Medtech
You're an artist, and the human body is your canvas. You've got the best tools
the Time of the Red can offer, and you know how to use them. If you're lucky,
you got to attend one of the real med schools scattered around the wreck of the
Old United States. And after the War, military hospitals were everywhere and
the few doctors on the war front needed helping hands to hold down screaming
patients and splice cyberware back together. So, maybe you learned that
way.
And there's always an old ripperdoc or two out there who hearken
back to that old science fiction story called The Bladerunner—not
that old flatscreen vid, but the really old sci-fi book about renegade
doctors who performed illegal street surgery in one of the first dystopian
novels. Maybe one of those guys trained you. Maybe that's
where you are right now, patching up the wounded, mending up
the sick, and keeping the locals alive. For love, commitment, or
maybe a just a fat payday on the side.
If you're really lucky, you've scored a berth in the local Trauma
Team franchise. Trauma Teams are groups of licensed paramedicals
who patrol the city looking for patients. You operate from an
AV-4 Urban Assault Vehicle, redesigned into an ambulance configuration,
and armed with a belly-mounted minigun. It's the best
of the best—Trauma Team charges some heavy subscription fees
to save its clients, and that translates into new medical toys, faster
AV ambulances, and hefty salaries for the best surgeons around.
It doesn't matter how you got here. What matters is that you're
here, on The Street, doing the job. And you'd be doing it no matter
what the reason. It's what marks you as a Medtech.
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