Alice thinks she just found the best wing woman ever. Perhaps she did, what she doesn't know is that even with Motoko's help Jun's denseness. along with his other psychotic girlfriends are going to be a tough wall to climb over.

I guess this means that at some point in his past Fujimara was either a rockerboy or a music teacher, and doesn't want to crush his niece's dreams. It explains why he critiqued Motoko's first time piano skills. You can take the music teacher away from his class, but you can't take the music teacher away from being a mentor, or his ability to shout at you for being slightly off key.

It also explains some of his protectiveness. He probably see's a bit of Alice in Motoko.

I wonder if he's really trying to help her band get started, or just waiting for her to crash and burn to pick her back up. Considering she's playing only TC venues, she's likely only making peanuts right now. Since the TC's get free admission and all.

If she wants to continue, she'll have to play riskier gigs outside of Westbrook, and I don't think uncle is going to be very happy about that fact. The audience likely wouldn't be as kind either.

Good thing back up band mate Motoko is here to solve all of Fujimara's problems.

I couldn't help myself...

I had finally pulled the plug, or I guess plugged myself back in. I had gotten tech hair.

Honestly this was rated as one of my most traumatic surgeries under Vik's hands, and it had nothing to do with the occasional shake when his stims wore off. Before we had even started the surgery he'd taken an electric razor to my hair! I knew it was coming obviously, but there was something permanent about seeing the last locks of natural hair I'd ever have fall away.

Still flesh, fur, hair? Was for the weak. It was time to enter the future. With a dose of anesthetic, and some minor brain surgery. I was once again improved beyond the human standard. I didn't think to check for anything new with my system at first. Just nodding along as Vik walked me through the process of changing hair colors.

Which admittedly took far longer then it should have as I had fun switching from red to black constantly before changing back to my customary (and trademarked) purple.

Fun fact, my shade of hair was officially labeled as Indigo #11704 in the Biotechnica database.

It was around that moment as I finally stood up that I saw it.

Adaptation.

Biotechnica Omegaluxe aio hair package - (0/1)

Was it actually possible that my new neon hair could turn me into a cyberpsycho? What did that even do? I'll admit my scalp currently itched something fierce, and it felt kind of like I was wearing a wig...Still though.

Okay, you know what? I had a few extra points to burn, and this was more annoying then I thought it would be. I felt like maybe quite a lot of what I was currently feeling was likely just the shampoo that Vik had used, still burning away at my scalp. That said I had killed a lot of people for these adaptation points. I might as well put them to work. Mentally I clicked the button.

Biotechnica Omegaluxe aio hair package - (1/1)

…And just like that? There was light. I already had an intuitive understanding of how various bands of light could be used to spoof sensors from my armor project and engineering. Now? That knowledge synergized and went even further. I found myself flicking through different hair colors every millisecond. Vik suddenly rolling away from me mid question as he brought his hands up to shield his already covered eyes. I even heard a muffled "What the fuck?" coming from his direction.

'...Oh the possibilities with this.' I thought. Suddenly aware that tech hair of all things was the single greatest investment I had ever made into my body.

I had to test this out fully. Somebody, somewhere, was going to have a very bad day.

I'm going to cut it off there, but yes Motoko did become a literal memetic hazard with the inclusion of tech hair. capable of causing seizures and spoofing drones, along with smart weapons, and cameras depending on the manufacturer.

So you know, just let that run through your imagination...