Grid Overwatch Division
The Grid Overwatch Division, or GOD for short (of course they did that on purpose), is a law-enforcement arm of the Corporate Court overseeing Matrix laws. Other than that, what to say about the Grid Overwatch Division that hasn’t already been said? I don’t fragging know, they just bite. And I mean that in the literal and the figurative sense. These fraggers watch from on-high for any blips in the system that show them someone’s not playing by their rules. And by “blips in the system,” I’m talking about you and your crew. Whether you’ve been decking the same space for too long, whether you’ve conducted yourself in a less-than-legal fashion, whether you aren’t freaking registered, they’ll find you. Somewhere up in the gleaming skyscrapers and orbital structures, far above the teeming masses, floats the headquarters of GOD. Presumably, there sit hundreds of employees, faithfully scouting the Matrix for law-breakers, unregistered folk, artificial intelligences, and probably plenty more that we aren’t seeing. Good luck getting inside; the Matrix defenses are the best in the business, and if you’re looking to head in physically, you’ll be hard pressed to even find the place. Getting the attention of GOD means bringing heat down on you. If you’re lucky, they’ll just eject you from the Matrix with security protocols designed to leave a splitting headache as a reminder to not mess with them. If they’re really serious, though, these fraggers will pull up on you in a big, armored vehicle, with law enforcement in tow. They have exceptional abilities when it comes to finding you—not just on the Matrix, but where your meat is sitting. They’ll probably just kill you, but if they take you into custody? No one’s going to hear from you again. You’ll disappear. So keep an eye on that overwatch score ticking away while you riffle through the guest list of Evo’s latest red-carpet event, or GOD will be knocking on your van door. Who am I kidding? They’ll rip that thing right off to get at you. They won’t be cordial, and they won’t offer a warning. They might just decide to dispense with you quickly—after all, killing you makes you cost them and their prison-owning buddies that much less. Death is cheap. With every boogeyman, there seem to be as many rumors as facts floating around. There have been rumors of captured hackers who’ve ended up working for them. As much as I hate to say it, I believe this one. Not every runner has the strength to stave off pressure, and GOD’s got a ton of resources to make you feel the heat. They will not hesitate to use your social circle against you—including contacts, friends, and family. You may find yourself in a position where you wish they’d killed you instead. What it comes down to is this: If you’re on a job and your decker tells you that you’ve been made, get the frag out.
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