Even with its shortcomings at launch, I was always strongly affected by Cyberpunk 2077’s portrayal of living on borrowed time. The denial, the bargaining, the pills you’re prescribed that barely seem to do anything: it’s all cut from a very real cloth, one I know well after a half year of preparing for something only marginally better than my central nervous system getting slow-cooked by a neuro-degenerative terrorist. Thankfully, my prognosis looks less grim now, but I’ll never forget experiencing the two side by side… Read more.
