Digital Eyes

Small Electronics Store/Digital Eye, Owner/No Bias

Located in a lonely shack at the end of an airport runway, access to Digital Eyes is restricted to persons sent by a select group of the owner's contacts.  Inside, the store looks like an unkept basement, its floors, tables and racks covered with camera oriented gear, either whole or disassembled.  Some of the gear is recognizable, while others appear to be either antiques or prototypes. A multitude of monitors (showing surveillance images of god knows where) cover the walls and an insane mix of audio interceptions fill the aural environment.  Prices at Digital Eyes are high, primarily because the buyer is usually out to acquire something customized.  This is not the kind of place you'd stop at if you simply needed a SuperDAT cartridge.

Digital Eye

Archetype: Dwarf Surveillance Expert

An information expert for a number of mercenary groups before a mishap in '52, Digital Eye is a cyberzombie who has, by necessity, had virtually every part of his body replaced with cyberware.  Digital Eye also has a mess of extra sensory gear protruding from his body, and it appears that he no longer possesses a face.  He obtains nourishment – and perhaps even maintains survival -  via a gothic looking machine in the ceiling that runs several dozen tubes into the top of his head.  The machine perpetually pumps fluids of nauseating color into and out of his body.

Since Digital Eye usually knows what the client is looking for before they arrive (and the client knows how much it is going to cost) it is generally unnecessary for Digital Eye to communicate with anybody.  Should he have to speak, all other sound sources in his shop will cut out and Digital Eyes depressing voice – a flanging, metallic, painful moan – will emanate from nowhere in particular.  As soon as he's done speaking, the normal audio noise kicks back in.

Alle Nite Pankak Shacke

Medium Waffle House/Elenore Ridley, Owner/No Bias

Decorated like a barn, the Alle Nite Pankak Shacke is fully automated.  All food is ordered via a terminal at the table and the meals appear through small hatches located at each place setting.  Usually found in lower class neighborhoods (the restaurant is strictly a city phenomenon), the equipment occasionally malfunctions, shooting pancakes from the table like some kind of experimental weapon.

Chomp Downes

Medium Bar & Restaurant & Dog Track/Joe Bob Thwark, Owner/No Bias

Less rough and tumble than its appearance suggests, the Chomp Downes menu is heavy on the meat and a request for a "well done" steak is universally ignored.  The track is smaller than one might think, and the advent of mechanical canines has allowed for a track that consists of a series of tightly wrapped, snaking curves as opposed to the traditional round style.  The entire bar/restaurant/track complex is rather compact and is entirely indoors.

Joe Bob Thwark

Archetype: Troll Bartender

Possessing very little couth and a mentality that is constantly focused on his financial bottom line, Joe Bob Thwark (always call him by his full name) isn't exactly the kind of therapeutic bartender one might be used to.  Surprisingly, though, his short, irritated answers to personal questions often make more sense than concerned, thoughtful ones.  Since Chomp Downes was formerly owned by a dwarf, Joe Bob Thwark also spends a lot of time hitting his head on the ceiling of his serving area.

Billy Nelson

Archetype: Human Country Singer

The great-great-grandson of the legendary Willie Nelson, Billy is still working to pay off the tax debt owed by his relative (a sub-clause was added to the tax code dealing specifically with Willie's case).   Friendly, outgoing and only slightly ignorant, Billy has contacts who regularly run the esoteric "Smokey Corridor", a collection of NAN side roads used to smuggle marijuana to and from "mainland" UCAS (although Billy, personally, doesn't smoke).  While Billy plays a variety of bars, he spends a vast majority of his time twanging away at Chomp Downes.

Pink Wallop

Archetype: Mechanical Race Dog

Sporting odds that rarely sway from 9 to 1, Pink Wallop isn't the best mechanical racing dog, but is certainly the most entertaining, occasionally malfunctioning and partially exploding before reaching the finish line.