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TechPerion: The New Nova ATM Heist Takedown

Rain was absolutely hammering Ethan Veylor’s crappy apartment window when his computer started screaming about another fraud alert. Down here in New Nova’s lower district, most folks barely had running water, but somehow Ethan managed to keep three monitors running off a jury-rigged power setup that would make an electrician cry.

“Seventeen ATM hits this week,” he groaned, pushing his blue light glasses up his nose. These weren’t your garden-variety street hustlers either. Someone was running a serious operation, and it was bleeding the neighborhood dry.

His custom crime-tracking software—basically a bunch of open-source programs duct-taped together with caffeine and stubbornness—lit up like a Christmas tree. Security feeds across the commercial strip were going nuts. Time to suit up.

“Aria, we’ve got movement,” he whispered to his AI companion while stuffing gear into his tactical backpack.

“Indeed, Ethan. Probability of organized criminal fuckery: extremely high,” came the dry response through his bone-conduction earpiece. Sometimes Aria’s personality quirks reminded him why he both loved and slightly feared advanced AI.

“Love it when you talk dirty.”

Gearing Up Like a Boss (On a Budget)

Twenty minutes later, TechPerion was perched on a rusty fire escape, watching three idiots mess with ATM machines like they owned the place. His smart glasses—the kind you can actually buy on Amazon without needing a government clearance—were showing him everything. Built-in camera, Bluetooth connectivity, and enough tech packed in to make him feel like Iron Man’s broke cousin.

“Three heat signatures, all wearing hoodies because apparently criminal fashion hasn’t evolved since 2010,” he muttered, adjusting his portable thermal imager. This little gadget had saved his ass more times than he could count. Compact, battery-powered, and available to any civilian with a credit card and questionable life choices.

“Aria, what’s their play?”

“Advanced skimming devices with wireless transmission capability. These gentlemen appear to have graduated from Petty Crime University with honors.”

Ethan reached for his spy camera pen—because yes, that’s a real thing you can buy, and yes, it works exactly like in the movies. He’d need evidence if this went sideways.

That’s when he heard it. Electronic whimpering coming from a dumpster.

“Oh, come ON.” But the sound tugged at something in his chest. Post-Incident Ethan couldn’t ignore anything that sounded hurt, even if it was probably just someone’s smart thermostat having an existential crisis.

Inside the dumpster: one very fancy, very dead robot pet 🙂

“Well, hello there, expensive mistake.”

Tech vs. Tech (Spoiler Alert: Street Tech Wins)

Robot pet tucked safely in his jacket like the world’s most expensive pet, TechPerion activated his wireless signal jammer. This wasn’t some Hollywood prop—you could order one of these bad boys online, though probably not for the reasons most people should.

The criminals’ fancy equipment started having what technical experts call “a complete meltdown.”

“What the actual hell?” Big Guy Number One started slapping his tablet like that would fix everything. “We’re losing connection!”

“That’s because you’re messing with the wrong neighborhood,” TechPerion called out, dropping from the fire escape with a thud that his tactical boots absorbed like champs. Military-grade footwear wasn’t just for show—it kept your ankles from turning into jelly when you had to make dramatic entrances.

The three stooges spun around, and Ethan got his first good look at their setup. Professional-grade everything. Military tablets. Equipment that cost more than most people down here made in a year.

“Great, corporate criminals. My favorite.”

“Who the hell—” the leader started.

“Your friendly neighborhood tech support,” Ethan interrupted, pulling out his self-defense flashlight. The kind that could temporarily blind someone from thirty feet away and doubled as an emergency bludgeon. “And I’m here to cancel your subscription.”

When Ancient Kung Fu Meets Modern Stupid

The first guy came at him with a crowbar, swinging it like he was trying to kill a particularly stubborn piñata. Ethan ducked, his flexible tactical pants letting him move like water, and swept the guy’s legs using a technique from that martial art nobody believed existed.

Crowbar Guy hit the pavement like a sack of potatoes.

Guy Number Two tried the classic flanking maneuver, but Ethan was already spinning his tactical flashlight into strobe mode. The poor bastard stumbled around like he was at a really bad rave, making it easy for Ethan to introduce him to some gravity-assisted judo.

The leader, watching his crew get schooled by someone in what looked like Amazon’s entire tactical gear section, pulled out a taser.

“Seriously?” Ethan sighed. “Aria, remind me to write a Yelp review about the declining quality of street criminals.”

The ancient martial art training kicked in—the kind that taught you how to disarm someone before they even realized they were holding a weapon. The taser went flying, and Leader Guy found himself zip-tied with heavy-duty restraints that Ethan definitely hadn’t stolen from a police supply catalog.

“Pro tip,” Ethan said, checking his hidden audio recorder bracelet to make sure it got everything. “If you’re gonna run high-tech scams in New Nova, maybe don’t underestimate the locals.”

Corporate Cat Mystery Hour

With the ATM All-Stars secured and police sirens getting closer, TechPerion examined his robotic rescue. The pet was definitely high-end—the kind of tech toy that cost more than his rent, utilities, and food budget combined.

Back at his place, he plugged the little guy into his solar power bank. Because in a neighborhood where the power grid had more mood swings than a teenager, backup power wasn’t just smart—it was survival.

The pet’s eyes lit up blue, and it purred like a real animal. Then a message appeared on its tiny display: “SEEKING OWNER UNIT: DR. SARAH WATANABE.”

“Aria, run a search on our good doctor.”

“Dr. Watanabe. Robotics professor. Lives in Tower District penthouse 847. Net worth: more than your wildest dreams.”

“Of course she does.”

A quick GPS check showed the cat had been wandering for days, its path creating a perfect map of every ATM hit in the city.

“Either this is the world’s most convenient coincidence,” Ethan mused, “or we just found the world’s first accidental robotic surveillance network.”

Techperion, Cyberpunk superhero with tactical gear and night vision goggles rescuing robotic cat during ATM fraud investigation in neon-lit city

When Street Level Meets Sky High

Dr. Watanabe answered her penthouse door looking like she belonged in a tech magazine—all clean lines and expensive simplicity. When she saw the robot pet, she completely lost it.

“Pixel!” She hugged the little robot like it was her actual child. “I thought you were gone forever!”

Turns out, Pixel wasn’t just a pet. He was loaded with her late husband’s personality patterns, speech quirks, memories. Basically, digital grief therapy that cost more than most people’s cars.

“He was down in the lower district,” Ethan explained. “Battery died, but he’s fine.”

Dr. Watanabe showed him Pixel’s GPS history on her tablet—the kind of sleek, expensive tech that made Ethan’s refurbished equipment look like cave paintings.

“His AI got confused when the battery started failing. He’s been wandering for three days.”

That’s when it clicked. Pixel’s random wandering had accidentally mapped the entire criminal operation. The little robot had been an unwitting spy, documenting every location where the scammers had struck.

“Doctor, I think your pet just helped solve a major crime.”

Full Circle in the Broken City

Next morning, Ethan sat in his usual coffee shop, reading the news on his beat-up tablet. “High-Tech ATM Scam Ring Busted” made front page, though the article didn’t mention anything about robot cats or neighborhood vigilantes.

His encrypted messenger buzzed: “Pixel wants to thank his rescuer. Coffee? I’d love to meet the hero who brought him home. – Dr. W”

Ethan smiled and typed back: “I might know someone.”

In a city where the rich lived in floating palaces and everyone else fought over scraps, connections like this mattered. Sometimes the best tech wasn’t about having the fanciest gadgets—it was about linking the right people at the right time.

His crime software pinged with another alert.

“Aria, what’s cooking?”

“Missing persons case, warehouse district. Three people, all connected to the same shell company that funded our ATM friends.”

“Time to get back to work.”

Because somebody had to stand between the predators and their prey. Somebody had to be the bridge between New Nova’s forgotten streets and its shining towers. And if that somebody happened to have really good Amazon Prime delivery for all his tactical gear, well, that was just a bonus.

“Let’s go save the city. Again.”

TechPerion

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