Storywise, Keanu Reeves fucked it up. Playing it again after getting bored, for the Phantom Liberty expansion, I liked his character a lot more - while it barely ever tries to do more than a surface-level "I hate corpos because they're mean and not cool, which is why I'm mean and cool", it's not like he's actually wrong.

But having him there surely took away vast amounts of care from everything else - the really easy example being how Jackie, the starting Best Bud, is totally sidelined by wanting him out of the way for More Keanu.

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well, flatlined

But what they do with More Keanu is mostly just More Bitter Quips with V slowly going from "you're literally the biggest loser in history, you fucking nuked Arasaka and it did nothing" to "hmm, interesting" - while Jackie's dream was a nihilistic heroic fantasy, it's one that actually could change into something pretty cool over the game, and unlike V he has an actual personality and sense of the world, which is vital to cyberpunk. Even JC Denton had something of a soul, and his flatness and distance were deliberate things done to him by his childhood and training - he could carry a conversation and be the one saying the most interesting part of it.

Phantom Liberty is a big step up in writing and delivery, and it even manages to give V some vague ideology... alas not particularly good ones.

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A: I'm a cool mercenary but I will DIE for the President of the New United States. Being CIA-ish is cool, sometimes you gotta make hard choices and stuff.

B: I'm too cool to be trusting, but like, I'll kill a lotta people for you Madam President. Being CIA-ish is cool, but none of you seem happy.

Optional: Songbird, I have known you for about five minutes of conversation and I wuv you, your very obvious lies are a Big Surprise somehow.

The ending was kinda neat, albeit totally stupid. Killer end credits song. Would have been a great movie (since it's basically Escape from Night City), and they used Idris Elba with much more restraint. Needed a Snake Plisken cameo.

One of the Comedy Bang Bang regulars does a good Werner Herzog.

Veteran of the Posting Wars is another classic.

The nitty-gritty of Shadowrun's version is actually pretty good - it's not actually the soul that is harmed by augmentation, it's "the ability of the soul to recognise its material-plane anchor". Thus most purely restorative things like cloned limbs or corrective surgery, and such don't have an Essence cost (or it's minimal), as there's no sudden disjoint - the astral form was always that way, or organically changes at a rate it can follow.

Essence loss has no real effect on characters IIRC (some effects on getting magic to work on you, maybe a bit of social stuff but with the same "probably the social phenomena of being a walking killing machine, and forgetting to turn off your Wired Reflexes in public" rather than soul damage), until the point that your astral form no longer recognises your body and falls off. This isn't presented morally, it's just a metaphysical phenomenon that can be understood in-setting and therefore addressed.

Advanced tech and magic was slowly beginning to understand how to create augmentations that respected this - geneware, symbiotes, nanotech, to begin with - and had even begun to work on a way to restore that connection (via using the Metahuman Vampiric Virus, which is capable of Essence restoration somehow).

The only real EEEEVIL cyberpsychosis was from the Cyberzombies, a crude and classically corporate black project on "we wanna make supersoldiers but they die if we stuff too many guns in their skull" where they "solve" the problem by getting Blood Mages to staple their dissolving astral form back into their should-be-corpse and add Forced Memory Stimulators to try and constantly trick them into thinking they're alive in between killing sprees. It's pretty fucked.

But I stopped caring about keeping up with Shadowrun with 4E (because of the embezzlement from writers, and subsequent scab takeover of the setting), so who knows how they present it nowadays...

I have vague memories as a teenager reading The Night's Dawn books under the desk at school, getting really embarrassed by the multi-page hardcore sex scenes and the protagonist being, uh, a pretty bad person.

There's just something about Doorstop Sci-fi books that seem to lead their writers into trying their hand at fancy space smut.

It contrasted to Melanie Rawn's Dragon Prince series, which I read around the same time, where (IIRC) it's either wholesome romance or very obviously intended as something deeply unhealthy... although there was a lot of that!

If there's anything Star Wars loves it's an excuse to rerelease something - they can do the New Digitally Remastered Rogue One, with frame-by-frame AI-aging effects added on.

...it won't look great though.

The perfect TTRPG worldmap.

Agreed, but e-scooter rollouts have basically fuckall integration with the existing infrastructure/forms of travel in a city or with standard driving education.

While they're great in theory, they should be being introduced as part of a massive overhaul of personal transportation infrastructure, education, and regulation... or at least some supervision with actual teeth behind it. But we're probably past the age of doing stuff like that, so as is it's just letting random companies step in to extract money while impinging on the rough grey area created by existing safety systems.

Eventually that'll work itself out, sure, but in much the same way that we started mandating lockout switches on Giant Blending Machines after The Incident With the Giant Blending Machine.

It might be like those defence contractor adverts - there's a couple of actual individual people that they want to appeal to, either socially or politically, so they make some mild public gestures to show that they're also cool. The public are irrelevant.

Or yeah, the vast egregore spirit of the company just thinks "This behaviour set appears to be popular, but is contested, therefore invest minimally in aesthetic appeasement".

Land of the Lustrous - some uncountable time after humanity dies out, a small island is host to a group of ageless nongendered humanoids born from the earth who are occasionally terrorized by washed-out parodies of Buddhists from the Moon. One of them, Phosphophyllite, is deeply unsatisfied with their life...

Gorgeous art. I don't think explaining too much is a good idea, but it's **really **worth a read.

Battle Angel Alita - in the Scrapyard, a post-apocalyptic dumping ground enslaved by the floating city of Salem/Tiphares, a smashed up cyborg head is found by a cybernetic doctor. He successfully reawakens them, Alita, though she has lost her memories. He takes her in as a surrogate daughter, but the violence and nihilism of the Scrapyard brings back some elements of her past in the form of her skill with one of the most sophisticated cyborg martial arts.

Alita's character grows up and develops over several decades - and those changes aren't always "good". The first series takes place over about 14 years, and she spends several of those in a really unhealthy headspace - while there's a fuckton of combat, the story values her development as a person far more (though it does timeskip past an idyllic "four years spent playing keytar in a crusty cyborg dive bar" to the next bit of chaos).

A really detailed art style that just loves all manner of mechanical and biological details. Great worldbuilding with really solid scifi makes the various bits of superscience far more plausible than it should be and characters who actually live their own lives offscreen.

Inferior flat mothership = naaaaah.

A petty reason, I'll admit, but it'd mildly irk me every time I had to use it - and there's nothing worse than being mildly irked. Not even being fully irked.

Darning is super easy to do at an "ugly but functional" level, and then it does seem to reward the extra effort of getting skilled and creative quite well with all those neat patching styles (though I'm still in the ugly but functional stage).