In defense of Cyberpunk 2077’s constant phone calls
On a stretch of futuristic tarmac, something clicked. Yellow quest markers hadn’t built my relationships in Cyberpunk 2077. When a job needed doing, then they’d steer me in the right direction. But for those initial sparks of story, my cellphone had been key. Chats and texts buzzed into my brain at all hours. “Hey V”, “V, got a minute?”, “V!”
Characters would get in contact with me, not the other way around. And I liked that. In fact, I’d say it helped build a living, breathing world more than Night City’s towering skyscrapers and moving billboards. More than, perhaps, any other big RPG I’ve played over the last couple of years.