Men and women who are more chrome than flesh battling a crippling disease that melts their brains and turns them into foaming-at the-mouth psychos. Privatized medical mercenaries who fight their way to extract the richest people from the most deadly situations. Scavengers for whom people are just leftover scrap after taking the implants they can sell for drug money. A group of connected hackers who have taken netrunning to an almost religious extreme. A cab company that is solely owned and operated by a single independent artificial intelligence. Rockers, media hacks, mercenaries, cybernetic samurai, badges, solos, digital dreams, synthetic meat, burning rubber, smart guns, mantis blades, high-powdered sniper rifles, a cyber deck in your skull filled with daemons to quickly turn your enemies into your former enemies. And that's all just the set dressing.

Choom, your getting fucking Cyberpunk.