And that Cyberpunk Galaxy far far away

Genetic therapy had pushed Bodybuilding onto new levels. The Top League, Beast Of All Universes was full of humans that had used genetherapy to mutate into meta humans becoming up to 3 meters tall and 300kg heavy. They still can't move and the weirdest class was the only scan class The Home Beast in which those attended incapable of physicaly attending the Ceremony by Air Carrier weight restrictions. 

Noone had build any passenger plane capable of taking on a human like that off the cargo bay in a box. 

Therefore the Judges or High Priests of the Bodybuilder Guild that earned millions on Shadowrunners, Mercenaries and Corporate Security beside some Office Players into looks over Secretary actions send a team of trusties with a rotating platform and a portable high resolution 3D laser scanner. 

Me?  OH. Someone had murdered the Trusties and Guild cash is Gold Nuggets and dead easier than alive. 

So... That is a big fella... but where would that motherfucker hide 2.90 meters and 275 kilos with a 160cm should...did I just read thaa... he looks smaller on... oh. Background On switch ... OK, he was about to move out anyway...

#cyberpunkcoltoure 

...two weeks later after a hint from a UPS hack on extreme supplement deliveries crusing the area of the postal drop box with my armoured hot hatch... 

Positive to the left. Let's wait until something moves.