Speaking of harm's way. Know what I see lookin' at you? Walking, talking corpses.

V: Bug, ya could at least try to be... nice.
T-Bug: You want nice, supportive? Call a damn helpline.

Give yourself time. Ideas'll come. Life'll shake you, roll you, maybe embrace you. The music'll find you.

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.

You're either somebody or you fizzle out into nothin'. Night City don't let you choose.