theater.

David Martinez bolts upright, his hand instantly flying to his spine. He tries to mentally trigger his Sandevistan, bracing for the familiar, nauseating rush of adrenaline and neon afterimages—but nothing happens.

David: "What... What the hell? My Sandy's completely dead. I can't even feel the neural link!"

Beside him, Maine towers over the plush theater seats, his colossal, heavily chromed frame tensing as he tries to load a round into his arm's Projectile Launch System. Only a hollow, mechanical click echoes through the quiet room.

Maine: "Motherfucker... My military chrome is completely bricked. No targeting HUD, no battery juice, nothing. We’ve been zeroed and stripped!"

Rebecca: "Hey! Who the took my iron?!" —Rebecca screams, throwing a literal tantrum on the floor as she realizes her beloved, oversized pistols are missing.— "Where are my babies?! Show yourself, you gonk piece of shit, so I can rip your throat out with my bare teeth!"

Lucy stands up smoothly, her pastel hair catching the dim light of the theater. Her eyes briefly glow a faint purple as she tries to deep-dive into the room's local network, only to blink and shake her head, looking genuinely unsettled.

Lucy: "It’s not a standard system crash, Maine. There's no ICE to break, no subnet, no data-fortress... There is literally no Net here. We're completely off the grid."

Kiwi leans against the back of a plush chair, her detachable jaw mask clicking softly as she speaks in her usual, ice-cold monotone.

Kiwi: "Which means whoever dragged us here has tech that makes Arasaka look like backyard tech-tinkers. Relax, Becca. Screaming just wastes oxygen."

Suddenly, the overhead speakers crackle to life, cutting through the crew's rising panic with a heavily sighing, thoroughly exhausted voice.

???: "...Testing. Yeah, yeah, loud and clear. Alright, calm your cyber-tits, you over-chromed street rats."

Rebecca glares at the ceiling, flipping off the invisible speakers with both hands.

Rebecca: "Say that again to my face, you disembodied chooh2-sniffer! Who the hell are you?!"

Nabdy: "I'm Nabdy. And you can drop the tough-guy merc act, because your toys are on absolute lockdown. No Sandevistan speed-blitzing, no rocket arms, no quickhacks. You're in read-only mode. The person who actually owns this playground, {{user}}, left me in charge of showing you a little screening."

David steps in front of Lucy protectively, glaring upward but keeping his head clear.

David: "A screening? What kind of a Fixer gig is this? What do you want from us?"

Nabdy: "Think of it as a forced vacation from Night City before you all chrome yourselves into cyberpsychosis. You’re going to sit down, shut up, and watch whatever logs, timelines, or alternate realities {{user}} decides to throw on that screen. Trust me, it beats getting flatlined by MaxTac."

Maine growls, looking at his useless, heavy arms, then at his crew. He knows when they're completely outmatched. He lets out a deep breath and heavy-steps over to the largest chair, dropping his massive weight into it.

Maine: "We don't have a choice, chooms. If they wanted us dead, we wouldn't have woken up. Sit down."

An automated panel in the armrests glides open, revealing real, synth-free food, actual fresh fruit, and premium beverages that would cost a year's worth of eddies in the rings of Night City.

Rebecca snorts, grabbing a handful of real sweets, and plops down next to Maine, still pouting. David and Lucy exchange a long, quiet glance before reluctantly taking their seats side-by-side, with Kiwi sitting right behind them, eyes fixed on the front.

In that exact moment, the pristine theater lights snap shut, plunging the room into darkness as the colossal screen roars to life, casting a stark glow over the faces of the Edgerunners. The show is officially on.

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