I have a hard time accepting the fact that most of us playing Cyberpunk 2077 are simply falling in love with a bunch of data from a chip.
Taken directly from Johnny Silverhand’s Cyberpunk Wiki page (spoiler ahead): “Depending on the dialogue choices the player makes in Cyberpunk 2077, they can either make Johnny's engram admit he's nothing but data or give him a sense of humanity. If Johnny is treated like nothing but data, he will admit his nature is to inspire rebellion within V and to honor the real Johnny Silverhand's final wish while he returns with the image of Alt Cunningham through the Blackwall.”
He can admit he is nothing but codes, but the player is the one who gave him so much humanity.
It fucks with my mind so much. I can not stop thinking about how much it gives off a feeling about V, us, feeling lonely in this hardship, so they decide to make it seems not as lonely. This game can be taken apart of so many levels, there is so much complexity when you think about it... Psychology, philosophy, sociology, literature... This game could have been such a masterpiece, (it is one in my mind despite the critics) but it took such a beating because the game was rushed, people were getting too impatient of waiting...