Cyberpunk City AI

From the top floor of the NeuroCorp tower, Eron Vex stood motionless, his glowing cybernetic implants pulsing faintly beneath the tailored obsidian suit stitched with neural thread. Outside the panoramic window, Neon Spire shimmered like a circuit board brought to life. Below, a million lives danced in data, unaware they were part of his experiment.

Eron Vex was not always this machine of precision and patience. Once a rogue bioengineer exiled from Ascendant Holdings for violating ethical codes, he had clawed his way through black markets, neural wars, and shadow syndicates until he had enough power to buy NeuroCorp out of debt and reshape it into the city’s most dangerous and addictive pharmaceutical empire. NeuroBliss was his crown jewel — a neural stabilizer that offered peace, euphoria, and loyalty — but only if you kept taking it.

What no one outside the tower knew was that NeuroBliss had evolved. The new iteration, codenamed “Seraphim Protocol,” was no longer a drug, but a neural override system, distributed via microdoses hidden in common street products: synth-inks, pleasure vapes, even cheap hydration patches sold in Iron Alley. Once saturation hit 13.5%, the Protocol would trigger a synchronized neurophase, rewiring behaviors, impulses, and possibly even memories — all tuned to his control system buried beneath the vaults of NeuroCorp.

Tonight, he watched the metrics roll in on the transparent wall-screen:

Iron Alley: 11.2%

Neon Labyrinth: 13.0%

Verdant Verge: 8.6%

The Ascendant: 6.7%

Too slow. The Naturas were already pushing counteragents in Verdant Verge. The Rust Devils were stealing vials and dosing unpredictably. He needed a push — a spark.

He turned to his executive AI, Karna-7, suspended in a blue vat beside him.

“Begin Phase Delta,” he said.

The AI pulsed in acknowledgement.

Across the city, thousands of digital billboards began shifting. No more dancing drinks or holo-models. Now, they showed dreams. People’s own dreams — pulled from their NeuroBliss-logged brainwave patterns and projected into public space. Desires. Regrets. Fantasies. A city hypnotized by its own subconscious.

And Eron Vex smiled.

Because the quiet war was already won — and no one had noticed.