December 2053
Cold night in the neon jungle. Paranoia. Steel girders. And a flash of mood music. Crowds.
Punks walk past in chrome and Chameleoid leather. Silver-lensed sunglasses.
And Clayman steps out. He's you. And (for the purposes of this game), you are him. A tough, streetsmart privateer, more people have died at his hands than braincells at a "Silver" party.
Mr Dansker of New Sydney Corporation needs Dan Clayman for a mission.
A mission to cripple the computer network of the Federal Military Intelligence, the spooky, secretive government agents in black scarves.
No guns will be provided, nor will the (no doubt illegal) software required to bugger up the FMI's networks.
All you have is your designer Ringshirt(TM) and a crappy "Cory-600" pistol.
Privateers have all the fun...
41st place (out of 53) in the 6th Annual Interactive Fiction Competition.
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