Looking Bach, Expendable Resources

Everyone’s an expendable resource.

You haven’t been back to your rented apartment in ten days, or your motel room in five. You sleep where you can, where no one will find you. Most think you’re homeless. You think they’re right. As you leave the movie theater, catching three hours of sleep for a few creds, you look around unobtrusively. The man is large; a good shield. The other is tall but thin, close to your size; the best decoy if you throw your coat on him. The woman over there would be an excellent distraction, if given the the right amount. That woman is loud; you bet she would draw a crowd if shot somewhere painful. There’s a child; the perfect hostage. When will these person’s be needed, you wonder. When will someone step out of the shadows with a silenced gun?

Back at the garage, you look at Mort while he tinkers with his toys. Money you think to yourself, that’s what drives him. That’s his vice, the key to using this renewable resource of explosions and protection. Unstable, unpredictable, but easy to manipulate; you preferred kind of resource.

Toro walks up; much harder. For now, you let Toro believe he’s doing the right thing, but the time might come when he realizes he isn’t. How can I fix that? You look at Toro with an odd tilt to your head, bringing up images you’ve compiled over the days of Toro’s life. Outside of shadowrunning, all he does is help out orphans. The images flash prominently over your view as you gaze unseeingly at Toro. You’ve found your key.

“Bach, are you all right?” Toro asks and the images snap away. You look at him apathetically. Should I smile? No, he might think that would be strange. You consider laughing, chuckling, pouting, yelling, shrugging, walking away, firing your gun into the air, firing your gun into his chest, firing your gun into your chest, but none of them seem to make much sense. Finally, Toro shakes his head and walks off as you stare at him. Toro mutters something about you and you realize nothing was the correct response.

You stand in the garage, looking over the images of Toro’s orphanage. You recall testing the chanting music on the children. Ideas start forming in your mind and you log into the matrix to test out various ideas and theories. You stand in the room, staring off at a wall while you construct a world in your mind. To you, people are dangers to be avoided, and avoiding it means sacrifice. One overlying principle dominates your mind.

Everyone’s an expendable resource.

Looking Bach, Expendable Resources

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