Synth Surgeon Career

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Cybermed Intern
You're the lowest rung in the synthetic ladder. Fetch coffee, observe surgeries, and try not to puke when someone forgets to sedate a client. The scalpel isn't in your hand - yet. For now, you're a glorified assistant running diagnostics, sterilizing tools, and watching others slice and splice. Every day you survive brings you closer to cracking open your first cortex.

Schedule: MTWTF--
Hourly: 9am-5pm

Objectives:

1. Reach Logic Level
2. Browse Simpedia

Simoleons Per Hour: 18

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Implant Janitor
You clean up after failed mods and scavenge useful tech from discarded parts. Learn fast or get reassigned… permanently. Welcome to the back end of biohacking, you're elbow-deep in trash tech and failed enhancements, harvesting scrap and salvaging synthware before it sparks or explodes.

Schedule: MTWTF--
Hourly: 10am-6pm
Objectives:

Reach Level 2 Robotics
Scavenage for Parts

Simoleons Per Hour: 28

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Neurotech Assistant
You're assisting in minor brainchip installations. One wrong move and it’s "goodbye" to their memory of grandma - or motor function. Every patient is a puzzle of wires and impulses, and one wrong calibration could leave them drooling in a gutter or reliving their worst day forever.

Schedule: MTWTF--
Hourly: 11am-7pm
Objectives:

Reach Logic Level 3
Reach Programming Level 2

Simoleons Per Hour: 45

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Mod Mechanic
You’re finally allowed to do hands-on upgrades: ocular enhancers, dermal plating, even illicit neural hacks… for the right price. You’re building the future from screws and synapses, turning requests into results and walking the line between miracle work and malpractice.

Schedule: MTWTF--
Hourly: 1pm-9pm
Objectives:

Reach Robotics Level 3
Tinker with Robot Workstation

Simoleons Per Hour: 60

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Street Surgeon
Operating in dark alleys and neon basements, you’re the underground's favorite doc. No questions asked, creds upfront. You work where the lights flicker and the law won't look, slicing chrome into bone for mercs, hackers, and ghosts with creds to burn.

Schedule: MTWTF--
Hourly: 5pm -1am
Objectives:

Reach Programming Level 4
Reach Robotics Level 4

Simoleons Per Hour: 85

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Synthcraft Specialist
You’re working with bleeding-edge tech - bioware fusions, reactive synthskin, and sentient prosthetics. Ethics left the table a long time ago. You're no longer just installing upgrades, you're designing evolution, where flesh meets machine and identity gets rewritten in titanium and code.

Schedule: MTWTF--
Hourly: 6pm -2am
Objectives:

Reach Programming Level 4
Reach Robotics Level 4

Simoleons Per Hour: 100

-- Branch Selection after Synthcraft Promotion --

Neurocore Executive Branch

Neurocore doesn’t hire surgeons. It acquires instruments. You weren’t promoted. You were claimed. Now you work behind biometric locks in towers sealed from the outside world. The air is scrubbed. The walls listen. Your clients aren’t patients—they’re assets: high-tier executives, combat prototypes, political figures prepped for obedience. You install control systems—loyalty suppressors, personality wipes, combat drives. You don’t speak. You calibrate. You don’t feel. You optimize. If they scream, the walls absorb it. If they break, you recycle what’s usable.

You’re monitored. You’re well-paid. You’re not replaceable—you’re repurposable. Every action is logged. Every hesitation is noted. Step out of line, and you’ll find out just how many pieces of you belong to the company. You're not rising. You're vanishing. Quietly. Precisely. Permanently.

Neurocore Executive Career Levels:

• Calibration Associate
• Neural Behavior Engineer
• Thoughtline Supervisor
• Mindstream Director

After Mindstream Director promotion, below branches are available:

 

Take Down Neurocore:

You don’t exist on any official roster. Your ID was wiped the moment you initiated the breach protocol. But the data leaks keep coming. Executives vanish midstream. Command nodes collapse. Someone’s bankrolling you - former clients, black-market allies, maybe a rival corp that wants Neurocore to fall. You don’t ask. You just burn the system from the inside and take their encrypted credits.

You’re a myth now. A whisper.
Neurocore’s ghost.

And every time a Thoughtline flickers or a Director starts screaming at shadows, they know:
You’re still in their walls.

Take Over Neurocore:

You didn’t escape the system. You became it. They thought the chain ended with Darius Kell. It didn’t. You broke the protocols, climbed the hierarchy, and rerouted the mindstreams. Now Neurocore bends to your signal. You don’t fix clients anymore—you issue directives. You don’t reprogram executives—you select them. Loyalty is algorithmic. Dissent is purged before it takes shape. The walls whisper in your voice now. The Thoughtline answers only to you.

And when they ask what happened to the last director, no one has the clearance to know.

You are Neurocore.

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Underground Surgeon Branch

No license. No rules. Just steel, instincts, and hustle.

You're off the grid now. Every job's a risk, every mod's illegal, and every upgrade could get you iced or immortalized. You run your own ops—back rooms, basements, burner drones. You fix mercs, upgrade gangers, and rewire broken minds with whatever tech you can pull from the black market or corps too slow to lock their dumpsters. You're not just surviving in the cracks of society - you own them.

You're not a doctor. You're a legend in dirty gloves.

Underground Surgeon Career Levels:

• Street Sticher
• Ripper Doc

After promotion from Ripper Doc, below branches are available:

Follow Relin - The Pact:

You stay loyal. Relin saw your worth when no one else did. You’ve been through fires together — and now, he offers you something rare: a seat beside him. Not just as muscle or a tool, but as a partner in building something new.

It’s not glamorous. It’s dangerous. But it’s real.

Sell Out - The Offer:

You break the chain. One of the syndicates makes you an offer - gear, funding, immunity. All they want is Relin’s network handed over. No blood. Just names, locations, and silence. You tell yourself it’s survival. You tell yourself he'd do the same.