In Night City, everything can be solved in one way: use the gun in your hand to solve any problem, or anyone who raises a problem.
(Cyberpunk 2077 fanfiction, when Arthur arrives in the cyberpunk world) From the steam train with black smoke in the wasteland, to the floating car that travels freely in the neon lights, from the lawless western bandit on horseback, to the traveler walking on the edge of the world on a motorcycle, alone, two legends. Arthur completed his destined redemption. When he faced the world surrounded by "civilization", in 2077, the world was divided into civilization and crime. The civilized era was as barbaric as before. The cowboy of the past came to today two hundred years later. Can he leave a glass of wine called "cowboy" in this world?