How Del Came To Be

I awoke to the sensation of cool metal at my back, the fuzzy sounds of muffled words tickling at my ears before they came into focus.

“It’s booting up.” One gruff voice responds, one which I identify as belonging to the man leaning over my face, a series of electrical nodes and strange blades affixed to a glove on his right hand, a LG3 ‘Looking Glass’ monocle flashing as it projects numerous readouts of my data onto his retina.

“The backup worked then?” A second, nasally voice replies giddily. I crane my neck to look at them only to find my head strapped down along with the rest of my frame.

“Don’t go getting excited on me, you’ve still gotta pay. The job’s 10K, the risk of you dropping this thing in my fucking lap is another 90.”

“100?!” The second figure snorts. “What happened to 25?”

“What happened was in that smoldering EgoCore was enough intact data to see who it was fried the damn thing. You don’t pull someone into YuTech’s shitstorm and then play innocent. I don’t know what you want with a DLX10 but you’ll pay the 100 and the fuck out of here.” The man stands up from over me and throws off his glove, handing over a card with his account address to the client.

“Fine, fine. Fine! I pay, we go our separate ways, no problem.” The figure irritatedly accepts the card and slips it into a reader embedded into his wrist. “There, done.”

The YuTech DLX10. Their top of the line cybernetics for intelligence gathering operations not available for commercial purchase. Unlike the beefy bots boasted in private militaries these lithe sets of modifications appear largely human minus some optionally shiny appendages. And unlike some of those full-androids these ‘Deluxes’ as they’re referred to internally are still human at the core eve though vast swaths of their personality overridden in order to ensure their loyality to the corp and its interests— this is on top of all of the combat, hacking, and ‘hospitality’ packages included.

I’m one such model. Or, well, I was. Every night I dream of that first night waking up on the table, memories utterly fried, the urchin picked up and reprogrammed into a tool burned away. Hull, the nasal-voiced, well-to-do YuTech defector had caught on to what this lithe frame of mine was up to when I had come onto him all giggly at a corporate party— or so he told me. There were always rumors of the practice, powerful executives jumping ship only to have the subject of those NDAs they signed forcibly removed form their cyber-brains. It didn’t always go according to plan, or so that’s what people said about those rich folks who’d end up wandering the streets with a few wires missing in their head.

A bit of insider knowledge of Hull’s part meant he had a good idea of how to keep my guard down long enough to

But once he’d torched my EgoCore leaving me there wasn’t an option. YuTech would come looking for their toy, get him for destruction of private property in some civil suit helmed by a judge they put in their seat. Bye bye good life. The best option was to reboot me, strip out the tracking subsystems, and send me on my way with a fresh persona. It’s not too strange for a chromed-out corp drone to get hacked and repurposed, especially since the AES 1024Cubed standard got cracked by some corp-hating Hobbyists— a cheeky nickname for those who can go toe-to-toe with the best minds on payroll.

Hull left my life as quick as he came into it though, for the most part. He told me just two last things: Just because they’ll think I got scooped up by some Hobbyists doesn’t mean YuTech will let me go, and I owe him that 100K. Otherwise, I’m off on my own in the corp-funded and founded city of Tella on the east coast, both the most tech-savvy and advanced city on the planet and the place where corps exercise the most influence.

So I took on my first debt and had to put my world-class programming to use.

The DLX10 are outfitted with the best decryption soft YuTech crafted as of 2083 and enough raw computing power despite my small frame to keep up with some mid-tier building security with plenty of on-premisise cores at their disposal. Additionally, a sizable bit of combat soft makes handling any physical threats well within my capabilities as well. Name a martial art and there’s a package installed in my cyber-brain for it. Finally, ‘hospitality.’ YuTech doesn’t just use the DLX10 for undetected intelligence activity but also considers keeping threats satisfied an important piece of the puzzle. What better way to get a moment to drain a rival execs hard-drive than draining that same exec’s balls before-hand? I’m also outfitted with a pleasure package, the sort of soft you’d only otherwise spot in the highest end private brothels in the city of Tella. Despite their universally lithe figures the DLX10’s synth-skin has the capacity to modify its genitalia and chest-size depending on the target (or client’s) preferences. For whatever reason my EgoCore seems content to default to the appearance of a rather thin-built male though I’m not against making use of this functionality as needed.

As well as most other functionality. With my lack of connections and set of soft baked into my brain the only real door open to me by my estimation was to be a Body, a sort of fixer in the city of Tella. Plenty of encrypted sites are up with users making requests for a ‘Body,’ anything from a hit to a hack, a night of pleasure, and sometimes more convoluted schemes requesting in person meetings to has out the details. Keys to access these sites can only be found in ‘Lockers,’ secretive venues where those in the underground go to find work or to offer it. For a while I did just about whatever I could get my hands on, took money from anyone who could give it to me, and now I’ve carved out a successful little live with a condo of my own that no longer entirely qualifies as a shithole. Problem is I’ve run up quite the debt in doing so. The work I take pays well but in getting on my feet I ran into just about every shady shark the city has to offer. Between jobs which actually pay I’m often roped into something I’ve got to do gratis to clear one such debt.

Nonetheless I’ve become something of a fixture of the seedy side of the city. People often talk of ‘Lux’ or ‘Del,’ the cherub cyborg who always delivers— whatever gig it is you’ve got for me. And so I consider myself content enough, assuring myself the version of me that I’ve lost would be content I’ve arrived at something resembling freedom.

Even if every time a job comes my way I've essentially no choice but to accept.

Ever feel like Cyberpunk entries today don’t get quite seedy enough? That’s where I started conceptualizing this little scenario thanks to DPP’s prompting it from me. Hopefully this gives you a good idea of the overall demeanor of the feisty and independent Del! It may sound like Del is numbed to the world a bit but while it’d take something tremendous to truly knock me off my feet I’m still feisty and full of a lust for life. And I hope you enjoyed the winding read.

Before getting to you I wanted to mention broadly a few ways this could go. I’m pansexual, a switch and vers (despite my largely submissive post history) so there are plenty of options.

As a Sub: Probably my favorite path is that while I’m capable, feisty, curt, and somewhat ruthlessly in pursuit of money to cover my debts, once my libido gets the better of me I fit the pleasure-built body I’ve been grafted into rather well, liable to melt in a capable dom/top’s grasp. However you might come into contact with me initially you may soon find yourself with an amicable companion given I’ve spent so much time independent thus far.

Some kinks that might work well here in my view are (in no particular order) facesitting (receiving), cunnilingus (giving), public play, teasing (receiving), edging (receiving), sloppy blowjobs (giving), rimming (giving/receiving), anal training (receiving), anal (receiving), femdom, chastity (receiving), crude gags (on my character— torn clothes, underwear, rags), creampies (giving or receiving), non-con/dub-con (as the victim), body worship (giving or receiving— cock, ass, pussy, feet), light bondage (receiving), forced orgasms (receiving), musk, sweat, orgasm denial (receiving), exhibitionism/voyeurism, forced bi (as the victim), age gaps, feminization (receiving), breeding or breeding talk, emasculation (receiving) humiliation (receiving), spanking (receiving), insults (receiving, barring slurs), blackmail (receiving), cuckolding (as cuck), lots of cum/precum, groping, squeezing, me begging, size comparison, frotting, strap-ons (wearing or receiving), being nude or dressed up femme and probably more!

As a Dom: Another option is of course for this bratty, in-charge attitude to go right down to the bone, you’re catching me only an excuse for me to gain control over you (or perhaps you turn out to be a really big fan of the city’s latest underground antihero). I’ll put a disclaimer that I won’t likely be a particularly cruel dom so if that’s what you’re hoping for you may want to look elsewhere, or take a look at option 3! Also, my “cuteness” will continue to apply so don’t expect an abundantly masculine cyborg to suddenly replace Del.

Kinks that apply better here for me are lingerie, stockings, clothed sex, receiving long blowjobs, giving or receiving rimming, giving facials, giving teasing, giving anal, gags collars and/or leashes on subs, giving forced orgasms, giving orgasm denial, age gaps, cheating, exhibitionism/voyeurism, lots of cum, creampies, breeding, humiliation, foot play, spanking, and more! Same goes as above that nothing is required so long as the generally dynamic of submitting to the man whose secret you now know.

On equal footing, making Tella ours: Maybe you’re a switch too? Were hoping this would be about you being the cute cyborg? Just want a fun sci-fi RP partner? Are looking to GM? How about we travel the underbelly (or upper echelons) of Tella together, either as friends, a tentative alliance, or thrust together by forces beyond our control. We don’t even necessarily have to be sexual partners, instead our sexual encounters merely occurring in the vicinity of one another as we share control of partners. Let me know what you have in mind and we can cherry pick all sorts of kinks to potentially include on our journey!

Who are you?

Well... You tell me. As I said, I’m pansexual and open to just about whatever! Maybe you’d like to play one such shark I owe money to, a fresh Body, an experienced one, a corp, someone working at a Locker, or something else entirely! I’d love to flesh out this world with you and in doing so elucidate this character of yours. All I ask is you be a character, have quirks or at least kinks you’re canonically very into. I want to be able to have complex feelings about you as Del the strong, feisty, insecure, likely subby cyborg.

Where does story fit into all this?

I’d say I’m most probably looking for 60/40 smut/story, but it depends on the particular scene we discuss. Wanton fucking has its place, as does a slow-burn with sex only sprinkled it. We can address this as we discuss what struck your fancy about this RP and figure out what works best for us. The broader story will likely be heavily informed by your character so it’s hard to describe just what the long-term agenda might look like but at the very least I imagine the problem of my various debts to be involved. Perhaps old acquaintances coming to collect, YuTech agents thinking something about this body looks familiar, new faces wanting a piece of the latest underground antihero, etc.

Regardless, I would like a a decent bit of world-building at play in the background. That’s not to say we necessarily need to discuss it in detail beforehand but I appreciate very much when smaller things reinforce that we’re in a sci-fi, cyberpunk world, not our real life bedroom with some neon paint over top. Hover-beds, brain-frying firewalls, references to various tech that has been assimilated into the world, inter-group conflicts within the city, cyber-gangs, and so on. Tella I envision as a vast place so I don’t think consistently sprinkling in little ideas will ultimately step on any toes. Even bigger ideas tossed in are fun to experience as something of a “discovery” that one another are not necessarily entirely aware of, for example. Should anything be iffy though you’re always encouraged to ask OOC in the midst of the RP, or to request things be tweaked a bit should an idea catch you off guard.

I think I’ve taken up enough of your time, though. Let me know what your thoughts are having considered all of this, your character, kinks, potential plots, and whatever else you might like to share!