The New World Bank Building in the central area is a 100-story behemoth.
The Extraordinary Employee Review Department is on the 36th floor. When Judy Dickinson was walking in the corridor, she heard someone in the review room next to her excitedly pounding the table and shouting:
"No, I don't have post-traumatic stress disorder! My personality integrity is still enough, it's just a little phantom limb pain, I can handle it. You can't do this to me..."
She didn't stop, but she stopped when she passed a grooming mirror on the wall of the corridor.
She has short blond hair, a face in her twenties, and is quite pretty. She is wearing a black windbreaker uniform of the Wilderness Mobile Task Force, with black gloves on both hands. Her eyebrows are slightly raised, and her face is cold. Because she didn't know how to smile since she was a child, her facial muscles are all raw.
Rusted.
But her indifference is very beautiful, many men say so.
But she can stand here not because of her beauty, but because she is a six-speed gearbox, and she used to be.
Judy Dickinson continued walking and walked into a nearby judging room. There was no one in it.
The space is small, with white-painted walls, only a fabric chair in the middle, and a column-type communication screen in front of it.
She sat down on a chair with simple lines, and an electronically synthesized face appeared on the communication screen.
That face looked unclear whether it was male or female, it was androgynous, and it seemed to be smiling.
"Hello, Vice Captain Dickinson, this review is in response to your appeal."
An electronic synthesized voice sounded unhurriedly, "You are an exorcist professional combatant and the team's deputy in the battle of the Wilderness Mobile Task Force's 'Death Row Team' to wipe out the wilderness tribes' 'Forest Patrol Team'".
Captain, his nerves were severely damaged in the battle.
"After testing, your nerve speed level dropped from level six to level three, and you were deemed no longer suitable for the work of the Wilderness Mobile Task Force. The bank arranged for you to be transferred to the security department as a third-level supervisor, but you filed a complaint."
"Yes." Judy responded, her voice naturally a little hoarse, "I think I'm still suitable to stay in the Mobile Task Force."
There was no expression change on that electronically synthesized face. After looking at this face for so many years, it never changed.
The memory of being a street rat was too distant to remember, and it meant nothing to Judy.
She was taken away from the streets by the Metropolitan Police at the age of three and was found to have extraordinary talents with high potential, so she entered the bank's training center in the Garden Court and grew up there.
A child cannot yet clearly detect the specific level of nerve speed. As a child with high potential, the training, education and love she has received since childhood are of the highest level.
From childhood, to adolescence, and now at the age of twenty-three.
Judy Dickinson was raised by a bank, and all meanings are given by the bank.
"According to relevant regulations, the minimum nerve speed gear requirement for Wilderness Mobile Task Force personnel is fifth gear. Deputy Captain Dickinson, unfortunately, you no longer have this ability, but you can still serve the bank in a security position
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"It's impossible for me to go to a security position." Judy spoke a little loudly, "My nerves are damaged, but I have rich combat experience, rich experience in wilderness exploration and searching for tribes, which are all useful."
"It's a pity. The cost that the bank has invested in you can still be repaid through other services."
Judy was silent for a moment and then said: "I need a treatment opportunity to help me try to clear the virus from my nerves."
The damage to her nerves was not physiological damage, but some viral waste that could not be eliminated and dragged down the nerves.
This situation is very special and difficult to treat. Even if she were an exorcist, she would be helpless.
But if the bank is willing to give her a chance, especially in the Union District, there will be a way. At least she can give it a try.
"Vice Captain Dickinson, you should know that neurological treatment has always been a difficult problem in the extraordinary field. And your condition has been diagnosed by the medical department as not suitable for treatment. Forced treatment will cause your nerves to completely collapse.
"The bank is making appropriate arrangements by transferring you to the security department to avoid unnecessary attrition and waste of talent."
The electronically synthesized voice said again, still without any emotion.
This reminded her of the education she had received. In the face of bank interests, everything should be done according to regulations and the will of superiors. She should not act randomly because of personal wishes.
Judy was silent again and looked down at her hands, which were always holding various machines. She was the sharpshooter in the team.
Leaving the mobile task force like this? Transferring to the security department like this is definitely not protecting important personnel.
And because there is a virus in her brain, it won't take long before she is transferred to security, and she may be transferred to the next more irrelevant position, or even to be stationed in the northern agricultural area.
No, we can't leave like this... The Wilderness Mobile Task Force is the place where she has longed for and planned to fight for the bank since she was a child... The Death Row Team, there are her partners and her comrades...
During the battle of the forest patrol regiment, some people died. Burn died, Irene died, Neckel died...
Familiar faces flashed in front of Judy's eyes. From ordinary team members to vice-captains, she had experienced many life and death separations in the past few years, but none of them were as serious as this one.
Some of them were her contemporaries, friends she had known since the training center.
She didn't want to leave, and staying on the Death Row Walking Team was no longer a matter for Judy Dickinson alone.
"I have made contributions to the bank." Judy couldn't help but slightly reveal her inner plea, "I deserve a chance for treatment."
"Child of the bank, you have joined the bank for twenty years. Thank you for your contribution, which has not been forgotten. But what the mother of the bank has given you is far greater than your contribution, and this personnel transfer is to protect you.
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"No, no..." Judy murmured, "I deserve a chance..."
Ever since she became a transcendent at the age of eighteen, she has been working for the bank every day, never thinking about her own affairs.
The reward she brought to the bank mother should not be this little, and the bank mother would not treat her like this.
It is the reviewers behind this electronic face who have lost their minds and distorted the meaning of the bank mother...
They couldn't just give up on her, and they couldn't throw her into some trash can.
Judy Dickinson is a bank kid, and her bank mother wouldn't treat her like this.
"I need a chance." Judy kept saying, "I'm not done yet, I need a chance."
"Vice Captain Dickinson, your appeal has been processed, and the result is to maintain the original transfer. Thank you for your return to the bank mother, and I hope you will continue to contribute."
After saying this, the electronically synthesized face on the communication screen disappeared, and there was silence in the review room.
Judy sat in a chair and was stunned for a while, but she didn't yell like the person just now.
She stood up, opened the door of the review room and walked out. Suddenly, an idea surged uncontrollably in her mind: Go to the street to find a doctor. There are those kinds of neurotherapists on the street, the three-leg area, and the neurosurgery of the Eastern Turks...
The streets, where she first came from, were a place that constantly caused trouble for banks and disrupted the order of Flowing Light City.
At this time, Judy saw a man walking out of the previous judging room in despair.
But she happened to know that person, Helan from the Thunderstorm Team, warrior profession. They wiped out another wilderness tribe, the Ronin Guild. I heard that there were also serious casualties. Was Helan's nerves also damaged?
"What's going on, PTSD?" Judy walked over and asked, wanting to know, but her voice was still cold.
"My nerves are broken." Helan said, with a unshaven face and a dull expression. "The prosthetic casing can't be used. Judy, I was kicked out. They asked me to be the driver supervisor in the freight area, in charge of freight.
Damn it."
Helan showed a complicated smile, like a sneer, but also like a mockery, "A big freight guy."
"They told me that I am going to work as a security guard..." Judy said hoarsely, "I want to appeal to the joint district again..."
"Judy, please don't be so naive. The Union District will not pay attention to us pawns. Your appeal will not pass at all and will be dismissed immediately. Can you go to the Union District? Who can you go to?"
The more He Lan talked, the more frustrated he became, and the more he felt a little frustrated, "It's over, the bank mother has given up on us. Haha, the street is right this time. How important we thought we were is not at all."
"It's just that some people are corrupt. It has nothing to do with Mother Bank." Judy suddenly said in a deep voice, "If it weren't for mother, you and I would have starved to death on the street. Helan, everything we have is given by mother."
"Judy, the bank wants us all to think so." Helan became more and more rebellious as he spoke, as if his mind was infected with a virus from the streets or the wilderness, "Don't we never work? Why is it all given by mother?
?”
He kept sneering, "Aren't we the ones rushing into the wilderness? It's those people who were partying in the garden!"
"Helan, you are going too far." Judy said slowly, "You may really need to take a rest."
"That's what you say." Helan looked at her playfully, "Then you can become a security guard, it will save you trouble."
At this time, other people passed by in the corridor, and both of them stopped talking.
It wasn't until the surrounding area became quiet that Judy asked softly: "Do you know of any good neurologists on the street?"
"Stop dreaming." Helan did not have any hope in this regard, and did not want to talk about this topic with her, "If we can be cured, will the bank give up on us? Six-speed gears are not common, Judy
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Judy watched Helan dragging her staggering steps towards the elevator. She stood in the corridor and didn't move for a long time.
She suddenly thought of Dead Clade Walking.
This comes from the paleontological term "dead branch wandering", which means that although a monophyletic group luckily escaped mass extinction, it still failed to survive the recovery period, and finally could not escape the fate of extinction.