Steal the car.

“Fuck it. I want to do something cool.” Racing down the street you get to the car in seconds. Quickly you try both doors and find them locked. “Damn.” Closing your eyes and making a fist you punch the glass of the passenger door as hard as you can and, “Ouch. Fuck.” It doesn't break. Looking around you do notice that the car has a keypad lock on the door, so in theory you could just punch in the code and it would pop open, sadly as it has ten numbers and you don't know how many places it would be impossible to guess. Reaching up you can't help but feel all the little holes you have in your head. “Surely I can do something.” But you don't have any way to connect to the car. That at least gives you an idea.

Quickly you make your way over to the stuffer shack and begin looking around. “Hey whore. I know you don't have any money. Get out.” The man behind a protective glass barrier yells.

You flash one of the hundreds, “How's this? Asshole.”

“Huh. So what are you looking for?” As he asks the question you see exactly what you need, a set of cables and plugs. You walk them up to the register and set them next to the little opening in the bullet proof cage. “That it?” He asks.

“Ya unless you have any guns.” You answer with a laugh.

“You really got money?” He asks again. You hold up the little wad to answer. “Ya, fine. I have one you can afford. Picked it up in trade a week ago. I got this.” He holds up a little pink polymer pistol. Comes with a little holster you can tuck in your waist that clips on top of your pants or belt, and three magazines, all full of what looks like armor piercing 9mm ammo. It isn't all that but I'll give it to you for $150.”

The interface cables and plugs cost just shy of that, and as you contemplate it your stomach grumbles making you look to the food for sale at the register as well, you make a quick decision. “Okay, I'll take it. Hey, give me one of those hot dogs, some chips, and a soda.” You say with a smile, leaving you with just over $100 left, which you stuff in your jeans, happy to have pockets. He hands you everything, the gun tucks nicely out of sight at right about one o'clock in your pants, and you pocket the cables and spare magazines in your back pockets. After shoveling down the food like a ravenous beast you thank him and head out.

Back at the car minutes later you set to work. As soon as you are plugged in something almost takes over and before you know it using skill you didn't really know for sure you had, the door clicks and you are inside. Another plug into the dash and in just as short a time, you are speeding down the road. “Holy shit I did it.” You also receive another happy surprise. The car's computer also seems able to read into your systems as well giving you more ability now that you have the added power and you are able to locate the tracker and bomb inside of yourself. While that doesn't really do all that much as you aren't able to turn it off, you at least now know where it is. The fast car has you at the doctors office before you know it. Hopping out you run up to the nondescript door and push the little black call button. “Hi. I need help. You are a doctor right?”

There is no response, and you just stand there for at least a minute, buzzing every few seconds. Just as you are about to give up and try somewhere else a voice finally calls across the intercom, “What do you need?”

“I have a tracker and internal bomb implanted in my head. I need it out before they realize I am gone.”

“No way I let a bomb in here. Hell no. Go away.” The voice demands.

“But isn't there anything you can do?” You ask then pleading add, “Please I need your help.”

“Fine. Look if you want I can fry your system with a strong electric pulse. I have to warn you while it will most likely disrupt their signal so they can't activate anything it might also destroy most of your internal devices. If you let me do that I can then operate on you and take it out. But we are talking $3000 for the procedure. Do you even have that kind of money?”

“I have that.” You answer pointing at the expensive car.

“A stolen car. What kind of a place do you think this is.”

“Come on, it is worth more than twenty times that. I know you will have to sell it and all that, so I don't expect a whole lot more, but it is worth at least $10,000 credit isn't it. Come on I know you do this thing all the time. Not everyone can have that much cash on hand all the time. I know it.” You say, hoping that it is true.

There is nothing more than silence for several moments, and you begin to loose hope when suddenly the door opens and a forty something tall thin guy with a well groomed beard and thinning hair steps out. He is wearing a white lab coat, black slacks, shoes, and rubber gloves. He walks past you and up to the car. Much as you did he opens the door and jacks into the computer. A couple of seconds later he unhooks and turns to you. “Fine I'll fry you. Once you are out I'll take out the bug, and bomb. If you are still alive I will give you an additional $9000 credit to use on repairs to your systems that get fried along with the bug. That is it. I'm not negotiating take it or walk.” Saying this he holds up what looks like a gun with a really fat chunk of plastic and wires on the end.

“Fine do it.” You say and steel yourself for the shock you are sure is going to hurt. You remember seeing him pull the trigger but that is it. You go out like a light.

When you wake up you are looking up at him on a table and are instantly aware that you are naked under a sheet. He is looking down at your face. “I brought you up to ask you a question. Most of your internals have been removed in parts over some time. I'm guessing you sold them to buy **** by the look of your internal organs. All this stuff isn't helping anything, but it does give me a starting point. With your permission I suggest you have me take out all of the partial systems and harvest them for parts. I can then give you a new computer with more memory and faster interface. Your quad port chip jack behind your ear is still fine as is your primary dual plug jack in front, so I will leave them in, as are your eyes. Your armor weave in your skin, and skeletal reinforcement will still be there as well, as it is fine, but your musculature is terrible, with what you have it is most likely giving you intermittent strength and dexterity at best. If I take it out I can give you a low level new one that will at least work all the time. Your reflex enhancement is completely shot but is pretty valuable so if I take it out I can give you one of the always on types that some people don't like but it is the only one cheap enough. Other than that I don't really have anything else I can do for you. I also noticed your shitty little gun and how much money you had on you so I decided something else. If you take my offer I will give you $4000 cash as well. What do you think?”

“What if I say no?” You ask.

“Well if you want I can put you back together and you will still have all your partially working systems still in place, plus I will give you the credit we agreed on. That is enough to buy you some reinforced nails or a few cheap upgrades. I can show you the lists if you would rather do that, but I don't recommend it. Either way it is your choice. I just wanted you to know where you stand.”