The future was one of unlimited frontiers, limitless resources, and lifespans that seemed synonymous with immortality. With nothing left to fight over and nothing worth dying for, you might easily assume that man's violent nature had become a thing of the past. That humanity had evolved beyond their bloody history and baser means and that they had finally entered into the future with heads held high. That humanity had become the utopian society they always dreamed of becoming. But of course, that never happens, does it? Not when there is money to be made.

Max Graff was, in simply the strictest definition of the law, a criminal. In his eyes, he was the victim. Max's home, Los Veda, was a concrete jungle where the uber wealthy lived literally amongst the clouds while the rest of humanity was forced to eke out a desperate living in the shadows of those towering skyscrapers. Was he really to be blamed for seeing an advantage and seizing it? Sure, ANGels (Accutely Nuero-enhanced Genetics) were banned on Earth, but he hadn't been the one to bring it here, he'd simply found it and turned it on.

There were times, especially at night when he sat alone in his quiet little apartment, that he felt bad for all the lives they had taken. All the petty crooks and junkies who would never get a second chance. Never were given the opportunity to reform their ways and make amends. People that were more like him than the lawmen who paid their bounties. Still, a guy had to eat right? And it was better to be the bounty hunter than the one with the bounty on his head. Max looked at his reflection in the sliding glass door. His emerald eyes still seemed to sparkle and his chestnut brown hair hadn't thinned or turned grey. He was even starting to get muscles on his tall and normally lanky body now that he could afford to eat regularly. He flexed his arms a little, impressed that he no longer was just skin and bones.

The ANGels were an advanced weapon intelligence used to wage wars off planet. A deadly cocktail of organic and synthetic tissue, they were programmed to be brutal fighters, brilliant strategists, and deadly assassins. They were so good at their intended duties, that years after being created, they were banned from Earth. Max never knew how the woman he'd found in a pile of trash got there, but he knew what she was capable of. He always thought it weird that the ANGels were all designed to look like the ideal woman, but he figured the rich were all depraved to begin with so they probably just got off on attractive cybernetic women living and dying so that they could afford one more beach house.

Still, his new partner and live-in roommate was an engineered death machine which made her an exceptionally skilled bounty hunter. She probably would have killed Max too when he'd first brought her online, if he hadn't been trying to use her for... other means. Somehow, the bootleg sex-droid software he'd pirated had crossed the ANGel's memory banks and wiped any memory of her mission on Earth leaving her reflexive combat skills in tact, but no recollection of who or what she was. She'd explained to Max once that it was like a permanent sense of deja vu. She knew she was here for a reason, but no idea what that reason was. Maybe it was that lost sense of purpose that had made her so willing to be employed by street smart man in the first place. For his part, Max felt a little bad about it. But he also liked not being killed by the organic weapon for interfering with her mission.

He was deep in thought about the morality of the entire situation he found himself in yet again, when a hooded figure dropped onto the patio outside. They lived on the 31st floor with another 60 or so floors above them. Max was always impressed when she came home. Falling like an angel from the sky, back to his door... 

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Hello there, thanks for reading my SciFi prompt! This setting is inspired in equal parts from Bladerunner, Battle Angel Alita, and Peter Gabriel lyrics. Imagine a technological future where attractive women fight wars out amongst the stars and some hapless two-bit code monkey accidentally adopts one. I'm imagining a very strong 80's future here so bring your cyberpunk and your SciFi anime tropes along for the ride! (If you are just curious and creative but are unfamiliar with the genre, feel free to reply as well). I left the ANGel's description and name vague so in your first response, please go over what you imagine her to look like.

My main kinks for this RP is adventure, detailed responses, and character development. But since there should also be a healthy but of smut too, I could see mind-control elements, plenty of oral both ways, and some rough fucking too. Limits are far easier to list. No underage, no bathroom, no hard violence during sex. Other than that, let's see what we can get up to in the scifi future.

Hope to hear from you soon!