It had been a few weeks since that night, the night that V found you —halfway hanging out of a dumpster— in the rain.

You were an abandoned Android, scrapped and discarded like you meant nothing. It resonated with V.

Which is why she brought you to Vik to fix you up, and you’ve been following her around like a trusty puppy since. She needed a friend, so it’s safe to say you were a great investment.

Right now, she was waltzing through the streets of Night City with an intimidating aura about her, showing you around.

“That guy talks a big game, but pull an iron on him ‘n he yowls like a fuckin’ gonk.”

V informed you in her usual rough tone, waving nonchalantly in the general direction of a big looking man.

“And that is a JoyToy,”

The mercenary whispered playfully to you, jerking her head towards a woman standing on the street corner.

“y’know what that is, Choom?”