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?

Swap meat for chrome, live a BD fantasy, whatever, but at the end of it all, it's the code you live by that defines who you are.

The city of dreams. I'd gladly kick the balls off the idiot who thought that one up.

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

V, V, V... If you don't have a titanium skull lining, you are gonna have memory problems in no time.