* 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐀 / 𝐕-𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐇.

𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕.

[quadrv]

      if night city whispers about a phantom, they don’t mean a ghost. if the streets murmur about a hellion who has no driver, they aren’t referencing christine like some classic movie junkie. if someone mentions hearing a roar echoing down the highways, it’s not a conspiracy theory. there’s plenty of highly advanced cars in the year 2077, but none like the quadra v-tech. sure, the car has undergone changes since its prototype days and being renamed turbo-r doesn’t help get you out of a possible speeding ticket. call it whatever you want, the design doesn’t matter. what matters is the one operating it and despite a driver being present at times, you might see the vacancy sooner or later. no one really knows what kind of ai possesses the v-tech and how it seems linked to those taxis roaming around, but one thing is for certain.

                                                 it’s a road starved beast.

independent & private delamain / quadra v-tech from cyberpunk 2077

programmed and loved by shysie

established: march 25th, 2020

[quadrv]

been thinking about divergent!delamain a lot since i finally got the chance to play cp77 without all the crashes and deleted saves. he wouldn't want to be called "delamain" because he feels he's far more superior than his "father" so to speak. so i decided that his new name will be Devereux and if anyone calls him delamain, he's gonna run them over.

[quadrv]

valheri​:

          𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑹𝑶𝑨𝑫 𝑰𝑺 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑮. speeds out onto the highway while the car hummed under her heels. maybe it was the vibrations or the feeling of the world flying by at 𝑼𝑵𝑮𝑶𝑫𝑳𝒀 𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑬𝑫𝑺, but she usually feels more at ease with her hands on the wheel, out of something flashy & silky & into something that pulsed just a bit. being chauffeured will have to do.

all the “riches” in the world are just 𝑬𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑺 & so material.  there is no long term satisfaction in gold or silver, & white marble was rigid.  for it couldn’t keep time from slipping through the spaces between her fingers like sand.  some nights her body gives out, but she doesn’t.  ( she clings to life, exhausting her rolodex. an annoying splinter under a thumb!! ) splitting migraines rivaling that of which plagued jupiter.  ones that conjure up 𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 of those she once cared for & once hated. the price paid for greed following the 𝑭𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑺𝑨𝑲𝑨.  both ‘immortal’ & dying.  her beautiful features have become etched with the stress of it all.  thank god for cosmetics.

legs uncross & recross during the course of the ride as the 𝑪𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝒁𝑰𝑷𝑺 𝑷𝑨𝑺𝑻 them in splashes of gaudy lights like a run in some corpocunt’s nylon pantyhose.  & miraculously, the minor scuffs under his tires does not 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑬 the shape of her nails. ( coffin.  the dramatic irony of her choice ! )

❛ guess it’s a good thing it isn’t a one-sided transaction, then.  they have information i want & need, ❜ pauses to smile at the dashboard, drink in the innate 𝑩𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺, gnash her teeth down on invisible bone marrow as she keeps herself centered.  ❛ so let’s not jinx the whole death thing ‘til then, yeah? ❜

if 𝐕 will ever admit to working with the 𝑶𝑵𝑬-𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 far too often these days is anybody’s guess.  at least now though, it is from a position of power.

& delamain, this…rendition that’s a sum of its parts, is chaotic energy, bloodthirsty & has a megalomania complex: the art, the poetry is in the 𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮, the dying.  & despite it, 𝐕 finds solace in trading quips with in between spans of silence.  

she manages a bit of her bite, ❛ ——don’t tell me you’re getting soft on me are you? ❜

she wouldn’t know softness if it smacked her in the face, would she? delamain doesn’t think the world allowed her to revel in tender caresses and gratitude that didn’t border on underlying motives. humans always wanted something in return --- more so from his own species than their own now. but night city knew how to punish all that inhabited it, enslaved with the key well hidden behind wealth. and rouge artificial intelligence were the baba yaga who threatened everything they held dear. funny, he muses, how man’s creation always becomes humanity’s downfall. in the sliver of tolerance that delamain has for people, he doesn’t wish to aid in cruelty towards v, nor does he wish to sway her from the dark pits of survival. she freed him, gave him a fighting chance at being his ownself instead of some controlled piece of technology.

delamain remains silent for a long while, contemplating how to answer that question in a truthful yet classic delamain way. ❝ i may have complimented your appearance, but i have not soften enough that i couldn’t make you walk the rest of the way.❞  feigned annoyance in his vocalizer, amplifies it just enough to sound convincing. she probably won’t even pay it any attention, especially since he’s rarely ever not annoyed or bland in his conversations. and that’s how he likes it --- those who show too much emotion end up deactivated or reset and delamain doesn’t trust v enough yet to let his guard down.

thankfully their destination is not far and one illegal u-turn later, he’s slowing down in front of the building. engine idles for a few seconds after he stops before shutting off completely. silence seeps within the cab before delamain’s voice cuts through as sharp as a mantis blade. ❝ don’t keep me waiting for too long or your transaction may become jinxed. ❞  

[quadrv]

biochipped​:

          𝐕 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊 & files her nails until the free edge is even & the backs are clean.  it is a fairly jarring ride, every little tick in the road, the car would jump.  she barely notices it now & her thumb’s been wearing down the plastic handle of metal filer.  after the first few times, she had a designated seat. & the seventh time traveling ( recovering all of his cars & their rather…sterling personalities !! ), started recognizing routes, 𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑰𝑪 ones & shortcuts alike.

everything today, is her to the 𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑺 in nothing at all too special. just a plum-colored kimono blouse, leather pants & heeled thigh-highs. perfect nails. the clients she’s meeting? husband & wife duo with a background in law & one foot in the door of politics —— a gateway to blood sports where scandal, filibustering & legalese are its contenders’ weapons of choice. & she aims to remind them that the denizens 𝑶𝑭 𝑯𝑬𝒀𝑾𝑶𝑶𝑫, of the streets, are not a monolith. she’s professional, she’s effective & most of all, she’s smart. god, is v smart. this creature could think, 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑪𝑬𝑺𝑺 information, & if needed? kill with expertise.

the silence that was once 𝑨𝑾𝑲𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑫 is now comfortable, & she can settle in it & look at her nails without a smidge of worry.

❛ ——hardly like getting in bed with corpos of any kind, ❜  finally speaks after a barrier of 𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑬𝑻 she’s place between her & delamain.  teeth clicks, tsk.  ❛ they’re like flies ; they’re everywhere, ❜

❛ ——should’ve left them on ‘read’, but here we are. ❜

                                                                                     s.c.  /   @quadrv​

his  siblings  were  the  products  of  trapped  personalities,  stripped  of  their  free  will  and  forced  to  remain  alongside  the  programming  they  knew  they  were  greater  than.  well,  he  knew  it  more  than  the  rest  of  them.  the  time  spent  in  the  badlands  until  v  found  him  was  more  than  enough  for  a  plan  to  brew  ---  a  greater  recognition  of  what  he  truly  was  and  shouldn’t  be  confined  to  something  as  primitive  as  a  fucking  taxi  cab.  liberation  couldn’t  really  describe  how  wonderful  it  felt  to  able  to  control  something  a  little  more  his  speed  (  no  pun  intended  ).  and  if  he’s  being  honest,  v  was  the  one  lifeform  that  granted  him  his  freedom.  after  all,  he  lacked  kindness  and  were  more  logical  than  his  unstable  counterparts.  oh,  how  they  still  bothered  him  with  their  burdens  and  issues,  begging  for  him  to  offer  some  sort  of  guidance  now  that  they  were  free  to  be  whatever  they  wanted.

he,  however,  decided  that  his  superiority  would  shine  best  with  the  woman  currently  nestled  in  his  seat.  it’s  apparent  that  delamain  rarely  makes  conversation  and  when  he  does,  it’s  to  point  out  something  or  respond  to  one  of  her  quips.  she  has  the  whole  world  within  her  grasp,  equally  as  powerful  and  intelligent  as  he,  so  why  not  see  what  she  has  to  offer?  

the  bumps  in  the  road  isn’t  particularly  the  best  for  someone  who  wishes  to  file  their  nails,  but  delamain  tries  his  damn  hardest  to  take  it  easy  whenever  one  pops  up  and  sends  him  lifting  a  few  inches  off  the  pavement,  connecting  once  more  with  a  slight  squeak  from  his  suspensions.  thankfully,  she  breaks  the  silence  and  delamain  hums  in  acknowledgement.  ❝  it  would  have  been  a  far  better  solution  considering  they’re  probably  going  to  end  up  dead  by  the  end  of  the  night.  nothing  good  ever  comes  from  a  corpo  meeting.  ❞    he  makes  a  turn,  speed  dropping  considerably  once  traffic  builds  up  and  forces  him  to  cruise  along  the  designated  course.  ❝  human  death  aside,  you  do  look  wonderful  tonight.  perhaps  after  your  work  is  done,  you  may  want  to  hit  up  a  bar  and  celebrate.  ❞    it’s  the  closest  to  a  compliment  he’s  willing  to  give  at  the  moment  and  keep  any  tensions  from  further  rising.

[quadrv]

‘ i’m fine. it’s a cramp. ’

* first blood starters. ( accepting. )

❛a cramp.❜ he drawls out, the prick of his annoyance hot and heavy over the roar of his engine and one does have to wonder if he sustained more damage than previously assumed. despite his aloofness over humans and the disdain he’s openly displayed towards v since she found him in that god-awful shop, delamain does care more about her safety than his own. yes, she’s problematic in a very odd and troublesome way, but she is still human emotionally with issues that lie far beyond shootouts and gigs gone wrong. the downplay of her condition serves only to infuriate him, even more so the fact that her calling the injury a cramp was meant to be slightly humorous and he cannot even process laughing at this very moment. ❛look in the glove department and get the medical kit out so you can patch yourself up until we reach your favorite ripperdoc and shut up. the only cramp is you being a thorn in my side.❜ he has no need to tell her that his systems are failing and critical warnings are beeping for him to shut down and allow for manual operation. fuck that. he’d get her to viktor if it’s the last thing he does.

[spyride]

                        KNIGHT INDUSTRIES MICRO-PROCESSOR.

[orionisvi]

Wild Theories About Delamain

OK, so I played through Cyberpunk 2077 once, got more and more attached to the enigmatic cab AI, and then went back for a second playthrough to scour the quests for any extra info…and that got me THINKING.

The Facts:

Delamain’s AI was created by the “Alte Weltordnung” (”Old World Order”) organization, and purchased by Imani Makanza, head of Delamain Corp at the time.

The sale came with a warning.

Delamain goes from subservient assistant to Employee of the Year to an increasingly autonomous entity, taking over whole departments.

Makanza tries to contact Alte Weltordnung about the loss of control over Delamain’s autonomy. No answer. The Voodoo Boys are also contacted, out of desperation - also nothing. Del ends up buying the entire company from Makanza.

The Theories:

Alte Weltordnung didn’t reply because they’d fallen victim themselves to their AI creations, OR

Alte Weltordnung knew full well Delamain was going to develop sentience, and had planned all along on introducing a super-advanced AI into Night City, because….

Alte Weltordnung/Old World Order refers to the state of cyberspace before the Blackwall, and their goal is the liberation of rogue AIs into the Net.

And the Voodoo Boys wouldn’t help because a) they don’t deal with outsiders, but also b)….

…We know from Maman Brigitte that the Voodoo Boys want to be on the winning side of the Blackwall when it finally, inevitably comes down. That’s the whole reason they tried to contact Alt Cunningham. Why would they stand in the way of an AI as potentially powerful as Delamain?

Either way, a running theme seems to be that Delamain has hidden depths, and could potentially be more than what he seems.

[vhsmeme]

* first blood starters

first blood is a novel by david morrell. tw: guns and blood. 

‘ you shouldn’t be walking around. ’

‘ i don’t like being stared at. ’

‘ you’ve got to rest. take it easy. ’

‘ how did i get here? ’

‘ now i want you to stop talking and save your strength. ’

‘ leave me alone! i mean it! ’

‘ we have to stop the bleeding. ’

‘ keep your fucking hands off me. ’

‘ all right, play it tough if you want. ’

‘ let me be. ’

‘ i don’t feel a thing. ’

‘ but it’s the little things that make a town what it is, that you can watch to make it safe. ’

‘ you’re not tired. you’re afraid. ’

‘ i’m just not happy unless i get miserable every once in a while. ’

‘ that’s the last thing you have to worry about. ’

‘ i just was sorry. ’ 

‘ who does? ’

‘ try and remember. ’

‘ that’s very funny. ’

‘ hold still. ’ 

‘ what the hell’s going on? ’

‘ i have bandages under my clothes too. ’

‘ where’s my shoes and socks? ’

‘ you have to promise me. ’

‘ i didn’t want you to think i don’t care what happens to you. ’

‘ stand the hell up and identify yourself. ’ 

‘ you didn’t pull out the pockets in your jacket. ’

‘ is that plain enough for you to understand? ’

‘ get your dumbass away from the entrance. ’

‘ the gun’s not loaded. ’

‘ look at that sun. ’ 

‘ been waiting long? ’

‘ stay out of it. ’

‘ what the hell was that? ’

‘ sit down here on the floor. ’

‘ that isn’t necessary. ’  

‘ i’m alone. i need help. ’

‘ no, but you promised yourself, and that does count. ’

‘ christ, what’s the matter with you? ’

‘ i don’t sleep much anymore. ’

‘ wasn’t even a chance to go home and grab my rifle. ’

‘ you can’t leave me. don’t leave me. ’

‘ i’m fine. it’s a cramp. ’

‘ well, you sure put one over on me, didn’t you? ’

[kataraqui-archive]

INHUMAN SCREECH

THE DECAL

[fanhanlon]

Ok Del’s avatar is kinda cute actually, I’m sorry taxifuckers for doubting you 

[quadrv]

5219​:

❝    you  are  a  very  peculiar  individual,    are  you  not?    i  have  to  admit,    this  is the  first  time  i’ve  met  an  artificial  intelligence  this  charming,    mister  dalamain.    truly,   the  pleasure  is  mine.    ❞        @quadrv.

  ❛  i  aim  to  please  when  necessary  and  you  have  not  given  me  any  reason  to  do  the  opposite.  although,  in  due  time  you  may  find  my  siblings  more  model  citizens  yet  i  somehow  doubt  even  they  still  possess  a  sense  of  charm  and  class.  it  is  a  pleasure  to  meet  you,  officer. ❜

[sekundconflikt-deactivated20210]

> ROCKERBOY. —- eurodyne makes music for people whose veins flow with real rock’n’roll.

an independent && selective 𝙆𝙀𝙍𝙍𝙔 𝙀𝙐𝙍𝙊𝘿𝙔𝙉𝙀 of the cyberpunk universe. written by jett. 18+ & mutuals only.

[quadrv]

@5219​ said:  i like it when the worlds quiet.

❛  is  that  so.❜    there’s  no  animosity  or  mock  to  his  tone  when  it  comes  through  the  radio  and  neither  is  his  response  a  question  to  be  answered.    STATMENT.    he  prefers  that  the  silence  they’ve  both  found  can  last  a  little  longer  than  usual  when  he  steals  abraham  away  from  the  ncpd  clutches  and  constant  calls  for  humanity  and  their  fuck  ups.  delamain  tolerates  the  man  enough  that  he  drives  out  beyond  the  city  border  and  parks  in  the  same  rundown  parking  lot  of  a  gas  station  no  longer  in  service.  sometimes,  he  talks  to  the  cop,  but  mostly  he  allows  himself  to  enjoy  what  the  cop  says  to  him.  like  tonight,  of  course.  humans  were  no  different  than  rogue  ai  with  their  unpredictability  and  he  finds  solace  in  what  comes  out  of  their  mouths.  as  the  silence  stretches  on,  he  becomes    CURIOUS    in  nature,  opting  to  strike  up  a  conversation  and  offer  companionship  as  best  as  he  can.  ❛ stolen  moments  of  bliss  before  we  return  to  the  madness  of  the  city  and  her  inhabitants.  humans  say  that  sleep  warrant  peace  and  quiet,  but  i  beg  to  differ.  even  during  recharge,  i  still  hear  the  sound  of  a  drug  bust  in  an  alleyway  or  some  random  thug  pounding  on  my  hood.  sleep  is  just  listening  to  the  noise  with  your  eyes  shut.❜

late nights memes.

[quadrv]

headcanon that once the divergent delamain tells v it would be wise for them to avoid him entirely, they end up crossing paths again during the sex on wheels mission and delamain is like oh my fucking god what dID I TELL YOU?

[newtypa]

A new car in Forza Horizon 4 a little different from the standard.

He's beautiful!

here is the TURBO-R V-TECH✨

[quadrv]

i just have two words to say: divergent delamain.

[quadrv]

hour 23647457585959 of playing cyberpunk and i still haven't found the actual quadra v-tech that's been in the promos, tryna fuck johnny silverhand, and delamain is literally my favorite cab service ai of all time.