One Touch Too Soon [Cyberpunk; Detective/Mystery; MxF]

[WhichBard]

Anyone up for a cyberpunk detective noir? 

We can swap out the hacker being YC instead of MC. I'd prefer for the pairing to be MxF, and I have expectations of 70/30 Story/Smut ratio. I have an image of buddy-cop detective shows like The Mentalist, Castle, Psych, Monk, etc. but in a darker world with more adult twists and turns.

Check out the writing prompt below, my roleplay preferences, and if you're interested send me a PM.

They called him Whisper, but the truth was he wasn't very widely-known. He had a small following across the 'Net, reading his exploits on his blog and calling him a liar. Not enough people to make his moniker a household  name, but enough haters, geeks, and genuine fans that it wouldn't be too hard to find his name if one searched. He wanted to tell people the story - the real story - about this fucked-up world. Megacorporations, genetically tailored celebs, virtual reality, and designer drugs on one end. Debt, poverty, and cruelly short lives on the other. The world's economy cartwheeled on, crushing the lower classes underneath to grease the cog as it churned. He sat outside a chain cafe, old-school laptop out on his table, looking like a Private Eye from last century's noir films. A hat that'd help shield his face, a navy blue trenchcoat, but with anti-slip sneakers on his feet colored in green that clashed entirely with the rest of the outfit if someone noticed. He probably looked like an idiot as he sat there, rap-tap-tapping away on the laptop's keyboard. He didn't care, though. The sneakers were a sign, like in a spy movie. A signal to his new partner in crime - or, well. Not in crime. The opposite actually. It was a signal to the only clean detective he had been able to find in the entire megacity that he was available for approach.

Justice came so rarely nowadays. The public at large acted like it did way back when Rome had Caesars: if they were upset you threw them more bread and games, and all the while megacorps the world over sold their wares and fashioned laws. What few cops weren't dirty and accepting bribes from shantytown gangsters were instead taking bribes for the megacorps. In the middle of all of it, the real crimes got ignored. Serial killers were only pursued when it was convenient, fraud was swept under the rug, and the gangsters only offered up enough people to prison to keep up the charade that the law had control. Not to mention all the shit that middle-management Corpos and up got into outside the public eye. Whisper had tried punishing it by doing what little he could, and telling the world about it through his anonymous blog. The truth was, he needed help.

There was a killer on the loose; someone associated with megacorps was running around buying people up like merchandise, using them up, and throwing them out like trash when they were done. A real serial killer with corporate backing, and Whisper could prove it. The doc who had done the autopsies had been getting a lot of funding from an anonymous Eastern Dynamics account the day before each body was reported. Even more, that same account making donations to charities that didn't really have much history and purchased stock in shipping and transport. Each fact on its own would be coincidence, but together it was a picture.

Tackling a corpo with enough pull to spend millions was more than Whisper was capable of in an meaningful timeframe. Every month, there was a new victim.

So he looked for help. Someone who was just as interested in justice as he was. Someone who might be willing to work with him if it meant getting things done.