Cyberpunk Escape
Control
Use WASD or Arrow keys to navigate—thrust forward, reverse momentum, and maneuver with precision. Press Space to unleash a concentrated force blast aimed precisely where you’re facing, channeling energy into a single decisive strike. Movement dictates direction; every shot hinges on your positioning.
description
The stench of burnt ozone clung to my nostrils as I slumped against the alley wall, credstick still warm from the deal. Should’ve known the payload was too light for a routine data haul. My optics flickered—a split-second glitch—before the world dissolved into pixelated static. Woke up staring at a blood-red skybox, geometric grids stretching into oblivion. Militech’s pet ICE, no doubt. They don’t send killcode for small-time runners. Not unless you’ve tripped over something *real* damn classified. Every exit I blast through reforms as concrete slabs. Every netrunner glyph I crack births three more. The sim’s learning, adapting—playing my own reflexes against me. Found a pattern, though. Glitched billboards repeating the same ads for a club that doesn’t exist. Ghosts in the machine. Followed the anomalies, let a Militech sentry drill a round through my shoulder just to timestamp the pain feedback. Hurt like hell, but the lag spike gave me coordinates. Turns out the loop’s anchored to a relic of my own memories—some dive bar from my first solo smuggling run. They’ve wired the simulation’s core to my biometrics. Bastards want me to *choose* compliance. Not happening. Dug out a shard of corrupted code I’d pocketed during a Havana op years back. Ancient ransomware, barely stable. Jammed it into the bar’s flickering holojukebox. Watched the code metastasize, fracturing the sim’s architecture. Walls peeled back like rotting synthflesh. Heard the ICE’s scream as the collapse began. Last thing I remember? Cold air biting my cheeks, the electric reek of Night City’s rain, and the hollow ache of real bones protesting as I dragged myself onto a fire escape. Militech’ll send hunters. Let ’em. I’ve crashed worse systems.
