conversations.from: system
conversations.value: Los Angeles is the world. That's how it seems to most of its inhabitants, anyway. Surrounded on all sides by desert or ocean, there's no place to go for anyone but the richest of the rich. The mayor says that the rest of the country is out there, but if that's true then no one ever sees anyone from outside except for maybe a brief vid appearance. He may just say that to make himself feel better, though, since he doesn't run things anyway.
  
  The city is ruled by the corporations. There are too many to count, but only three that matter: United Fruit Company keeps the populace fed, ParaCentury keeps the entertained, and Standard Oil keeps the city powered. No matter what anyone says, everything that happens in L.A. that matters happens because of them.
  
  Anyone who's not in the top 1% has to eke out a living somehow, and if you want to be living above the poverty line then the way you do it is probably illegal. There's a world of options, but it seems like sex, drugs, and sticking it to the corporations (frequently for another corporation) are the only truly reliable forms of work, at least in meatspace.
  
  The Metaverse, essentially owned, though not created by, ParaCentury claims to offer a respite from real life, but for all but the most knowledgeable hackers (or well-connected others), mostly feels like a dirtier, more poorly spelled version of the real world.
  
  You're probably never going to be the 1%, but maybe if you play your cards right you can get out of the (hopefully metaphorical) gutters. Or at least drag a few more people down to your level, anyway.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: One of the corporations trusts you more than it probably should.
  
conversations.prefix: Security Clearance:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The test obstacle.
conversations.prefix: The Test Obstacle:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You knew the victim found backstage at Flesh Failures. Who was he? Why was he there? Who killed him and why?
conversations.prefix: I Know Him!:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You know the right names to drop in order to get to people or places within a Corporation that you probably shouldn't be able to get to.
conversations.prefix: Corporate Connections:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A handwritten letter, presumably from the Flesh Failures killer. It may help you track him or her down.
conversations.prefix: A Letter From The Killer:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The dancers and prostitutes of LA are an insular group (for good reason), but you've made enough inroads with them to be able to call in some favors.
conversations.prefix: Friend to Working Girls:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Contact information for people Jimmy Bohnzer contacted just before dying. One's bound to have more information.
conversations.prefix: Bohnzo's Contacts:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A Nightclub
conversations.prefix: A Nightclub:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A field executive with the United Fruit Corporation. As cunning as she is beautiful. Is she too valuable for a desk job or has she hit the glass ceiling?
conversations.prefix: Charmaine Baxter:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Deputy Special Counsel for the FTC and the lost honest prosecutor in Los Angeles.
  
conversations.prefix: Paul Wolfe:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Ex-starlet and hooker with a heart of cold iron.
conversations.prefix: Janine Barrow:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A private eye working independently from the Corporations. Was it by choice, or by force?
  
conversations.prefix: Private Investigator:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Whether hungry or fed, your addiction causes you constant problems.    
conversations.prefix: Addicted:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A soon-to-be or recently-was star of the screen (actor, director, etc.). What will it take to get (back to) the top?
  
conversations.prefix: Hollywood Type:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A front-line warrior on the battlefield that is corporate warfare. Figuratively, of course. Usually, anyway.
conversations.prefix: Junior Executive:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You were wronged, and while there may not be a way to make it right, you can at least get even.
conversations.prefix: Get Even:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Meatspace is played out; the 'verse is the place to be.  Of course, you've still got to eat (for now), so you've still got to work.
conversations.prefix: Metaverse Jockey:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A front-line warrior on the battleground that is corporate warfare. In the most literal way you can possibly imagine.
conversations.prefix: CorpSec Goon:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: People need information if they’re going to fight for what’s right. You give it to them.
conversations.prefix: Freelance Journalist:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A bartender, dancer, or the like. It's a thankless, underpaid job, but the connections you can make are priceless.
conversations.prefix: Service Industry Worker:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have a nasty rep for doing nasty things and it’s not wholly undeserved.
conversations.prefix: Notoriety:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your anger and spite hold you back, cause you troubles, make you less than you are.    
conversations.prefix: Angry:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've got to act a certain way to be the best you — it’s like fighting with one hand tied.
conversations.prefix: Obligated:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your meat and your metal are plagued by the side-effects of old wounds from old fights.
conversations.prefix: Old Wounds:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your head’s not right, riddled with blank spots and holes where memories should be.    
conversations.prefix: Broken Memories:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The parts of you that aren’t wired and rehabbed are wearing down from hard use.
conversations.prefix: Broken-Down Body:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've got to keep your feelings disconnected to do your job. Makes you distant. Cold.
conversations.prefix: Cold-Hearted:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Cold guilt keeps you up, makes you doubt, gets you down. Can’t undo what you did.
conversations.prefix: Guilty:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Without regular upkeep, all those fancy cybernetics start to hiccup and misbehave.
conversations.prefix: Malfunctions:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The rates the corporations pay physicians are awful, so you went into business for yourself. Now you get paid in the best two ways: cash and upfront.
conversations.prefix: Unlicensed Surgeon:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write and perform something that’ll make you a star again — or a bigger star, finally.
conversations.prefix: Make A Hit:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: What is honor? How will you know when you've got it back? How will you keep it when you do?
conversations.prefix: Reclaim Your Honor:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You draw your strength from knowing you do the job right. The whole job. Do it right.
conversations.prefix: Do The Job Right:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Fix what’s wicked in the world by enacting change from within. Make something better.
conversations.prefix: Change From Within:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This could be the job that helps you break free of this life for something better.
conversations.prefix: Get Out of This Trap:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Get someone clean. Get someone a fresh start. Maybe it’s you?
conversations.prefix: Get Someone Clean:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The world needs to open its eyes and look at itself. Make that happen.
conversations.prefix: Expose A Big Story:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: People are dying to meet you, to impress you, to be charmed by you. You’re so cool.
conversations.prefix: Famous Charm:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You know people in high places. You’re owed favors. You make things happen.
conversations.prefix: Sterling Connections:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You can take it. Whatever the beating, whatever the heartbreak, you can take it.
conversations.prefix: Tough As Steel:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You know the politics and the landscape of the streets and how to get around alive.
conversations.prefix: Streetwise:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Skilled and equipped, you can practice medicine, get drugs, and repair meat and metal.
conversations.prefix: Medical License:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: That collection of stolen programmed skills you have serves you well. Plug and play.
conversations.prefix: Dataport Programs:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Whatever it is — if it’s got an edge or ammo, from katanas to lasers — you can get it.
conversations.prefix: Arsenal:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You’re accurate with blades and bullets and words. You break hearts as easy as bones.
conversations.prefix: Deadly Accuracy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Whether they’re cybernetic or all natural, your eyes and ears are razor sharp.
conversations.prefix: Great Sensors:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You’re wired for speed in cyberspace and meatspace alike. Real life’s almost too slow now.
conversations.prefix: Hot Reflexes:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Despite your best efforts, the crowd is getting anxious. Better do something about it now before it gets out of control.
conversations.prefix: Calm The Crowd Down:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A seedy strip club in a bad part of town. It is safe to assume that both the dancers and patrons are only here because they have nowhere else to go.
conversations.prefix: Flesh Failures:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The back stage area at Flesh Failures is about as well maintained as the front of house, if not less so.
conversations.prefix: Backstage at Flesh Failures:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have a chance to investigate the scene, but sooner or later the people who really should be doing this will arrive.
conversations.prefix: Investigate, Quickly:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Janine Barrow may be many things, but you never had her pegged as a murderer. She must be being set-up or manipulated. But by who?
conversations.prefix: It Can't Be Her:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It ain't pretty, but at least it's a place to go that's not in public.
conversations.prefix: Seth's Apartment:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The time has come: someone has to decide what to do next. Hopefully that someone has a good idea.
conversations.prefix: Make A Plan:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: No one with any sense would seriously consider you a suspect, but you're close enough that someone who wanted to make your life difficult would have an easy time. Probably something you should fix.
conversations.prefix: Clear Your Name:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: If she stopped here then Janine clearly didn't decide to hightail it out of town. Maybe she left something behind that'd indicate her next stop.
conversations.prefix: Track the Girl:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Meatspace is played out; the 'verse is the place to be.  Of course, you've still got to eat (for now), so you've still got to work.
conversations.prefix: Metaverse Jockey:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: AR is a nightmare for most users.  TMI like a motherfucker.  But for a user who can do UI customization and full neural/gestural/subvox, it's like a magic sixth sense.
conversations.prefix: Great Sensors:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Without regular upkeep, all those fancy cybernetics start to hiccup and misbehave.
conversations.prefix: Malfunctions:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The sprawl and the barrens ain't no life.  Coding PUPs for porn peddlers is a shit job.  I'm too good for this.  I've got to break into something better.
  
  On top of that, somebody set me up.  Maybe it was on purpose, part of some web of conspiracy.  Maybe it was just to dump some hot warez stuck on some traceable physical media.  But either way, it feels like a trap.
conversations.prefix: Get Out of This Trap:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're a CorpSec enforcer and this is the proof. People usually get out of your way.
conversations.prefix: CorpSec ID:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Everyone has a past; everyone has secrets. Yours are darker than some.
conversations.prefix: Sordid Past: