You can't know Night City well, ever. It's always changin', always surprisin'. Part of its charm.

Only one with chaos within can give birth to a dancing star.

Yeah, who needs creepy, nosy cab drivers when you've got a clean AI to get you from point A to point B in style?

V: Guess I meant, I dunno... a happier ending... for everyone involved.
Johnny: Here, for folks like us? Wrong city, wrong people.

Rogue: Johnny, remember the plan?
Johnny: Get the payload on the elevator, arm it, let gravity do its thing. Explosion rocks the foundation, tower crumbles - chaos, screaming, roll credits.