"THE FEED" (IC Bulletin Board for WETWARE)

[UncleJunior]

SIGNAL THREAD 001

Welcome to the New Vegas Underground InfoThread™

CONTROL SPIKES IN LOWER EMBERLIGHT

Four bodies in 8 hours, each burned clean but left twitching. All were tagged with early-stage Control deviancy.
Coincidence? Maybe.

MOD DROP: 'ANGEL'S CRADLE'

New neural drip mod on the black market. Claims to ‘simulate mother’s warmth.’ Also rumored to cause docility, memory regression, and persistent lactation.
4 stars on FleshThread. One user claims ‘I can’t even lie to myself anymore.’

CONTRACT ALERT

[ThreadLink: 001-MERC-63]
Corp convoy moving through Spiregate. Payload includes rare wetware and AI curation nodes. High-risk. High-pay.
Bring a decoy or bring a coffin.

RUMOR MILL

• The Hollow Syndicate might be hiring again. Word is they’re looking for someone who doesn’t mind losing a few ethics.
• Slab cult seen dragging wetware rigs into the storm drains.

PUBLIC SHAMEBOARD

Alias: B1tterk1ss // Last seen: Grey Vein // Crime: Ghosting a contract mid-run. Left her crew locked in a hacked pleasure trap. No sign of remorse. Bounty active.

SIGNAL STATUS: STABLE. NEXT DUMP IN 72H

No one’s in control.

 

[Gamina]

#1

Kayla stretched out as her comm-implant chirped, signaling the "Overclocked Neural Net Macchiato" was ready. She grabbed the self-heating chrome-steel mug from the dispenser, its blue bio-luminescent caramel swirling enticingly, and took a deep, fortifying swig before slotting into the waiting data pod.

While she had a comfortable apartment on the better side of Emberlight, the young journalist tended to limit her access of the Web there. She had too often been able to track a mark home because they did not take any precautions.

Logging into the feed she she made a note of the bodies found in Emberlight, thinking it might make for an interesting story, or at the very least a story she could sell to the local papers, so opening the Whispers, she configured a spider to roam through it and fetch her connected data to these incidents, she could shift through later on.

Glancing over the mod drop she cringed as she never understood the fascination people had with lactation.

The contract alert told her there was going to be some fireworks in town as many young guns looking for glory or the quick get rich scheme would be all over it. So here too she programmed a spider to keep track of the convoy, but staying far away from the heat on this one.

The rumormill was entertaining as always but what caught her attention was the Public shame board. It seemed someone had bailed on their team mid mission, and worse of all they had left them in a pleasure trap. Having been caught in one of those early on in her carrier as a journalist, Kayla knew that it was in fact not as fun as it sounded, so deciding to cash in on that bounty, she started to hunt for any information she could find about B1tterk1ss.

 

[UncleJunior]

SIGNAL THREAD 002

Welcome to the New Vegas Underground InfoThread™

NETWORK EVENT: DRONE RIOT IN THE SPIRES
Multiple service bots in the Spires’ Greenwalk district went rogue during a rainstorm sync. One chased a little girl for eight blocks before it shorted out. All units were tagged as decommissioned. It is not known who reactivated them.

CorpSec blames a software patch. Locals blame ghosts. Either way, the Spires are real quiet.

MOD DROP: 'DRIFTGLASS'
A boutique neuro mod being passed around Emberlight nightclubs. Said to cause heightened touch sensitivity and lucid flashbacks to ‘moments you forgot.’ Rumored side effects: phantom nerve stimulation, time stutter, and emotional bleed.
Some users claim it makes you ‘remember the future.’

CONTRACT WHISPER: RED SLEEPER
Unconfirmed talk of a contract passed via handprint only.
They say it's buried in a red-stamped locker near the Brine Line.
Might be real. Might be fiction. Either way, someone's willing to pay to find out.

RUMOR MILL

• Someone’s trying to revive a dead AI in Grey Vein. Not just fragment recovery — full-soul boot.
• A modshop near the Hollow got torched after a customer jacked in and wouldn’t come out. Smelled like burnt teeth.
• Three Slabs walked into the rain naked and didn’t come back. One had a battery pack fused to her spine.

NEXT DUMP: When the signal clears.

 

[UsuallyPresent]

The rich baritone echoed through the stone-and-tile halls. "Rejoice, ye Children of Ember! Know that the Sparks are in the air! Soon, there will be warmth and light for all in this cold, dismal land! We welcome *SNAP*"

A brilliant arc of electricity danced from a shattered lighting panel on the poured concrete ceiling down through the troublemaker, dancing over skin and metal and fake hides before diving into a bolthead driven deep between their booted feet. A sharp hiss sounded, fire retardant spraying over the smoking remnants before things got too far out of hand. Two service bots trundled up, setting temporary barriers around the unrecognizable lump coated in slimy white goo even as the arc petered out.

The pedestrians seemingly ignored the sights and stench, but the message boards lit up. "Looks like 'LectroJack is back in town!"

 

[UncleJunior]

The pedestrians seemingly ignored the sights and stench, but the message boards lit up. "Looks like 'LectroJack is back in town!"

GREY VEIN INCIDENT LOG​

CIVILIAN PROFILE // !!ACTIVE THREAT MONITORING!!

FILE ID: #VRS-2117-ΔΨ
TAGGED NAME: “'LECTROJACK”
STATUS: Mobile. Contained only by failure cycles.
REPORTING AGENCY: Grey Vein Response Services
Last Verified Sighting: Verge Station Upper Transit — 2 nights prior.
Public Behavior: Loud. Unregulated. Often precedes electrical discharge events. No confirmed fatalities, but multiple low-grade burns and blackouts have been attributed to his presence. Not officially charged — system unable to determine intent.