Another project of the Cyberpunk version of Cookie. I decided to experiment with hatching style shading this time. I have to say personally I'm a huge fan of it and I really hope that you, the viewer like it as well. It's quite fun and relaxing to do, and I love how moody it makes everything look. At first this became just another project, however after some time this sort of became a vent piece. I know for a fact that everyone gets feelings of intense fatigue, and a sensation that they're just going through the motions. I know that I certainly have my moments of weakness with this feeling, but it's a feeling that we can all break past. Please enjoy!
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After being instructed to relax by her friend Fiona, Cookie wasn't really quite sure what to do with herself. After walking around the loud and dangerous streets of the combat zone neighborhood she lived in for a while, she grabbed some takeout for dinner and returned to her apartment unit constructed from an old storage unit. There were no windows, no natural lighting, just the buzz of a flickering bulb to go with the sound of gunfire outside, and the TV playing some mind numbing slop to at least attempt to get her mind off the world for even a brief moment.

The rice was mush, and the "Orjanik" synthetic meat was chewy and barely seasoned. The reality dating show she was watching was interrupted by an ad break screaming to her about a new car fitted with self deploying spike strips and an AI that you could detach from the car to plug into a robot and be your "special friend." Followed by performance enhancing energy drinks, and a man losing his job and family until everything was magically fixed by purchasing a subscription service to a self help holo.

She scowled and looked around her apartment, forced to listen to the advertisements at a higher volume because she didn't pay for the feature on her TV to mute during ad breaks. All she could find were reminders of her past. Things that once made her happy, but not reminded her that so much had been lost. The one thing in particular being an old photo of her lost partner, Trevor. The runner frowned and stared at it, almost ashamed to be in this state in front of it. Before she could stare and reflect at it for too long though, the show was back on and Cookie returned to eating her slop and immersing herself in the world of another brainless model choosing between the Death Racer or some corpos son.