Infinite Progress: Starting from Arasaka
Synopsis:
(Also known as: Starting as a Corporate Slave in Arasaka, From Arasaka to Interstellar Peace Company, I Am the Company!)
In a world where megacorporations dictate the flow of power, a low-level corporate employee leverages interdimensional trade to climb the ranks of the most powerful conglomerates. From the cybernetic stronghold of Arasaka to the dystopian experiments of Umbrella Corporation, his ambition knows no bounds.
Many years later...
"Cybernetic Rejection, Flesh Acceptance."
—Arasaka Corporation, Security Division: Director Vera's breakthrough on cybernetic implant failures, leading to the discovery of the T-virus and the potential for human augmentation.
"Flesh is Weak, Mechanical Ascension."
—Umbrella Corporation, Manufacturing Division: Dr. Vera's counter-proposal against White Umbrella's biotech focus, advocating for the dominance of cybernetic enhancements.
Cyborgs Are the Future."
—Ghoul Countermeasures Bureau, R&D Division: Vera's analysis on integrating mechanized organic technology.
And at the peak of it all...
"The Artificial Star God."
Vera Adelheid, Supreme Chairwoman, stands before her vast empire and announces the final phase:
The Interstellar Peace Company.
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Chapter 1: Corporate Slave in Arasaka
Night City.
Neon lights flickered in the polluted dusk, reflecting off the cracked glass and steel towers that loomed over the streets like silent gods. The air was thick with smog, carrying the scent of burning polymers, overheated circuits, and the unmistakable metallic tang of blood.
Buzz. Buzz.
Somewhere in the heart of the city, a siren blared—a curfew alarm. In the distance, flames and smoke curled into the sky, dark clouds swallowing the neon glow. Another riot. Another corpse-choked alleyway.
On the cracked highways, police sirens wailed as crowds surged forward, pressing against the electrified barricades. Humanoid security drones hovered overhead, scanning the mass of bodies with cold efficiency.
> [WARNING: Citizens, your actions are in violation of Night City Public Security Regulations.]
The synthetic voice of an Arasaka security drone echoed through the street, but the crowd had already turned from protest to full-scale riot.
> [Final warning: Cease unlawful activity immediately. Security protocols authorized.]
"FUCK YOU, TIN CAN!" someone in the mob screamed.
A Molotov cocktail arced through the air. Glass shattered, fire bloomed. The explosion illuminated the reflective visors of the riot officers as they instinctively crouched behind armored barriers.
Then, the drones engaged.
No hesitation. No warning.
The first bursts of automatic gunfire tore through the front lines of the crowd. Cybernetic limbs twitched as bullets found their marks, flesh and metal alike shredded by high-caliber rounds. Blood mixed with synthetic oil, spraying across the cracked pavement.
The ones who ran were shot in the back.
The ones who fought were cut down before they could even raise their weapons.
From above, the city burned—a tapestry of anarchy woven in neon, lead, and corporate efficiency.
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Arasaka Tower: Tactical Command Center
High above the chaos, in the cold steel heart of Arasaka Tower, the Tactical Command Center remained eerily quiet. The dim light of holographic monitors reflected off the cybernetic augmentations of the personnel inside.
At the center of it all sat Vera Adelheid—young, blonde, impeccably composed. She was clad in a form-fitting corporate uniform, its dark material laced with subtle lines of circuitry. Her cybernetic implants pulsed faintly, syncing with the high-speed data streams flooding the room.
With a flick of her fingers, surveillance feeds displayed across the holo-screens—live footage of the riots, the firefights, the executions.
"Is this all there is?" she muttered, exhaling a thin wisp of cigarette smoke.
Behind her, a squad of Arasaka's elite security forces stood in disciplined silence. They were clad in heavy composite armor, tactical visors scanning the data streams. The white clover insignia of Arasaka Security glowed faintly against the black plating of their gear.
A soldier stepped forward. "Director Vera, the 'targets' have been identified. We've compiled the necessary dossiers, confirmed the agitators, and our teams are in position. Do we proceed?"
Vera tapped her cigarette against the ashtray, watching as crosshairs appeared over the faces of key rioters on the holo-display. The AI-generated execution queue updated in real time.
Some of these people had no idea they were already dead.
"Close the net."
The order was given.
Arasaka's Special Assault Units mobilized, their targets pre-marked by AI prediction algorithms. Gang leaders, cyber-mercs, agitators, corporate dissidents—each one highlighted in the tactical display, their fates already decided by profit margins and corporate efficiency.
Within an hour, the streets would be silent again.
It didn't matter if some of the marked individuals were innocent. Collateral damage was a rounding error in the grand equation of control.
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Corporate War in the Making
As Vera continued to monitor the operation, another call flashed in her neural interface—an encrypted transmission from Arasaka's Night City Information Department.
She accepted.
"Adelheid here. Security operations in Rio de Janeiro are proceeding as planned."
A pause. Then, a voice on the other end responded