In the old days, they would have called you a yuppie -
a hard driven, fast-track MBA on his way up the Corporate
ladder. Sure, it's selling your soul to the Company, but
face it; the Corporations rule the cyberpunk world. They
control governments, markets, nations, armies - you name
it. And you know that whoever controls the Corporations
controls everything else.
Right bow, your life as a junior executive is anything
but easy. There are guys underneath you who'd kill for a
shot at your job. There are guys over you who'd kill to
keep out of their jobs. And they're not kidding about the
killing - every up and comer in the Corporation has his
own crew of Solos and Netrunners to cover his pet
projects. Sabotage? Constantly. Bribery? Routine.
Blackmail? Common. Promotion by assassination? Always a
possibility. The stakes are that high - one slip and you
could be out on the Street with the rest of the trash. Or
dead.
And the projects your supervisors give you! Some are
pretty straightforward; design a new productivity
schedule for the Corporation's medical subsidiary. Some
are pretty raw - send a "black operations" team
into the City to spread a designer plague so the
Marketing team can clean up selling the vaccine. Last
week, you led a mixed team of Solos, 'Runners and Techies
on a headhunting run to kidnap a researcher from a rival
company. The week before, your project was to steal plans
for a new suborbital shuttle from the EuroSpace Agency
(so that the Aerospace Division could copy the design and
sell it to the Soviets).
You told yourself you joined the Corporation to make
it better place - work from the inside, you said. But now
you're not sure. Your ideals are a little tarnished and
things are getting pretty bleak. But you can't worry
about ethics now. You've got a report due in an hour, and
it looks like that guy in Sales is planning to ice your
database for good. You're gonna ice him first.
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