Judy: Broken Illusions by Jade Gretz

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Judy: Broken Illusions ANIMATION

Unblinking Static

Judy Alvarez stood on a balcony of stacked steel and cracked glass, the kind of place where the wind carried the city’s whispers up from the gutters and into the bones. Neon bruised the fog violet and sickly teal. Somewhere below, a siren sang itself hoarse and died.

Judy’s hair caught the light like a blade dipped in oil. She was beautiful in the way lightning is beautiful—dangerous, momentary, a promise and a threat. She pressed two fingers to the side of her neck, coaxing a ribbon of code across her vision. The braindance rig hummed softly, affectionate as a cat. Tonight, the city wanted something from her. Tonight, something wanted her back.

“Status?” came a voice through the static. Evelyn’s voice, filtered and distant, a memory that refused to stay buried.

“Green,” Judy said. “As green as Night City ever gets.”

“Don’t flirt with it,” Evelyn said. “It flirts back.”

Judy smiled despite herself. The smile faded when her overlay populated: a constellation of red points moving through the abandoned megastructure across the street. The building had been a data monastery once, a shrine for servers and human devotion alike. Now it was a hollowed lung, breathing secrets.

“Drones,” Judy murmured. “A squad. Corporate grade.”

“Arasaka?” Evelyn asked.

“Does it matter?” Judy asked back. “They all bleed electrons.”

She vaulted the gap between buildings with a dancer’s precision, boots kissing concrete without a sound. The monastery’s outer wall was stitched with old prayer tags and newer bullet holes. Judy slipped through a rent in the steel, the air inside cool and smelling of old dust and ozone.

The drones were beautiful in a sterile way—sleek, black, faceted like beetles bred by mathematicians. They hovered in a loose formation, lenses swiveling, whispering to each other in encrypted murmurs. Judy felt them before she saw them fully, a pressure behind the eyes, a hunger in the air.

“Easy,” she whispered, not sure whether she meant herself or them.

She jacked in.

The world tilted. Sound flattened into symbols. Color bled into numbers. The drones’ minds—if you could call them that—unfurled like steel flowers. Judy slid between their petals, a ghost in borrowed skin. She tasted their directives: eliminate intruder, preserve asset, deny access. Simple. Brutal. Childish.

“Who taught you to hunt?” Judy asked softly.

A drone twitched, its lens focusing on her physical body. Another answered her question with a pulse of violence. The air cracked. Concrete erupted where her head had been a heartbeat before.

Judy rolled, came up behind a column etched with half-erased prayers. She laughed once, sharp and breathless. Fear braided with exhilaration in her chest, a familiar seduction. She lived here, in the space between breath and impact.

“Playtime,” she said.

She threw a shard of code like a kiss. One drone stuttered, its formation lagging. Judy pushed harder, weaving a story into its circuits: a memory of flight over an endless ocean, the sun warm on metal wings. The drone hesitated, confused by the sweetness of it.

“Don’t,” Evelyn’s voice warned. “They’ll adapt.”

“Let them,” Judy said. “I’m lonely.”

The drones adapted. Their murmurs sharpened. They began to sing to each other, a chorus of threat vectors and countermeasures. Judy felt the net tighten. Her rig hummed louder, almost anxious.

She ducked back into the physical, sprinting down a corridor lined with dead terminals. A drone clipped her shoulder with a beam that burned cold. Pain flared, white and intimate.

“Rude,” Judy hissed.

She slid into a server alcove and slapped a palm against a dusty interface. The monastery woke a little, old lights flickering. Somewhere, ancient fans spun, coughing dust. Judy coaxed the building’s bones to remember themselves. Doors slammed. Floors shifted. The drones reoriented, briefly disoriented.

“Judy,” Evelyn said, urgency cutting through the static. “They’re herding you.”

“Yeah,” Judy said. “I noticed.”

She ducked into a chamber where monks had once confessed their sins to machines. The walls were mirrors, polished steel reflecting her a hundred times over—blood on her lip, eyes bright, hair wild. She met her own gaze and held it.

“Who are you trying to impress?” she asked herself.

The drones flooded in, reflections multiplying their menac
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