cyberpunk : Ganic all the way

Aegis Command Center, Badlands Outskirts, Two months after the Paris Operation.....

The sky over the Badlands cracked open with morning heat and distant thunder. Solar towers lined the edge of a vast steel compound, their mirrored plates catching the sun like a thousand burning eyes. From above, the Aegis factory complex stretched like a fortress from another era — half-industrial colossus, half-technological marvel. And at its core, the impossible was being manufactured.

Inside the command tower, the hum of synthetic life pulsed through the walls.

Maximus Moriarty stood at the central balcony, eyes fixed on the colossal cruciform facility below — the Deus Ex Augmentation Plant. Just months ago, the land here was empty, crawling with smugglers and acid storms. Now it thrummed with life.

Not electrical.

Human.

David leaned over the rail beside him, arms crossed, hair trimmed short, shoulders broader than before. The white Aegis command jacket he wore clung perfectly to his frame — crisp, regal, dangerous.

"They really did it, huh?" he said, nodding toward the line of newly augmented civilians exiting the registration terminal. "No ports. No charge stations. Not even a fucking sync cable."

"They won't need it," M replied. "These are G-Class augmentations. Civilian-grade. Fully integrated to the user's bioelectric field."

David arched a brow. "And they don't burn out?"

"No. The tech siphons trace kinetic feedback, heat, blood chemistry — even emotion. It learns. Adapts. Repairs itself. And it runs on bioenergy, it's but an organ in your body, all you need to do is eat."

David let out a low whistle as he walked back into the room. "No wonder the corps are shitting themselves."

M turned, voice even. "They should."

Down below, civilians were filing through polished metal corridors, greeted by white-suited Aegis reps who logged them for scans, insurance, and adjustment protocols. Clean, respectful, professional. A far cry from the Ripperdoc alley tables of Watson. It was already the tenth wave of people to be fitted with augs for free as a charity done by Aegis; some called it an advertisement stunt, others fully welcomed it.

Later....

Inside the central complex, beneath bioluminescent ceilings and polished obsidian floors, was a war room unlike any other — sterile but alive. Screens hovered mid-air, showing cybernetic schematics, global distribution metrics, and security feeds from across the globe.

M stood at the head of the long table, arms folded behind his back, the morning light catching the threads of gold in his tailored shirt. Behind him: a translucent projection of the human body — one half in red muscle, the other in luminous chrome.

Before him: every head of department in Aegis.

David sat on his left, wearing a jacket over his pressed shirt, thicker now, sharper. The air of the old boy was gone — this was a soldier. Across from him, Kiwi, Falco, and the others stood in front of their tablets, each one running division diagnostics. Even Pilar was surprisingly here, pacing near the back like a bored monkey.

Kiwi, now dressed in the black-and-gold uniform of Systems Command, nodded at him curtly. "Civilian deployment complete. Six augmentation types approved for sale. Fourteen more are undergoing clinicals."

Lucy, quiet as always, had a tablet in her hand, listing citywide feedback. "Ninety-eight percent public approval. Early adopters are already reporting improved health and reaction speeds. No side effects."

"And the black market?" M asked.

"Begging for schematics," Lucy replied. "But good luck. Everything's DNA-locked and region-bonded. No way to rip it unless they get someone's bone marrow."

Pilar, leaning back with a smirk, chimed in. "Don't forget the Night City street reaction. I walked through Heywood yesterday with a G-class runner rig on. A gonker offered me fifty eddies just to touch my shoulder."

David snorted, barely stopping himself from laughing. M looked at Pillar with a deadpan expression and the monke... the man raised his arms in mock surrender

"Details," M gestured toward the projection.

"The civilian-grade Deus Ex augmentation platform, Version 1.3, has now been installed in over 620,000 clients worldwide. Biolink adaptation success rate: 98.7%. No fatalities. No blackouts. No battery failures."

He turned to Kiwi. "Next batch?"

"Shipping to Europe and North Asia by the end of the week," she said flatly. "Consumer hype is peaking. We had to turn down several government contracts. We're oversold."

Falco whistled. "Why?"

"Because it's real," David said, voice measured. "It doesn't just speed you up. It upgrades you. Reflexes, memory processing, skeletal durability — all on bioenergy. No chargers. No ports."

He tapped the tablet.

"Kid in Kabuki lifted a sedan off his dad last week. No trauma. Just a civilian frame and a mother screaming on the news."

M nodded. "Good. Let them see what's possible."

Kiwi tilted her head. "You want to flood the market before the corpos get wise?"

"No," M said, stepping forward. "I want to become the market."

M's expression didn't change. "What about military integration?"

Falco stepped forward, holding a tablet. "All combat divisions outfitted with Deus Ex-Class M-Series augments. We call it the Titan Frame."

David blinked. "Catchy."

Falco tapped the screen. A 3D model of the augmentation suite rotated. Reinforced neural reflex spines. Sub-dermal power capacitors. Bone-mesh reinforcements and more.

"The M-Series turns your average merc into a ghost with the strength of a truck and the reflexes of a panther. Sandevistan overlays? No problem. Smartgun interface? Built in. And since it runs on bioenergy, they never have to stop moving. They just need food, a lot of food."

"Give me a number," M said.

Falco smiled.

"Forty thousand, sir. All Aegis agents. Fully augmented. Loyal. Active."

The room quieted. The number didn't just represent firepower. It represented sovereignty.

Reed's voice echoed from the far side of the chamber as he stepped in, arms crossed. "Forty thousand soldiers with Aegis corporate cyberware lock. That's a fucking army, Moriarty."

"No," M corrected. "That's a future."

Badlands Training Dome – Later That Afternoon ....

Sunset leaked over the sands as M approached the reinforced hangars at the back of the Aegis complex. One was open — the scent of gun oil and ozone heavy in the air.

Inside, Maine stood at the head of a training line. Dozens of new recruits in black combat gear moved in sync — lifting, vaulting, executing kill drills with inhuman grace.

All augmented.

All his.

Maine turned as M approached, wiping sweat from his brow. "You finally come down from the ivory tower, boss? Come to see the new batch?"

M didn't smile, but his tone warmed. "Thought I'd see how the next generation was shaping up."

"They're green, three thousand fresh bodies," Maine said. "But they're not soft. The moment we fitted 'em with the Titan Frame… something snapped. They move like they were born for it."

A nearby trainee dashed forward, landed a vault-punch on a solid steel dummy, and shattered it. Bone didn't crack. No bleeding.

Maine nodded approvingly. "We're not just giving them tools. We're turning 'em into weapons."

M looked out at the soldiers. "Weapons with loyalty and ideals. That's what makes them dangerous."

Maine grinned. "Think we scared the corps yet?"

"They'll send emissaries," M said. "Then assassins. Then armies."

"And?"

M turned, coat fluttering behind him. "They'll fail."

Meanwhile ...

Tokyo – Arasaka Internal Operations Boardroom

The screen displayed a slow-motion video feed: a bouncer outside a club in Heywood took down three armed agents with inhuman speed. His eyes glowed faint gold. He didn't bleed when shot.

Saburo Arasaka sat at the head of the obsidian table, unmoving. Stone-faced. Yorinobu watched the footage beside him, jaw clenched.

A younger executive turned. "We believe this is one of the Aegis civilian-graded variants. No charging port. No weakness to EMP. It's… something else."

Saburo spoke, voice soft as death. "Where did they come from?"

"We do not know. We've acquired schematics. Traced data packets. But we can't crack the bio-energy technol—"

"We have to," another executive interrupted.

Saburo's eyes narrowed.

"I want full infiltration," he said. "Find the source. hunt people. Dissect the corpses if you must. But do not let these Western savages beat us in technology."

Militech Headquarters – Rosslyn, Virginia

Lucas Harford leaned against his desk, staring at the footage. Aegis agents stormed a cartel bunker with flawless timing, zero casualties. The screen showed a soldier punching through a steel wall with his bare hand.

Behind him, an aide waited nervously.

"What is it?" Harford snapped.

"Kurt Hansen made contact."

Harford sighed. "Good, let him infiltrate Aegis."

"He believes he can join Aegis and get us what we want, but he is asking for too much."

Harford turned slowly.

The aide continued, "He says if you won't give him that much… he won't do it. He believes M isn't human."

Harford laughed darkly and amused.

"Promise him what he wants. Then shoot him in the back when he gets the thing."

Dogtown – Undisclosed Militech Black Market ....

The room reeked of ozone and rusted ambition. Cyberpsychos, black-market fixers, and former soldiers all sat huddled around an encrypted projector.

It showed M walking through fire. Alone. Golden light trailing behind him.

"It's a myth," one fixer whispered.

"No," another said. "It's tech we don't understand."

A third pulled out a photo — a snapshot from a security feed. It showed M barehanded, wrestling with a militech Chimera.

"Whatever it is... we do not provoke him. he is too strong a fighter, and he owns Aegis, we do not mess with Aegis, they will hunt you to space and kill you."

Back in Night City – M's Mansion, North Oak ....

Aurore stood in the rooftop garden as the sun dipped low. She watched the news on a holo-screen, arms crossed, belly just slightly showing now beneath her silk robe.

"M's gonna piss off the whole world," she muttered.

Then smiled.

"Good."

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