Full Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1cWjt4LFxZ8 There was a kid outside the med-center selling hand-painted badges, Arasaka logos crossed out, crude red lines on cracked plastic. Two eddies each. Three for five. He couldn't have been older than fourteen. Didn't look like he knew what the tower meant. Just knew that crossed-out things were selling that morning. An older man stopped and looked at the badges a long time. Asked the kid how long he'd been out there, He said since dawn. So the man bought every single one, but he didn't keep them. He left them in a pile by the gutter and walked back toward Japantown, without looking up once. Maybe he worked there. Maybe someone he loved did. Maybe he just needed them gone from the kid's hands, or him off the street. Something ended here, not the way endings work in stories or legends are born. Just something shifted from one place to another. And the kid counted his eddies. And the badges sat in the gutter. And the smoke was still there. Just higher up now, just further away. I keep thinking about the man's hands, How long he stood there before he moved, Like he was deciding something that had already been decided for him. Something ended here, not the way endings work in stories or legends are born Just something shifted from one place to another. The corner looked the same by afternoon, It'll look the same next week, Night City doesn't mark its moments it just keeps going, keeps going, keeps going. But something happened there. I saw it. It's time to go.
