In Night City, nothing was ever actually free. Jax knew this. He lived in the gutters of the Watson district, scavenging circuit boards just to keep his own cybernetic eyes from glitching out. But the hype for the game had reached a fever pitch, and his credits were bone dry. "Do it," a voice rasped from the shadows.
Jax looked at the "Play" button on the screen. It finally turned green.
"That's not a game, kid," Kael said, his voice dropping an octave into something synthesized and cold. "That’s a beacon."