Corporate Clinics: Will likely result in Motoko getting the Devil ending. She'll be a lab rat for the rest of her (likely short and miserable, or worse, long and torturous) life.

Scandinavian Clinics (not to be confused with Scavs Я Us, she's already been to one as a patient): If she somehow finds one, or goes out on a trip to Europe, she'll get legitimate help. All those questions have answers, and she's actually pretty neurotypical for someone in this setting, including the murderous urges. As previously mentioned at one point, people react strangely when she avoids killing people, which should tell you she's the outlier for that pacifism - or rather in their opinion, weakness. In comparison to the Edgerunners cast, she's actually very similar to Rebecca, who is in turn a mirror of David (who is actually an anomaly). Rebecca is actually the best example of a neurotypical Night City resident, as a young woman.

Newage Clinics: Such as Misty's Esoterica and Chakra Harmonization. What, did you think she was just some new age kook? From the wiki: "While Viktor is a healer of bullet and blade wounds, Misty is a mender of broken spirits." That sounds exactly like mental health, even if it's not in a sterile, academic backed environment. She even has a comfortable chair, and a pleasantly warm atmosphere, with cyber candles, and aromatics.

And the latter I think is not only the most approachable, but the most impactful, because it'll address Motoko's core philosophy. So here, this got away from me. I know it's been touched on before in OMAKE, but my own take. Feel free to steal, Seras.

Edit. Fuck, like a million edits, sorry. Here are some atmospherics:

"Hey Motoko, do you have a sec?"

I paused in my walk towards Vik's clinic, and turned towards the familiar voice. Misty was leaning out of her shop, worrying at her lower lip. Her dark makeup only seemed to accentuate her pale skin, and green eyes even more. For a second, I questioned my sexuality, before I remembered that I was physically a teenager and spacebattles would ban me if I continued this train of thought. Shaking my head, I smiled and wandered over, "Misty. How've you been?"

She shrugged, smiling in return, "Alright I guess. Feels like I'm just harmonizing my chakras half the time, waiting for someone to walk in." That didn't seem right. I swear I read something about her getting more customers than Vik, but he charged way more, that was certain. Maybe it balanced out, somehow? She was his landlord, so maybe he was subsidizing her eccentricities.

I raised my eyebrow, and followed her into the shop when she indicated, giving my doubts voice, "I thought you'd be pretty busy. Place like Night City seems like it could use some harmonization."

She snorted and leaned back against the counter, watching me as I walked around to the other side. This seemed...right. V always got guidance here, and even if the messages seemed obscure at the time, they were strangely prophetic, "Last guy to walk in was two days ago, and he was a pizza delivery guy who got lost."

Shit. Maybe I could throw her a bone, "Wanna read my tarot?" Maybe I could game this too? Get a flash of my future, which in hindsight would make sense, but right now would probably just muddle me. And I would probably screw it up, so maybe not such a great idea.

She giggled, "Oh? How about a love~ spread?" She stretched the word out, and I felt my eyebrow twitch. No ships here, except Jackie and Misty. I still had to hook them up. V and Judy too, because honestly River was just a downer.

"Nah, maybe another time?" I glanced at the exit, wondering if it was too early to slip away, "But hey, I know a great guy, if you're looking?" Matchmaker Motoko, that was me.

She smiled, but I could tell it was patronizing. She was probably wondering what a teenager knew that she didn't. Or maybe she thought I was planning on setting her up with my brother. Please, Jackie was way cooler than Jun. There, I said it. "Truce, then. How about we talk about something else? You mentioned ghosts the other day?" That worried look came back as she bit her lip, "Unless you're not ready?"

My chrome shoulders slumped slightly, "No, it's fine." Shit, she was gonna find out I was a mega-nerd, "I guess, I dunno how to explain." She gestured to the comfortable looking chair, but I shook my head, "No, just need a second to think on it."

She nodded encouragingly, "A good place to start is at the beginning. Did you mean Ghost, like the classical definition? A disembodied spirit?"

I frowned, thinking, "I guess, but it translates to the continuation of consciousness, and the mind body problem. You know how the mind-machine interface might as well be black magic?" She nodded in understanding, "Kinda like that."

Misty hummed in thought, "Well, what if I told you the continuation of consciousness was a lie?"

My brow furrowed in confusion, "What do you mean?"

She smiled in that mysterious Misty way, "Some believe uncertainty is an evil that should be dispelled through divination. Others claim it's change that is evil. But that isn't true either." One of her fingers tapped at the tarot deck that had appeared on the counter, as if by magic. When had she drawn it, and why hadn't I noticed? Was it slight of hand, or was she an actual magician? "Every minute of every day, we each become someone new. We shouldn't fear change itself, but only who we might change into. Knowing one's path is most important."

I shrugged and grinned, "Still not gonna get that love spread."

She sighed in an exaggerated fashion, "Ah, can't fault me for trying." The deck disappeared just as quickly as it appeared, "So, does that make a bit of sense?"

I nodded, "A bit like the ship of Theseus then, and I guess that's what the concept of the Ghost applies most closely to. I guess you could say that the Ghost is the consciousness, the soul, so to speak? Untied to the physical vessel."

She tilted her head in thought, "The soul in which manner? The religious?"

I shook my head, "I don't think so, just what makes us, us." I frowned, that didn't sound right. Shit, I sucked at this, "Does that make sense?"

Misty nodded all the same, "It does, but be careful how you use your words. Souls generally refence a religious framework, whether in the Bardo Thodol, or in more Abrahamic texts. Even in both of those, there are dozens of sects that redefine what each of the core concepts are, and that isn't even touching on post-modern systems." She winked at me, "Did you know that there's been quite the rise in neo-luddite beliefs after the fourth corporate war?"

I shook my head negative, "I didn't, but I can understand why. Time of the Red was pretty much an apocalypse, right?"

She sighed, "What a way to be a downer, Motoko."

I flinched, "Sorry."

Misty smiled that sad smile of hers all the same, "No need to be sorry. It's just pretty obvious, but nobody goes around and points it out. A bit too much on the nose, with how life is, and it's not healthy to pick a wound raw. You have to let it heal, maybe with a bit of help?" She tilted her head forward, in a knowing way.

Fuck, what did she know? Did Vik leak my super-sleep powers? The ability to get 8 hours without disruptions? Something most people would commit genocide for? No, his Dad Grandpa energy was too strong, "Right." Best to play dumb, that always worked on Jun.

Her smile didn't fade, "So back to the original point. What makes us, us, and the ghost as the metaphysical self. Any divine connections, if not religious?"

I tilted my head, "There's a difference?"

She shrugged, "What do you think?"

I thought that was a clever play on words, and a subjective trap, "I don't think there's an answer to your question, not a real one. But no, no divine connections."

Misty nodded, "Nova, I think I understand then." She reached out across the counter, but hesitated, "May I?" I nodded, curious, as she placed her hand on my forehead, "Have you ever experienced moments when you felt like you weren't yourself? That you were just playing a role in a holo, maybe? Or a game?" I felt a prick of cold sweat trickle down my back, wholly unrelated to the warm temperature of her shop.

"Can't say I have." Yeah, I was the best liar.

"How about concentrating, or body dysphoria?" Shit, shit. My mind snapped back to the waking nightmare of getting kidnapped by Maelstrom.

"Yeah, a bit. Right after Maelstrom cut me up." Maybe I should have taken that chair, it looked pretty damn comfortable right now.

Misty pulled away, a frown on her face, "You can tell me to stop, anytime. You're the one in control here, okay?"

And I suddenly realized what she was doing, the clever bitch. I couldn't help the smile that tugged my lips, "You're good."

She leaned back, and her frown disappeared as quickly as her tarot deck, replaced by a grin that matched my own, "Thanks, but this is about you."

I shook my head, "I'm alright, Misty, really. Dealing. I have a few creative outlets."

She snapped her fingers, "You promised you'd play guitar for me!"

I winced, yeah, I had, "Next time?"

Misty's side eye was so deadly, Mama Welles could probably learn a few tricks. Maybe that was why they weren't friends? "You know that only losers break their promises, right?" Of course I knew that! I was a warrior of love and justice! By the power of the Moon, believe it, Dattebayo!

My crossed arms were entirely coincidental, and I was NOT pouting, "Right."

Misty giggled, "We keep getting distracted, sorry. So a Ghost is like a soul, but not religious. It's the metaphysical aspect of our physical selves, which persists similar to a continuation of consciousness, which itself may or may not be real. A subjective sort of perception, right?"

I nodded, this time with honest certainty, "Right. So, I guess what I was getting at, is that it doesn't matter what body I'm in, or where I am, because I'm still Motoko."

Misty inhaled, clapping her hands together, "That's great! It's so important to know who you are, so try to keep that perspective, in a grounded," she emphasized the word with a downward tilt of her chin and a playful furrow of her eyebrows, "way, primarily through your personal connections." Her smile was playful, "Maybe next time we could take the chair, too?"

I snorted, "Maybe. I'll bring my guitar."

She winked at me, "Great, and maybe bring your brother by more often. I think he could stand to get his Chakras realigned too."

FUCK. NO! Was... was Misty attracted to Jun? Did I destroy the timeline, and ruin the chances of the Misty/Jackie pure love? Did I fail my task as a warrior of love? No! Damn you Jun, it was all your fault! What was it with him and older women? That fucker, no way he had game! Misty's giggling told me that she knew exactly what I was thinking, so I just gave up.

No way I could play her, she was just too good.

JUN. SWEEP.