Kerry Eurodyne/Computers

Kerry Eurodyne has three computers. Two can be found in his villa in North Oak, and a third outside the villa next to the waterfall. All computers have the same messages and files, excluding the one in his second-floor living room, which contains emails between Kerry and his manager L.B. Kovachek after Kerry's missions are completed, and three songs in progress that are present from the start.

Messages

Painting - nude with sword

From: Kristina Lundmark

To: Kerry

Kerry, did you get a chance to take a look at the sketches I sent? Is that more or less what you were going for? You know I love working for you, but I'm juggling other projects, too... Besos! ----- From: Kerry Eurodyne To: Kristina Lundmark RE: Painting - nude with sword Sorry Krissy, totally thought I got back to you. Anyway - yep, that's exactly what I was going for. Hella preem. Slather on that symbolic Samurai bullshit, make it so nobody's gotta think twice about why I put up a wall-sized portrait of my own naked ass. Let's do this thing! You're the best!

Rayfield - details

From: Kerry

To: Rayfield Night City

Here's the updated technical specs for my Rayfield. Price is no object, but if you try and fuck me over believe me I'll know. ----- From: Rayfield Night City To: Kerry Eurodyne RE: Rayfield - details Dear Mr. Eurodyne, Confirming reciept of your instructions and the specification. We will make all efforts to ensure you are completely satisfied with your vehicle. Please see updated quotation attached.

Cook?

From: Ariel Velasco

To: Kerry

Kerry, that makes no sense. I can barely make toast. Don't think you wanna pay me that much to sit together in the kitchen over a burned dinner. Maybe I can learn to mix drinks? Like the ones you made yesterday. Either way, sorry, not for me. ----- From: Kerry Eurodyne To: Ariel Velasco RE: Cook? Ariel, come on, you're great. We just got distracted talking, that's why the adobo turned out like shit. Besides, where am I supposed to find another Filipino chef? Already lucky to spot you at that party. Or I dunno - you like plants? Could be my gardener, be pretty preem too.

Presents

From: Louise Nordin Eurodyne

To: Kerry

The kids say thanks for the presents. Seems they were all pleasantly surprised they have a fucking father after all. If you were trying to buy their love, well - congratulations. They're happy enough to want to come see you. ----- From: Kerry Eurodyne To: Louise Nordin Eurodyne RE: Presents Louise, come on. You know I can't have Ted and Kim over here. I'm living here with fifteen figure skaters and a wind-up version of one of those organ grinder monkeys. This is no place for children. ----- From: Louise Nordin Eurodyne To: Kerry Eurodyne RE: Presents Read that one aloud to them. Too bad you weren't there to see their faces. ----- From: Kerry Eurodyne To: Louise Nordin Eurodyne RE: Presents Are you out of your fucking mind? Why are you getting them involved? I'm serious, they can't stay here with me. But you know what, maybe we could go on a trip somewhere? They had a lot of fun on the islands last time. Actually, why don't you just go with them? I'll take care of the hotel, tickets, everything, just tell me when.

Guitar

From: Kerry

To: Aram Grigorian

Aram, you still haven't tracked down the Orphean? I've been waiting on your call. Thing is, I need it like yesterday... or at least the closest thing... doesn't even need to be the same axe, just has to be something special. Need the guitar for one night. Beg, borrow or steal, I don't care, I'll still pay you.

Over. My. Dead. Fucking. Body.

From: Kerry

To: L.B. Kovachek

I deleted the last bajillion messages, but whatever. You made a fucking fool of me and I won't forget that. Can you stop sticking your nose in my biz? (A nose which, I might add, is covered in shit from being so far up the asses of those cigar-smoking fat cats at the label. Or is it their noses up yours?) Either way, it's not like you care about what I want anyway. And no, I'm not planning on changing my signature. Kerry Eurodyne SUCK MY DICK, KOVACHEK

RE: Over. My. Dead. Fucking. Body.

From: L.B. Kovachek

To: Kerry

Kerry, I totally understand why you're upset at how things turned out. Of course, we can keep you posted on every single detail, but how many times have I heard you say you don't "give a flying fuck" about particulars? Before I go tar and feather myself, let's look at this with a clear head. Everything went as well as it could've: you have amazing PR, media presence is the best it's been in years, and a whole new chunk of listeners is getting into your music. You call it a failure of management - wanna know what I call it? A HUGE SUCCESS. Love you man, -CB

RE: Over. My. Dead. Fucking. Body.

From: Kerry

To: L.B. Kovachek

If it was up to me, you'd be sitting in a Max-Tac quarantine cell for YOUR cyberpsychosis, 'cause only a cyberpsycho would dump this shit on me and call it their "opinion." Do you realize if I could fire you, you'd already be scraping the bottom of a feeder in Watson? Let me put this in words you'll understand: GO FUCK YOURSELF PS: And yes, I CONFIRM that I don't want them to include me in that piece about celebrities with cyberpsychosis. Are you completely WHACKED?! Kerry Eurodyne SUCK MY DICK KOVACHEK

RE: Over. My. Dead. Fucking. Body.

From: L.B. Kovachek

To: Kerry

O! my bright shining star! What must I do to quell thy fiery temper? :) True, it's not that easy to get rid of me - after all, a contract's a contract. So please, I beg you, don't loosen your lawyers' leashes. Let me ask you this though: are things really THAT bad? Look at how much we've achieved together. KERRY EURODYNE is a BRAND. A LIVING LEGEND. An IDOL to more people than any other celebrity could ever dream of! Consider, in that delicate little rockerboy's heart of yours, that if it wasn't for your ever-loyal crusader, ol' Uncle Kovachek, who else would've nudged you in the right direction at the right times? With undying love, -CB

Files

Vision of your Memories [like this one]

Whisper your desires in my ear I won't punish you, believe me, I swear It's (S)ex Machina Ex Machina Sex Machina Fenyloetyloamine Noradrenaline Dopamine Oxyocin Ex Machina Sex Machina Remember the day we met? First time I saw you, it was match point and set Never told you, was never the right time That in that moment, I knew you'd be mine I built a vision of your future memories Where you whisper, open up your heart Reveal the place where I once had a heart I listen to the stories I wrote down Thinking of you, for you - this story Woven from neon, chrome and blood The hero's always you, always you, always you I'm nothing but a shadow in the book of your memories A little thorn in your memory Just a little longer, little longer, little longer --------------- could be an issue with melody here, check with producers, maybe they could think of something? maybe this could be a single? they're gonna ask who this is about... even if I wanted to tell them the truth, do I even know what's hiding behind these words?

Dark Matter [hmm... or maybe Dark Energy??]

This space between us Filling up with dark matter (Everything left unsaid Everything left unthought) Dark matter binds us together With particles of anger With atoms of hope With the ancient dust of distant stars That which divides us Invisible to the naked eye An unmagnetic force of attraction A metaphysical repulsion The quintessence of spiritual communion How many years has our universe been expanding Still waiting for the big bang I'm dark energy, baby And you're dark matter You and I, we're unfathomable And nobody can sink to our depths

Shivers [working title?]

Admit it, baby I'm your favorite scar (shivers) You like it when it itches When it reminds you of the pain (shivers) You like to remember When every word poisoned your blood I know you don't wanna suffer But this is something much deeper They're shivers, they're shivers, they're shivers My caresses are an act of violence Everything to you that's holy Gives you shivers, shivers, shivers Damp air on your skin, I know You want more, and more, and more You see future constellations Things you've felt long before You put everything on speed-dial In the casino of Neglected Dreams The dealer gives you a wicked grin Who knows, maybe you'll win And that's when you feel it My body on your skin --------------- hmmm, maybe the speed-dial is a bit jarring? chorus needs a really tight, strong beat with riffs in between like NC's never heard. It's gonna be a hit - I can feel it.