>black market weapons for unregistered credit chips and Big Mac E-Coins
>scavengers show up late, have the payment but it’s all in credit chips, no Big Mac E-coins
>credit chips turn out to be registered to the Target-Mart corporation
>scavengers stole Target-Mart credit chips and tried to pass them off
>ohsynth.rom
>Target-Mart Loss Prevention And Tactics Squad drop on our position
>blind fire with a McTec-9 from behind a suicide booth while my cybernetic implant fights off Target-Mart tort malware
>manage to upload payment information to a band of child mercenaries I contract to for import/export purposes
>they scramble in through an air filtration system and deploy anti-material rifles against the Target-Mart LPATS, rifles are enormous so one holds it while the other fires and reloads
>run out of Big Mac Coins, McTec-9 stops firing
>LPATS start to retreat after 10 minutes because cost of operation wasn’t meeting the deductible on the credit chips’ insurance
>scavengers are by his point pulpy skidmarks on the pavement
>child mercs charge my debit card and strip whats left of the scavengers equipment and drugs, I
escape back to shitty apartment
>landlord ambushes me with a shotgun and demands my rent, refuses to take credit chips
>don’t have any Big Mac Coins so he shoots me in the head
>consciousness backup transmitter sends my cognitive process to a nearby clone bank,
still Big Mac Coin less so my consciousness has to work it off
>have to spent 400 hours as the run-time process for a McDonalds Ice Cream Machine before they’ll clone me a new body
>machine never works, pass time by flirting with the cute girl’s consciousness operating the Debit/Credit/Coin scanner
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