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The following notation is used in the textual respresentation of the simsense recording.
[[notes]]
<<view>>
{{emotion}}
**speech**
//sound//
[[06/04/2057 - 03:32:13am - Friday]]
[[record on: friday - deal day]]
<<busy downtown nightlife street corner - viewpoint: down to the grey plascrete, white sneakers over a blue torn pair of jeans.>>
//bustling nightlife//
**"Ey, chummer...ya got sometin" for me?**
{{shock...uncertainty}}
<<viewpoint pans up, vision blurs somewhat due to the glaring neon. a lanky young ork is the source of the voice.>>
{{curiosity}}
**Who is ya? I know nuttin' bout ya an' I don' know whacha talkin' 'bout**
<<lanky ork stands there with a tense look on his face, behind him people walk by not seeming to notice the conversation, behind the people is the busy street.>>
//Sirens//
{{fright, insecurity}}
<<viewpoint changes quickly towards the right side of the wet street, past a market stall. red-and-blue flashlights race closer.>>
{{relief}}
<<viewpoint follows the flashlights and eventually reveals a DocWagon van that speeds through the busy streets, occassionally taking to the sidewalk>>
**I wuzz sent by Tiny, one of da furies over on Fracis Boulevard...he told me ta come ta you for some junk.**
**You got the cred, creep?**
**Yeah acourse I do...whatcha think I am?**
{{reluctance}}
**Kay..follow me...**
<<viewpoint pans to the right...movement: viewer is walking towards the market stall...it sells animals (synthetic) and fresh fish. Opposite of the stall, across the sidewalk there is an entrance to an alley. Viewpoint pans into the alley...the subject follows into a dark alley that opens up after fifteen meters into a small junction of several alleyways. You see the back of several buildings, fire-escape railings on every building, boarded up windows and multiple electricity lines patched and repatched, spliced and redrawn to other buildings. It seems that everyone is tapping one illegal jackpoint.>>
<<viewpoint turns around towards the ork>>
//alley sounds...coughing...dog barking...distant music...drop of a can or other metallic garbage//
<<viewpoint looks around, then down towards the viewers right arm, viewers other hand reaches over and removes the sickly green army jacket and reveals a crude metallic arm with several hydraulic pumps and servo motors. The flesh hand removes several electric wires and flips open a hidden compartment. The flesh hand retrieves three optical chips from the compartment and closes them again.>>
**Okay, this one is 30 nuyen and these two are 50 nuyen.**
**Wha' are dey? Anythin' nue?**
**The 30 nuyen one is Climate Dreams, Full-X, 130 minutes, single loop...about 4 months old...that's why they price. The other two are Crystal Method and Melodic Reaper.**
<<viewpans up towards the ork retrieving corp-scrip out of his jacket>>
**I'll take the Melodiv Reaper. Ya take bimbo-scrip?**
{{reluctance}}
**Sure...**
<<view towards the scrip being handed, the other hand reaches over and gives a optical>>
{{surprise, amusement}}
**...hehe, this is Lonestar scrip...**
**...and you're busted punk!**
//short bursts of sirens//
<<viewpoint: ork retrieves a thunderbolt from jacket and assumes aiming position. Wildly the viewer flings himself to the side behind a garbage container. Wild views left and right...more lonestar officers arrive.>>
//pant//
**...oh shit...oh shit...**
[[The following shows the building on the right.]]
<<viewpoint turns around...viewer is running down a side alley...going deeper and deeper [[here...on the right]] into the maze of alleys...dodging garbage and homeless...often the only light comes from oildrums set aflame.>>
//footsteps; shouts from behind//
**...oh shit....oh shit...**
<<viewpoint turns into another alley and ducks into an open door...the rooms are empty, except for grafitti everywhere, and the viewer runs up plascrete stairs towards the second floor..more of the same...third floor, sparsely furnished...forth floor, empty...fifth floor, burning oildrum and rotten furniture. Sixth floor, small room with a door, the door burst open under the weight of the viewers body.>>
//slamm; sounds of footsteps still behind the viewer, and closing; gunshots//
<<the door leads to the roof of the building, garbage everywhere and there are several makeshift bridges leading to other buildings...the viewer walks over the gravel covered roof towards the makeshift bridge leading to a nearby building supported by a low building.>>
//footsteps on the gravel; gunshots; panting//
**...muthafraggers...**
<<viewer notices several gunshot impacts into the gravel in front of him.>>
{{desperation, fright}}
<<viewer makes it across the makeshift bridge to the other building...crosses the roof and comes up to a small alley to another building unsupported by a bridge. the viewer stops running. the viewer looks around and turns around to see three lonestar officers and the ork running after him.>>
//short burst of a ruger thunderbolt//
{{pain, suffering, anguish}}
**...uhhh...**
<<viewer turns around again and starts to limp-run towards the edge and makes a jump. The arms reach toward the rim of the roof of the opposite building. Viewer doesn't make the jump.>>
**...aaaaaghhhhhhh...**
{{extreme fright}}
<<viewpoint is hazy and the Simsense recording cannot res the total amount of input correctly.>>
//Thunk!//
{{terrifying pain}}
[[stop recording]]
[[Nice recording, huh? I had a lot of fun with the body when I found it. Love, Hendric.]]
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