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Robot Unicorn 1 - Unita-N
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Phil Of The Future on the Disney Channel website from thrifty nostalgic queens
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Moonstone Rider
Neon signs bled into the perpetual twilight of Xyla’s North Sector. Rain, a greasy film on the cracked chrome streets, reflected the thousand-story facades in a distorted, shimmering mirage. Anya, a Moonstone Rider, sliced through the urban sprawl on her cybercycle. Her nights were a blur of rain-streaked chrome and flickering neon, the symphony of the city a constant thrumming in her enhanced ears.
Half-human, half-machine, Anya was a product of the gleaming towers that scraped the Xyla sky. Her left eye, a cloudy grey orb beneath a worn leather patch, was a constant reminder of the scrapyard brawl that had earned her a promotion - and a cybernetic upgrade. The other eye, a vibrant emerald green, scanned the cityscape, its augmented vision highlighting potential threats and hidden caches.
Tonight’s run was simple, or so she thought. Recover a stolen data chip from a back-alley black market known as the Gut. Easy in, easy out. But Xyla had a way of twisting simplicity into a tangled mess.
As Anya navigated the labyrinthine alleyways, the stench of recycled synth-meat and ozone from malfunctioning cybernetics assaulted her nostrils. Holographic advertisements flickered erratically, hawking dubious wares and illegal cybernetic enhancements. A shadowed figure darted across her path, a flicker of desperation in its augmented eyes. Anya ignored it, focus locked on the coordinates flickering in her cybernetic implant.
The Gut was a pulsating mass of humanity, cyborgs, and the desperate flotsam of Xyla’s underbelly. Anya dismounted her cycle, its sleek lines and glowing engine a stark contrast to the rusting metal shacks lining the alley. Her hand instinctively went to the hilt of the vibroblade strapped to her thigh – a relic from a bygone era that felt strangely comforting amidst the whirring machinery and flickering lights.
She pushed through the throng, a wave of heat and stale sweat rolling over her. The data chip’s location led her to a grimy gambling den, the air thick with cigar smoke and the desperate shouts of addicts. A hulking cyborg with a chrome arm barred her way.
“This ain’t no place for dolls, pretty thing,” he rumbled, his voice a distorted rasp. Anya’s emerald eye narrowed. Negotiations weren’t part of the plan. With a swift, practiced move, she disarmed him with a kick to his pressure point, sending him sprawling.
Inside the den, she found the seller, a wiry man with twitchy eyes and a cybernetic arm that ended in a set of sharpened claws. A tense standoff ensued, threats exchanged in a guttural mix of slang and binary code. Just as Anya lunged, a guttural roar echoed through the room.
A monstrosity emerged from the shadows, a patchwork of salvaged cybernetics fused with rotting flesh. It had been one of the city’s underdwellers, a scavenger mutated by years of exposure to the toxic waste that seeped from the underbelly of Xyla.
The fight was brutal, a ballet of flashing blades and sparking cybernetics. Anya fought with the honed reflexes of a seasoned Moonstone Rider, her cybernetic enhancements pushing her body past its natural limits. The stench of burnt wires filled the air as she dodged a swipe of the creature’s cybernetic claws.
With a final surge of adrenaline, Anya landed a decisive blow, her vibroblade finding a weak spot in the creature’s armor. It crumpled to the ground, a twitching heap of scrap metal and rotting flesh.
The data chip secured, Anya wasted no time. She sprinted back to her cybercycle, the city thrumming a relentless rhythm around her. As she sped away, a lone figure watched from a rooftop, a single glowing red eye reflecting the neon-drenched twilight. Xyla might sleep, but its secrets never did. And Anya, the Moonstone Rider, was always there to chase them down.
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cyberpunkplaza · 2 months
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laptop with seven fold-out screens
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ronycore · 6 months
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RABBIT SEVEN BY MEGASCULPTURE
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daylifesims · 6 months
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FANTASY HAIR SET - Futuristic Spy
I made the new colour roots accessory with this hair in mind so I really hope you enjoy it ^^
Please read my TOU before download.
New mesh
Base game compatible
24 EA colours
Hat compatible
All LODs
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Gradients by Simandy
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wiredzerotwo · 3 months
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Teal Translucent-Shelled Wired PS2 Controller
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agk42 · 2 months
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Snowkyo 2024 //
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Cold photos from Tokyo’s snow dump on Feb 5 2024
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tbartist · 4 months
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Red Hood of the future
Please reblog if you like my art✨
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メトロポリス (2001)
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gameb0y SP ("tribal" limited edition) (2005)
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