/lit/ - Literature

>>17493381
Mid 20’s protag works for a steadily failing branch of a company that leases artificial bodies (mostly to the terminally ill or veterans) broke and living in a compartment of a vaporwave themed building, his only friend is the “Schwarzenegger in his prime” sized body building cyborg “Bubblegum dynamite” who’s only working security for the company because she’s on suspension for possible use illegal parts during her weight lifting exhibitions. When a passing sky craft drops an engine through the roof, the robot who works on the upper floors cleaning the bodies and upgrading the servers, (who also begs the MC to see the outside world, it uses the autonomous building repair machines sent by corporate to start building extra square footage that reveals a psychedelic PKD-esque/13th floor “back rooms” zone that will become the only refuge after unknowingly stepping into the sights of undead yakuza cyborgs that mistake him for a target. I know that’s a lot, but it makes sense when it’s not crammed into a run on sentence filled mega paragraph.