|And 12 more hiding and/or disguised|
One where the "puppet" is in full control to shutoff and activate there feed as desired.
One where the "puppetmaster" is in full control and can also activate/deactivate cyberware at will. i.e. Imagine having your own psychokiller slave with a cortex bomb and behavior modification chip to keep them in line.
It's basically just a reverse Video Transcoding Chip with a little more control.
Guy A: "Why won't this fucking immy take his mirrorshades off?"
Mona B: "Cause he workin' for tha Oracle, that why!"
Guy A: "That true? You a Sensor, bitch?"
Immy: "W-What...? No, I'm just, look, I just arrived from the North Pacific Economic Compact. I'm Gerald, I've been looking for--"
Guy A: "Uh huh."
BLAM BLAM BLAM!
Mona B, pulling the mirrorshades off the corpse: "Huh. No Saedor eye on dis 'yama. He ain't no Sensor."
Guy A: "I guess he just liked mirrorshades."
Mona B, putting on the mirrorshades: "I DO fink it bright out. Aww ye', dis bettah, dis click bettah."
Solo C reveals his hiding location and steps out into view.
Solo C: "What do we got here, a couple Sensors? You bakas livin' on the Oracle's fold?"