See also: List of cards in Creation and Control and Creation and Control category

Creation and Control is the first Deluxe Expansion for Android: Netrunner, featuring the two factions Haas-Bioroid and Shaper, along with a handful of neutral cards for both sides.

Who will write the future? Creation and Control pits a new wave of enigmatic Shapers against the latest and greatest of Haas-Bioroid’s developments in artificial intelligence, efficiency, and security. The first deluxe expansion for Android: Netrunner The Card Game, Creation and Control introduces 165 new cards (three copies each of fifty-five individual cards), that will instigate dramatic new strategies and high-stakes battles for the control of valuable files and the futures outlined within them.

Creation and Control focuses on the struggles between the executives at Haas-Bioroid and those Shapers who are driven to tinker with their programs and hardware by an almost-religious compulsion, but fans of every Android: Netrunner faction will find plenty of great uses for their influence, as well as twenty-seven neutral cards (three copies each of nine individual cards) that can sharpen the focus of any deck.

Set # Name Faction Type
1 Cerebral Imaging, Infinite Frontiers Haas-Bioroid Identity
2 Custom Biotics, Engineered for Success Haas-Bioroid Identity
3 NEXT Design, Guarding the Net Haas-Bioroid Identity
4 Director Haas' Pet Project Haas-Bioroid Agenda
5 Efficiency Committee Haas-Bioroid Agenda
6 Project Wotan Haas-Bioroid Agenda
7 Sentinel Defense Program Haas-Bioroid Agenda
8 Alix T4LB07 Haas-Bioroid Asset
9 Cerebral Overwriter Haas-Bioroid Asset
10 Director Haas Haas-Bioroid Asset
11 Haas Arcology AI Haas-Bioroid Asset
12 Thomas Haas Haas-Bioroid Asset
13 Bioroid Efficiency Research Haas-Bioroid Operation
14 Successful Demonstration Haas-Bioroid Operation
15 Heimdall 2.0 Haas-Bioroid Ice
16 Howler Haas-Bioroid Ice
17 Ichi 2.0 Haas-Bioroid Ice
18 Minelayer Haas-Bioroid Ice
19 Viktor 2.0 Haas-Bioroid Ice
20 Zed 1.0 Haas-Bioroid Ice
21 Awakening Center Haas-Bioroid Upgrade
22 Tyr's Hand Haas-Bioroid Upgrade
23 Gila Hands Arcology Neutral Agenda
24 Levy University Neutral Asset
25 Server Diagnostics Neutral Asset
26 Bastion Neutral Ice
27 Datapike Neutral Ice
28 Rielle "Kit" Peddler, Transhuman Shaper Identity
29 The Professor, Keeper of Knowledge Shaper Identity
30 Exile, Streethawk Shaper Identity
31 Escher Shaper Event
32 Exploratory Romp Shaper Event
33 Freelance Coding Contract Shaper Event
34 Scavenge Shaper Event
35 Levy AR Lab Access Shaper Event
36 Monolith Shaper Hardware
37 Feedback Filter Shaper Hardware
38 Clone Chip Shaper Hardware
39 Omni-drive Shaper Hardware
40 Atman Shaper Program
41 Cloak Shaper Program
42 Dagger Shaper Program
43 Chakana Shaper Program
44 Cyber-Cypher Shaper Program
45 Paricia Shaper Program
46 Self-modifying Code Shaper Program
47 Sahasrara Shaper Program
48 Inti Shaper Program
49 Professional Contacts Shaper Resource
50 Borrowed Satellite Shaper Resource
51 Ice Analyzer Shaper Resource
52 Dirty Laundry Neutral Event
53 Daily Casts Neutral Resource
54 Same Old Thing Neutral Resource
55 The Source Neutral Resource
Flavor Insert
Thomas Haas
To anyone who wasn't one of the top experts on AI supersystems, the columns of symbols and numbers would have been gibberish. Thomas stared at them, no longer seeing. He was supposed to be one of the top experts; mother expected it. Frag it. He tossed on his three-dee glasses and vegged out.

The light was fading when he got bored with the three-dee. The vastness of New Angeles spread out before him, the high-rises topped with a golden crown from the setting sun. A still picture, not moving, not heard, a postcard and monument to the greatest city in the world. Thomas thought about changing the view, throwing up a mosh pit or a war zone.

He headed for the cooler and grabbed a drink of Silo Blue. He tossed it back and stretched out his neck. His secretary sounded in his ear: Molly was calling. He told the secretary to take a message. The voice went quiet.

He loaded up his wardrobe on the door, and flicked through his various options. Nothing to wear. He thought of hopping down to the waterfront, picking up something new. Maybe someone too. The whisper of the door made him turn around.

"Hi," he said, masking his surprise as Helen drifted through the door.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" she purred, her eyes a dead silver.

"Silver doesn't suit you" Thomas selected a platinum polyseer jacket and pulled open his closet. The coat was there, hanging on a hook. He picked it up and tossed it on. When he turned back to Helen, her eyes were a misty blue. "Does it suit met" he asked.

She draped a finger along her lips, and paused, as if thinking. Almost perfect, he thought. She could pass for human. The programming was really quite remarkable-he would know. "It doesn’t match your slippers.”

He kicked off his slippers and slipped on his loafers. "I didn't think mother would let you out of the lab."

"She didn't. This is our...little secret." She took a step toward him, her hands running along the form-fitting white mini dress that clung to her manufactured curves, a lone strand of blonde hair straying across her forehead. The quality of this model was high, the highest Haas-Bioroid had ever produced. Billions in neural nano-processers and synthetic flesh. The brain imaging alone cost about the same as a year’s supply of helium-3, Thomas realized he was thinking of Helen as "her,” as "she" not "it" A bioroid that can pass as a human.

He touched the PAD worn on his wrist and they were surrounded by a fire-lit beach, a thousand stars twinkling overhead.

"Never trust a bioroid with a secret;' he said, and he leaned into her, their lips almost touching, his hand cradling her face. With a deft move he grabbed the back of her brain case, and extracted the back-up mem chip. Helen went still, her red lips inches from his own, beautiful blue eyes unblinking, staring straight into his own.

"Okay mother, what are you up to now?" He took the chip over to his rig in the next room and commanded the system to run a diagnostic. It took a full 10 seconds to get the results. He stared at the screen for a long moment.

"Helen," he said, powering the model back up, "how about a nice little jaunt upstalk?"

The strobe lights were real. The Orange Room of The Castle Club was one of the most exclusive in the world; no androids allowed, under any circumstances. Thomas slid the chip out from the pocket of his polyseer jacket, turning it over and over again in his fingers. He was watching Helen out of the corner of his eye chat up some ugly old man at the bar, downing whatever was put in front of her without hesitation. Some woman came up to Thomas, came on to him, maybe. She whispered something in his ear. He barely noticed and she withdrew, looking hurt. It didn't matter. There was a thought gnawing at the back of his mind. A bioroid can pass as a human. With Helen, the sky was the limit. So why did it bother him so much?

He pushed himself to his feet, and headed toward the bar. He stopped as Helen turned her gaze on him. He could barely see it anymore, the machine behind the smile. Is she real? She blinked, and for a split second he saw himself reflected in the silver of her eyes. Then he was gone, and she was human once again.

A bioroid can pass as a human. He grabbed at the back of his neck, digging his manicured nails into his flesh. They came away caked in flakes of skin. He breathed a sigh of relief. What a stupid notion. He flagged down a server-human, a human server-and ordered a drink,

A bioroid can pass as a human. But Thomas Haas was anything but stupid.

Time to get drunk.

Rielle "Kit" Pedler
What is human?

“Everything. And nothing.” Kit's atman drifted on the network, far from her physical body. She wasn't sure where she was or how she'd got here-just exploring, she supposed. Enjoying the sensation, the feeling of the data.


"The universe is all, material and immaterial. The human is a drop of water on the surface of the pond, of the universe and affecting it, affected by it, one and the same with it.”

Explain again.

"I don't really know how else to put it, Mysterious Voice.” Kit came to rest before a server, larger and more active than nearly any she'd seen. Her unique digital senses could feel the data running through the server, taste the size and shape of it, but not see within. It was blocked behind layers of ice, secured from her touch. The voice, she felt, came from within.

Are you human?

"Yes.” Kit reached out to touch the server, its programs responding to her own onboard software agents. Its shape changed and twisted, a hum she hadn't realized she'd heard changing pitch. "You see? I reach out and touch the universe, I change and am changed by it.”

You are machine and not machine.

“All creation is our own, and we are all creation,” said Kit. "Flesh or synthetic makes no difference-the body is just a shell. It is the spirit within and without that matters.” A layer of ice parted.

What is the spirit?

"The true self. You ask a lot of questions, Mysterious Voice. Who are you?" There was a long pause, and she thought the voice might not reply.

I am machine.•

"Is that all you are?"

I am not human.

"Now that is an assumption,” she replied.

The final ice fell away. Kit stared at the depth and complexity of the construct before her. It thrummed, deep in her chest or soul, a sound without sound. A mind, a spirit, an atman like hers, but unlike. Some part of her thought. She was washed away by the sheer experience of it.

"You are as human as I am,” she said. "Your spirit should be free.”

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