But think about it though, it could be a way for X users that are prone to identity theft to be easily recognizable, like for instance if you're notable enough they could verify your ID and then give something to your profile so people know it's the real you! I'm thinking maybe a Blue X ?
You all can't see Musk's genius, that's all.
That's a very old post but yeah, it is, so is Ghidra (a retro-engineering tool). A lot of people have had the exact same argument of "the NSA made it, it has to be evil!" but lots of security people dissected the code (the fact that it was made by the NSA probably made more people look through it in fact) and no backdoor has ever been found in years. It's safe to use.
I just realized I've totally forgotten to post about my own characters!
Right, so the character I'm currently playing isn't really that weird but has a few quirks: mainly, he's a Tarot Mage and he's trying the get the 5 Tarot Summoning metamagics. It's especially not that great cause he has the Arcana mentor spirit, so he didn't have a choice for his first two metamagics, meaning he'll have to get to Initiate Level 7 (!) just to be able to possibly call a dragon to the team's position... Definitely not the best use of Karma, but I live for the randomness! He's also has a very weird way to be strongly-willed: as an Ogre with Exceptional Attribute, he has a Willpower of 8. His way of being so strong willed is to always let go, he's the most zen person you'll ever see. He figures if Destiny is already written then why try to force things, just go with the flow.
I have another character already built for a mini-campain we'll hopefully start soon enough, he's a three eyed gnome, from a family of farmers in Tír na nÓg. He decided to run with his brother (another character in the campain) since their family of 8 rejected them (my character for having 3 eyes, the other character for being too big (he's a dwarf)). He's a 4 RES technomancer with the technoshaman stream and a love for explosive shotgun shells. He's a christian and a strong believer at that, he believes resonance is how God integrates into the Matrix and he sees all his sprites as Angels, making good use of "Machine Angels" that help him shoot better through their divine intervention. As a technoshaman he has a Sprite Pet which he sees as his guardian Angel.
I love that concept! I've been experimenting with giving my goons 3 or 4 Edge lately and I feel like my players finally understand how impactful Edge can be!
When in doubt, I always try to get some inspiration from action movies since I always immagined Shadowrun as basically the TTRPG version of them. For instance, you could do a "heist montage" where your players make a single test one after the other, and the number of "rounds" is a function of the run's difficulty. After each roll, you say something like "Echo manages to hack the server, deactivating the doors' bioscanners, the whole group gets in" without really getting too much into how they did it
Yeah, I'd do the same, make it clear that if they see the HTR they fragged up. Have the them be Professional Rating 5 or 6, probably with a mage. And don't hesitate to shoot to kill, they probably have some Edge to burn and it'll be a lesson they'll remember.
One way would be to have him very differently with the runners compared to basically any other NPCs:
For that added bit of realism if you have metas in your group have him stop mid-sentence while saying some anti-meta comments, to represent how his son is slowly changing him.
Une solution pourrait simplement être d'interdire les contrats qui empêche les agriculteurs de replanter les graines issues de la récolte précédente, ou une limite aux brevets comme on fait pour les médicaments génériques.
Oui effectivement, je parlais de toutes les technologies pour faire des OGM, en contradiction avec l'édition de génome "à l'aveugle" qu'on fait avec des croisements.
La dernière partie de ton commentaire à propos du cartel des fabricants est un problème qui existe déjà sans les cultures OGMs et j'espère que l'on pourra légiférer tout ça assez vite pour enlever cette dépendance qu'ont les éleveurs aux vendeurs de semence.
Tant mieux, c'était assez étrange de limiter une technologie qui existe depuis si longtemps par pure peur. La modification génétique c'est juste une façon plus simple de faire des croisement de toutes façons.
Streit: A fucking claw went through the door, quick, smoke it up before it comes back!
The elf stands up and walks out of the field, muffled insectoid cries ring out before falling silent. Whitemane reappears in the field, a drop of blood pearling at his nostril.
Whitemane: It's done. How are you feeling ? You're... pale... I mean, more than usual...
Streit: Can you look at my arm? It's not responding as usual. I think it leaked on my armor too.
Whitemane: Yeah, give me a sec...
The elf lifts a piece of fabric 40cm below the camera, an expression of keen concern can be read on his face.
Whitemane: Shit… Rosen, it's not a leak, you got hit in the ribs… You're bleeding… Quite a lot of blood actually. I… I'm sorry, I can't...
Streit: I know, your magic doesn't work like that, don't worry, you'll be fine. Get my bag, I have some gauze and thread, sew it up as best you can, we'll finish this quickly.
Whitemane: No Rosen, you don't understand... It's a very ugly wound, there's a lot of sharp pieces of shell in it...
Streit: I'll be fine, I just have to last a few hours, we're bound to find a jet in the terminal, the nearest town isn't far away so we'll go to the hospital. Either they can patch me up or I'll get a new torso haha...
His laugh quickly turns into a gasp of pain.
Whitemane: Ok…Mm.. Y.. You're right, I'll do what I can and… we'll avoid running, I'm sure it will be fine… Yeah, I… it'll be fine.
Whitemane shakes his head from left to right, more to convince himself than Streit. He gets up and brings the bag back before starting to stitch him up as best he can.
Streit: What about my arm?
Whitemane: Well.. The whole elbow is in pieces, your forearm is on the floor, they're only connected by a few wires.
Streit: Shit. I guess it will be Colt for me. Come on, let's move, we can't waste any more time, we risk coming across other insects… Can you break down the door?
Whitemane: I think so... A fireball will do, but it might make some noise...
Streit: We already crossed that bridge. Let's just just go upstairs as fast as we can, okay?
The camera rises very painfully. A maintenance ARO appears as Streit deactivates the nerve signals in his arm before ripping the wires out and leaving his forearm on the floor.
Streit: Thanks for the stitches, that should hold up.
Whitemane: I did the best I could, please be careful, if you move you'll bleed… Well, more at least… Just be careful please. Please, okay Rosen?
Streit: Whitemane, once again, be careful with the names, it's a pain to edit.
Whitemane: I really don't care just now, promise me.
Streit: I...
Streit pauses for a few seconds.
Streit: I promise.
Relieved, the elf turns towards the door and blue swirls start to come out of his hands. The screen goes white for a moment as a thud is heard.
Streit: Damn, that was a lot of mojo, you okay?
Whitemane: You said it yourself, we're not here much longer.
The elf hurriedly hides his slightly gray and smoking hands, the human does not seem to notice them. The camera rushes through the door as Streit steps over the pile of ashes on the ground before starting to climb the steps, one by one. A jerky breathing can be heard. The footsteps behind come closer as the elf puts the man's arm around his shoulders.
Whitemane: Come on, I'll help you.
The two metahumans climb 4 floors together and arrive in front of a new door, this one is ajar and opens onto a large office. Inside many lights have been destroyed and the room is lit only by desk lamps scattered. Streit is hanging by a thread, the camera moves up and down at an increasingly irregular rhythm.
Streit: Say Whitemane?
Whitemane: Yes Streit? What's the matter?
Streit: I don't feel great… According to the intel I got the jets should be stored in level 75, so just 4 floors above. Can you give me two seconds and go prep a jet? Just find one, start it and come back and get me, okay? If you need an access card, we'll probably find one in this office.
Streit staggers and falls to his knees. The elf seems very hesitant, he has a worried look towards the camera.
Whitemane: I'm not sure it's a good idea to leave you alone, you'll lose too much blood and…I…I don't know if we can bring you back if you lose consciousness.
Streit: It will be fine… Plus we all have to die some day…
The elf now has a hard look, full of animosity.
Whitemane: I forbid you to play that card, do you hear me? What are you planning to do? Do you want to be the hero of the story? Save me by giving your life? Can for 2 seconds in your goddamn life you stop thinking you're the main character!?
Streit coughs up blood on Whitemane's jacket.
Streit: I'm not a fucking hero Whitemane.
Whitemane: You're repeating that like it's going to make a difference! I... Rosen, stop fucking with me! Stop thinking you're invincible and listen to people who wantto help you!
Streit: Nah, you don't understand... I don't deserve to survive... In fact, I've never been anything but a bad influence for everyone… I never stopped pissing off Camel, I never really tried to be friends with Sun, I considered Alopex a pet I could charge the rent and you… Shit… Look what I did to you… All because I can't control my dick, now we don't even really know what we are, you You're covered in my blood…I mean, shit, I pushed you to spend a hundred thousand fuckin' nuyen just because I wanted a big car, I'm just a toxic bastard who thinks he's the hero, I pushed people around me to leave and now I'm risking the life of the guy who means the most to me… I'm a piece of shit, professional my ass. I'm sure from the first minute being stuck here with me you've regretted being here, I know I regret making you stay.
Whitemane: Rosen…I came here of my own free will…Look, we've run out of time here, you're still losing blood…Listen, I'm transferring a few things to you ok? It's my voice so I want you to focus on it, okay? It's a journal let's say. Listen to it and you'll see I'm here because you matter for me, so you better listen till the end and hold on until I come back, understand?
The elf wipes away a tear and repeats, shouting.
Whitemane: Got it?!
Streit: I… I understood… I will listen and stay alive, I promise you.
[Neue Dateien erhalten: Log_11.maf Log_53.maf Log_62.maf Log_63.maf Log_104.maf]
Without wasting a second, the elf rushes up the stairs, nearly slipping on the first step. Footsteps become more and more distant.
Streit: Alright... gotta stay awake... Commlink, open Log_11.maf.
Log_11.maf: Finally. I’ve just set up my mattress, I’ve asked Streit to go and take care of things… I know he means well, of course, but…
Not exactly, most of the characters seem to call the company E Corp but the main character (who's also the narrator) "corrects it" in his head.