The Truth about Cyberpsychosis

 is a manifesto that explores common misconceptions around cyberpsychosis. The text can be found on shards scattered around Night City in.

Locations
Several copies of this shard can be found in the game:
 * During the Disasterpiece job, it is found on a bloody medical chair on lower levels of the abandoned power station.
 * During Gig: Backs Against the Wall, it is found on the fourth floor of a housing block on Columbus Street in Kabuki, inside the apartment with collapsed ceiling, on a table next to a pink refrigerator.

Transcript
I've had enough of the senseless shootings that claim hundreds of innocents every day. I'm sick of the satire on empty, deadend implant-restriction dialogue. I'm tired of ignoring the cyberpsychosis problem. In American society today, there are still a lot of common myths and misconceptions about the so-called technology-related personality disorders. People think they can become "infected" in sketchy ripperdoc clinics. Scientists allegedly disagree about the causes of the disease, or even about whether it exists at all. Maybe their tune would change if a cyberpsycho turned their lab into a slaughterhouse. But even then, I doubt it. They're not get [sic] getting fat paychecks from the cyberware lobby just to openly declare to the public all the nasty possible side effects that come packaged with their products.

I've conducted my own research on cyberpsychosis. With supreme confidence, I can confirm this illness is, indeed, a by-product of the modern lifestyle and the obsessive emphasis placed on incorporating modern tech into our lives. Although cybernetic implants can directly affect our brain chemistry, they still serve only as a catalyst for the onset of the disease.

Our world is subject to extensive dehumanization. We surround ourselves with increasingly more automated machines and artificial intelligences. Our loved ones replace their nature-given eyes, lips and faces with masks of metal. Some of us begin to isolate themselves, lose their empathy for others, and undergo dramatic mood swings that exhibit sadistic tendencies. The most frightening component to all of this, however, is that most will never be diagnosed. Not all cyberpsychos are known war veterans or former mercenaries equipped with Sandevistan reflex tech. Not all will go out in a blaze of gunfire with MaxTac. Many cyberpsychos in our world possess only a single implant; a knee, a liver. They are unseen, unnoticed. They lock themselves up and shut out their friends, colleagues, and loved ones. The world outside of the Net and their delusions has disappeared from conscious thought. They are sick and alone - and no [sic] is doing a thing about it.

There is no eloquent summary to be made here. Let the value of this manifesto be measured by the fact that I was expelled from the Zetatech cybernetics research team for having written it.