Anyone who only spent a couple of hours with Cyberpunk would be forgiven for thinking it will be 200 more hours of insubstantial gun-porn. After a few hours the overlong onboarding gives way to the perfect love letter to an oft-misunderstood literary genre. Yes, this is a game where you can use a camera to hack into a man’s mind and make him shoot himself. But under its dense shell of buggy neon and edgy humour, there are well told, heartfelt stories which reward the curious. Others might dislike this dissonance, but for me it’s the best part.