I had an omake for this fic sitting somewhere since like. 2022 or something, was one with Ciri in it, but I couldn't find it after getting a proper computer. But coming up with this one felt nice.

Happy Profitable Accidents or (I just wanted to show them more music, not this?!)

Motoko took stock of the situation. It would be a while before things started really kicking off. But stuff that would've kicked off Edgerunners had been off the rails. She wasn't sure if things would even begin to look like they would go the exact way they did, if ever.

She would've settled for a gig, maybe even two- or even tinkering in her personal workshop, but none of those things were an option. After an -in hindsight- rather legendary shopping trip she had to lay low, and that meant no going around Soloing shit.

Motoko sighed, all but plopping down on the couch. All the shows were utter trash. The music too- uh- manufactured? Was that the right term? Whatever, far as Motoko understood anything worthwhile she knew was there pre-divergence was long lost.

Maybe video games? She thought. Fuckin Nah. Those had become microtransaction-ridden hellholes, heck some even had YOU pay for every second playing, and that was ON TOP of the in-game marketplaces.

Maybe some coding? Eh she wasn't in the mood for it either.

Her mind drifted, sifting up memories. Music was good. Then an idea, one almost cast aside.

The last notes done, she set aside the files. Aerith's Theme and Dearly Beloved were the tip of the Iceberg. Then she pondered. The present was very much one where you had to start shit. Living in the moment just didn't cut it for this kind of music.

No time for heavy contemplating when someone was gonna raise hell.

That and things just didn't quite feel the same without the context. The music from DOOM worked just fine, bathing in blood and guts was EVERYTHING that soundtrack was about.

But something softer? No, what would the point of it even be? One sounded like lost remembrance made audible. The other was a character theme. Not exactly something to show when no one would get it.

What was it Hiromi said? Motoko thought, right, if you don't see a market then make one. she concluded, or was it 'make a door when you don't see one.' Nah that one was just her, she decided.

She searched, and searched, something more tangible. Moments rather than characters? Something to layer onto moments of your life? Nope, still not an option. Somber piano music wouldn't always go with reflecting while some psycho was running around talking about meat bicycles.

Then, an idea. And a new hobby.

It was hours later, with music ready, a hastily written script and several of her mini-koma cameras on hand that she rushed out of her apartment.

Now… if only she could convince them to join in.

"LUCY. DAVID. WANNA STAR IN A MINISERIES?" she inquired while rappelling down from the ceiling asked.

…

They didn't have time to think much of it either.

Motoko didn't have the time to recreate tales of slaying darkness, or to go remake some epic tale of saving the planet from a giant rock while peddling eco-friendly metaphors.

But she did have time for personal tales. People were people, joys were joys, and tragedies were tragedies. To The Moon might not have been the most epic when she thought about it. But it hit hard.

It also had nice music. Simple pieces, and ones she new evoked uh something. Heavy emotions definitely. She even went for a softer voice when doing Everything's Alright. Maybe- just maybe if the music caught on well, she'd be able to bring out the rest of the pieces without having to slave over providing context for it!

Sure bits had to be rewritten to fit in with the world. A bit of makeup for Lucy to ward off her worries about being recognized and some clever compositing on David to fit the plot twist- some other stuff here and there and things were good to go!. The others they managed to rope in shrugged and decided 'why the hell not?' even Gloria. After she figured that David would need something other than work to do when not in school.

It was weeks of work, and other assorted stuff. Applying what she knew into making any kind of Special Effects was a bit slow at first, but eventually it became as easy as breathing. There wasn't anything too crazy to add in anyway.

Thirteen Episodes. A few nights spent on the proverbial cutting room floor left at least that much.

Hiromi barged in after she hadn't sent out any messages for a while. Motoko realized that she forgot to inform her friend. A few explanations later and it was a sleepover.

Only there was no sleeping, there was lots of comfort food, and a not so insignificant silence after all the binging.

"Wait. this was the project everyone else said you were doing?"

"Uh yeah?"

"I thought you were out uh-"

"Nah, had to lay low for a bit, need to do this so that the music type catches on. Think this'll work?" Motoko said, gesturing to the end credits of the last episode. She spent hours tinkering with how to make the last audible parts of the episode seamlessly blend into the end credit music. It wasn't quite the game, or an adaptation. But it was what she had. Amateur work.

Hiromi took one look at the screen, then back to her, then back to the screen. Then stayed quiet for a bit before going. "Yeah, it'll work." Before volunteering to handle the distribution and soundtrack sales or something.

…

WEEKS LATER

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY'RE ASKING FOR ANOTHER MINISERIES?"

TL ; DR Motoko wants to release some game piano music, goes pondering about needed context, decides to release other game music to test the waters, realizes that she also likes the context and thinks that others wouldn't get it. Proceeds to make an entire miniseries adapting the story of the game to the CyberpunkVerse to provide context for the music she wants to release. It works too well.