His neuro implant wasn't the best nor was it something that everyone used, no it was an old model and the only reason he even had it was because it was the only one that his parents could afford at the time.
They had always said that they would buy him an upgraded one or one that was used by everyone, then they started saying that they would help him pay for a new one.
In the end, they didn't do either.
He can still remember, the day that they both went to work.
He had managed to save just enough to help them pay for his brother's implant, that way he wouldn't be stuck with an outdated piece of scrap like the one he used.
He had heard his parent's boss yell at them and threaten them that if they didn't go to work they would both be fired.
The operation needed his brother to be asleep so that the doctors could work, so his parents left him in charge of getting his brother home.
They never came back home.
Ever since then whenever his brother asks about them he would always say that they were at work, it was a lie but it was a lie that he could live with just as long as his brother made it out.
He was forced to stop walking when he arrived at the building, the stairs were full of trashbags and it was nearly impossible for him to go both up and down without risking something spilling on him or something stabbing him.
The building was covered in graffiti and just like the rest of the buildings in the area that graffiti was covered by even more graffiti.
The outside of the building was full of people some had just been evicted and so they still had a lot of their belongings, while others looked and smelled as if they hadn't had a bath in years.
He was going to walk up the side of the stairs when he noticed the logo, this building belonged to a gang so he turn around and walk away.
Whenever someone goes insane or some deal goes wrong the trauma team comes in and cleans the area that way someone else can move in.
Sometimes people end up losing body parts, tats what he's looking for, cybernetics, it doesn't matter if it's an eyeball a pair of hands, or a leg just one piece is enough for him to be able to pay rent.
A normal person would ask him why he doesn't just get a normal job, there aren't any, the so-called normal jobs pay so little that he could never pay rent and feed his little brother.
As he walks he can see the air cars of the trauma team flying away, he wanted to go back but if the gang found out he was there and took something then they would kill him and his brother.
A kid bumps into him, but he doesn't have any chips or cash on him so the kid just insults him for being broke.
He ignores the prostitutes that call to him, some whisper what their willing to teach him, while others tell him about certain people that need things done for them.
He doesn't like it, the women are attractive there isn't any doubt about that, but if they are calling out to him then they have started to realize that he's somehow affording to live.
The sound of a metal click makes him stop walking and the dim glow of a gold-plated gun aimed at his head forces him to stand still.
"Let's talk." a man that he's never seen before says to him as thes pulled into an alley by a woman that has glowing blue eyes.
"I don't know anything." he says to the pair who immediately slammed his back into the wall.
"Relax, we know you don't." the man says to him as shows him a picture of a gold-plated shotgun.
"People say that you deal with lost parts, so have you seen this part?" the man says to him.
"No." he answers, if he had seen a gun like that he would have sold it for enough money to pay for a better apartment o better insurance.
"So you're not lying to us?" the man said to him.
"If I had seen it, I would have sold it and gotten a better apartment but I'm still living here aren't I" he answers the man.
It only took a moment but the next thing he knew he was on the ground grabbing his head, he didn't even know when the man hit him.
Hell, he didn't even feel the pain but his hands had moved even before he could scream in agony.
"Let's go"
"So we're just going to leave him?"
"Yeah he doesn't know anything" were the last words he heard before he passed out.
When he finally woke up he found that the sun had gone down and, he had to use all of his strength to get back up, he had to get home he had broken his promise.
The walk back home was completely different the streets were full of people that wanted to get some relief from their everyday lives, and people buying...whatever they needed at the moment.
When he finally made it back the guards outside immediately surrounded him and tried to get him to tell them who had beaten him.
He didn't want to start anything so he told them the truth he didn't know, but in the end, he told them that it had been a guy that had a gold gun and was looking for a gold shotgun.
The guards opened the door for him and told him that his brother was already inside.
He was forced to lean on the walls and when he found his front door he immediately opened it and found his little brother sitting on the couch alone.
His little brother couldn't see him yet.
"You lied" his brother said to him as he struggled to get inside.
"Sorry, something happened." He said to his brother as he tried to not sound as injured as he felt.
He must have not done a good job because his brother got up and walked toward him before gasping and running up to him.
"Are you okay!" his brother said to him as he hugged his leg.
"I'm fine, just a little beaten up, so did your school give you a video? Let's watch it together." he said to his brother who was crying while still hugging his lege.
