In Night City’s Corporate Plaza, Arasaka Tower looms like a corporate monolith, its sleek facade mocking the decay below. Despite the two holograms of fishes floating in the sky, the opulent architecture and the masses of rich folks and corpos walking around. One can see the cracks in the facade of civilization. Down below one can see the homeless searching food in the trash, druggies limping on the ground before flat lining on the corner and the sex addicted freaks trapped in a constant porn braindance behind piles of their own filth

"50 years and still the same crap, Night city never changes. And so does Arasaka."

The construct of Johnny made itself present, materializing to rest on the railing with a glitchy cigarette in his silver hand. As if he was truly there

"I saw corps ... transform Night City into a machine fueled by people's crushed spirits, broken dreams and emptied pockets. Corps've long controlled our lives, taken lots... and now they're after our souls... I've declared war not 'cause capitalism's a thorn in my side or outta nostalgia for an America gone by. This war's a people's war against a system that's spiralled outta our control."

He takes off his glasses and glares

"Corps crush dreams, steal souls, and call it progress. I’m fighting a war to burn it all down. You in, or you just another pawn in their game?” His silver arm flexes, a challenge in his glare.