May 9th, 2087

Prisons have evolved into a means of free state labor camps. Depending on your crime, you might be picking up trash or hacking a hostile state actor, or worse… fighting in a corporate war. Even though I am deemed a “murderer”, I am not required to face the horrors of combat like common murderers; I am a… state compelled netrunner. I spent so much time in school doing research on quantum cryptography that I never had any time to witness the misery from my ivory tower. I can’t say there was some watershed moment where I woke up and figured out how terrible everything is. I gradually became more aware as I saw the actions my superiors took towards innocent people. The work we were doing on quantum reverse hashes was being used on innocent people. Our invasions of their privacy were… egregious.

When I discovered that our benefactor was planning to use my quantum decryption technology to disallow regular Euromerican citizens any level of privacy, I shut my project down, backed up my data, and escaped into the streets of New Seattle. As you can imagine, my employers were fairly unhappy and sought both me and my project data. For 3 months, I was running from abandoned factory to safehouse to anarchy exclusion zone. I made money by repairing tech until I had enough money to get a quantum brainchip (QBC) installed, then things got a lot easier. Hacking is just so much more lucrative, you know?

Anyway, I made enough money to live well outside the illustrious prison of the corporate world. Months passed and I didn’t hear anything from my former employer, so I assumed the search for me was over and it was. I made one fucking mistake by not wearing my face scrambler, and I got caught on a camera (fuck you to the person who invented facial recognition) which alerted the cops. This started the man-hunt for me all over again. That’s how I got caught… but not how I ended up here.

It only took 12 hours for the cops to show up at my apartment, and only 5 minutes for me to fry each of their brain chips. Considering my options were: go to jail or die, I uploaded the Mind\_Melter exploit into the cops brainchips and well… that’s why I’m in jail. I’m not going to tell you I’m a good or even innocent person, but I will tell you that I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in jail.

I would like help fleshing this concept/universe out. So, if that interests you, please feel free to message or chat me with ideas (or even feedback).I have a couple of roles I think would work as a romantic and sexual partner:

Are you an anarchist who I met while I was on the run? Maybe you are here to bust me out? Do you miss our rough sex and wild nights going to shows?

Are you a sexbot given to me as a gift who I reprogram to become sentient (even though that is illegal)? Maybe you have polymorphic synthetic skin that allows you to transform your body my or your desires?

Are you a former partner who dated me in college? Maybe we had a love interest but never followed up with each other. Maybe you have a kink that no one else wants to fulfill but you and I share an appreciation of that kink.

Maybe you are a former colleague from work who didn’t like me who is trying to convince me to give the project plans back. This could wind up being an enemies to lovers arc.

These are just prompt ideas, please feel free to come up with your own! :)