Chapter 116: God's to God, and the world's to me V
Plot, players, with these conjectures, some things will fall into place.
But before the actual experiment, I still have some questions that remain unanswered.
Some of the doubts here are actually a lot of doubts.
What is the purpose of the plot? Are the players alone or in a group? Where are the bodies of Dexter’s horsemen? What are the identities of Lu Zongping and his extended family?
"Hey, V, you're getting carried away again."
No way!
"You're almost bubbling, and you still say no? What are you thinking about? Tell me and listen."
I'm thinking, now that we have found the trick, we can get it done soon. When the time comes, you can just go back to the chip and stay there, while I, after a trough in life, have risen again, and Night City is still the same.
Tessie.
"Stop dreaming. Do you really think you can escape unscathed? What, the first day you come out?" Johnny always knows how to spoil the fun, "You know? If I were you, don't be in such a hurry.
Die."
What do you want to say?
Johnny was leaning against the window sill and smoking. The light leaking through the blinds passed through his illusory figure, and there was no one on the ground. It inexplicably reminded me of the scenes described in some ancient novels of the twentieth century.
There were those afternoons at the community school run by Lu Zongping.
"Anyway, as long as you don't advance the plot, you won't be dead for a while. Why don't you worry about the players and not, and let's go and make a big mess. They say you feel unhappy before you die. I'm sorry for the great life God gave us."
Which philosopher said this?
"Johnny Silverhand, that's who he is."
Okay, I couldn’t agree more.
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Where to start?
I am V, a street gangster and a mercenary in Night City. I don’t care about politics. I don’t care about the United States or the Soviet Union. My daily entertainment is very limited. I don’t like to read. I rarely spend time on fitness. I mostly use
I'm thinking about cyberspace and game philosophy. But I'm quite concerned about money. I basically don't lose any of the deals assigned to me by the middleman.
I used to be quite popular, but because I can't speak now, I always feel like there's a bit of silence around me. But my friends, I have a lot to say in my mind. It would be great if you could read your mind. I can chat with you.
I don’t carry the same thing all day long because
Because I am indeed a street legend: Hey, how can I put it, after all, it is rare to see a mercenary with such a good reputation. Now I am also nicknamed Night City Timely Rain, a character who Heywood calls Baoyi, who listened to me in the Afterlife Nightclub
Isn’t the name comparable to that of a big thumb?
Johnny's choice is right. If I don't touch the plot, time will stay on this day forever - which day is it specifically? I don't know, I really don't know. Probably the plot of the game I am in is an imaginary background, 2077
of summer.
The Relic chip still makes me feel uncomfortable for a while from time to time. It's nothing. Women have to endure a lot of pain. It's just one more kind of pain.
I tried writing a letter asking for help and posting a sign for help beside my bed, but it was of no use. No so-called "players" showed up to help me. Instead, I was laughed at by several friends who came to my home.
Perhaps the player cannot be as omnipotent and omniscient as the Lord Jesus and can help the suffering people.
Fortunately I had enough time to try it.
There are so many stories that happened during this period that I can't even count them, but I can't put them into words - hey, I know what they're talking about. It's my situation.
Maybe I should write down some of my interesting stories to make this memoir less boring. But please remember, don’t judge, life is a game, nothing more.
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So regarding God, I want to tell a chapter about sin and punishment.
Here's the thing.
The middleman Wakako Okada introduced me to a client named Bill Jablonski, who entrusted a good man to kill someone for him. The meeting place was near Martin Luther King Boulevard in the Santo Domingo Valley area.
At about ten o'clock in the morning, I arrived at the appointed place and saw the client.
Bill is a sad man with a broad forehead, messy hair, and a scruffy beard. When I saw him, Bill was leaning on the hood of his pickup truck and smoking a cigarette. He wore short sleeves and a fluorescent vest, cut-resistant gloves, jeans and high boots.
He is dressed like a typical bottom proletarian worker, with two gloomy eyes hidden under his drooping eyebrows. I know that people like him have anger in their hearts. There is no shortage of people like him in Night City. I have met thousands of customers.
Absolutely, Bill is not surprising.
When he saw me coming over, he threw the cigarette butt on the ground and carefully crushed it with the sole of his boot.
As a rule, I didn't speak and just stared at him.
"Were you introduced by He Gezi?" His tone was rough, but there was also a sense of caution. You could feel it just by listening to his words: This is a poor man who was forced to the end of his rope. He must be used to being cautious now.
Only when you can't stand the pain do you seek help from a professional like me.
"You don't like to talk much? Well, let's make a long story short. I want you to help me kill someone, the bastard Joshua Stevenson. I'll tell you the details on the way. You can drive."
I drive, which means there are no gunfights on the road - if I need to take action, these NPCs will always arrange for me to sit in the passenger seat. This is good and very worry-free.
Sitting in the car, Bill himself began to explain the plot: The thing is very simple. The murderer Joshua murdered Bill's wife. He was originally going to die, but he was bailed out with money. The justice system let our victims
Bill, the family member, was disappointed, so he decided to be the judge himself, and I was the executioner he invited.
The plan was very crude. In the eyes of a man like Bill, who lives an honest life, killing people means using a gun and banging it to scare away the company dog escorting the target, and then justice is carried out. While he said that the company dog is afraid of death, he asked me not to do it.
hurt them.
He asked me to meet here in advance just to wait for the car transporting Joshua to pass by.
Let me put it this way. The car that escorted Joshua was an NCPD patrol car, and the driver was a real police officer. Bill was so excited all the way, yelling at me not to lose him.
After driving through several intersections along the way, the patrol car was blocked by a trailer that suddenly broke down under an overpass. Just like when the Suez Canal was blocked, the trailer happened to be parked sideways in the middle of the road.
When Bill, the co-pilot, saw the patrol car being stopped, he was overjoyed and couldn't wait to stop the car.
He held a small Lexington pistol and approached the police car step by step, ignoring the warning.
Then he was shot dead.
It was at this time that the mission target Joshua appeared. He got out of the police car and shouted not to kill anyone, but it was already a step too late.
What a compassionate person. The murderer defended the killer. I once thought that the person I wanted to kill this time was actually named Gandhi.
This process happened very quickly. Because this is the plot - unless I strike first, Bill will definitely die. His death is to lure out Joshua. It seems that the key person in my mission is this
Gandhi friends.
Joshua Gandhi Stevenson was wearing a faded orange prison uniform, number 00636. He was a young man, thin and not tall. He looked like he was of mixed African descent. His skin was fair, but he had eye-catching features.
He has thick lips and a large number of tattoos, and is a typical night city street gangster, but his eyes are really different. He is a pious man, and anyone can see it.
The guilty world repented in prison, sincerely repented, and begged the victim’s family for forgiveness—if it ended here, it would be a simple cliche story. What really makes me feel awkward is that capital is involved in this
Atonement.
The man who paroled Joshua, Rachel Kasich, comes from Fourth Wall Studios, which produces top-notch Mewtwo movies.
Seeing this, it is not difficult to guess the whole story - The Fourth Wall Studio kept Joshua in order to shoot a Mewtwo film about crime and punishment. The name has already been chosen, it is called "Passion"
》.
Joshua's atonement was to crucify himself (the last person to do this appeared 2077 years ago, that is, Brother Jesus, nicknamed the Messiah by quacks), and I was his chosen nail hammer.
people.
After he is dead, this dreamlike film will remain, in the words of our friend Gandhi, to warn those who take the dark road, to allow the world to re-understand the Lord's grace, and to prove the existence of love.
To be honest, this is performance art.
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My commission is to kill Joshua.
But I am a curious person after all, and whether it is money or not is not that important at the moment. I just want to see how this plot is arranged.
Along the way, I witnessed his atonement. His mental state was extremely abnormal, as if some absolute spirit was poured into him. Joshua sought forgiveness like a saint, but he was basically a murderer, and now he is a murderer.
Psychotic murderer - yes, there is only one difference between him and the cyberpsychopaths who fell under my hands, and that is that his madness is hidden in his words and deeds. He has no gun in his hand, but it makes me feel worse than a hundred cannonballs.
horrible.
I'm not sure why this kind of plot is arranged in this game, it makes me feel sick to my stomach.
Before the filming of "Passion", Fourth Wall Studios made a claim for this film to witness the atonement of the contemporary Messiah, which triggered a collective protest from believers. That night, I walked through the angry crowd and came to the filming location.
Place.
To be honest, by the last part, I regretted it a little.
Rachel called me and told me that Stevenson had collapsed and needed my guidance—why would they find a mute to enlighten him?
But I still came. At this time, Joshua was shaking in the background, with only a piece of crotch cloth rolled up in his body. His mortal body was begging for forgiveness in front of the eternal holy death. I witnessed his tight strings, because
He seemed to gain strength from my silence and decided to continue filming.
What can I say, I just blame my curiosity, I already have a hammer and nails in my hands.
A pale human body covered with tattoos lay on the cross of the Lord, and Joshua murmured a prayer.
I still remember his inspiring speech: millions of people are addicted to electronic anesthesia, and children grow up in a world where gangs are rampant.
He wanted to prove the existence of the Lord with his death so that the world could receive salvation from the Lord.
There is no master, my friend.
Some are just plot.
Some are just players.
And as tools, do you and I have a choice?
I can't change your and Bill's fate, just as I can't change my own fate.
The crime and punishment of the plot have been decided before the story begins.
"What's wrong, V, what are you waiting for?"
Before I spoke, I took a good look at the surrounding scenery. Looking around, in a quiet blue darkness, the surging red lights lowly enveloped the cross. The human body on the shelf was covered with light and looked like it was freshly cut open.
of watermelon pulp. Lowering his head, the gold-plated necklace worn by Joshua shone like the sad tears in his eyes.
He is not like the Messiah, but like Isaac the Lamb.
Turn around and look, the photographer, director, actors, producers, these guys are hiding in the shadows, staring hungrily at the flesh and blood of the fool. They are like a group of high-ranking gourmets who are eager to enjoy their meal.
No one really cares about Joshua's sacrifice, NPCs don't care, players don't care, and the plot doesn't care. He plays his role, and capital plays the role of capital. The plot advances like a train running on the rails, breaking all obstacles, creating this
The game developers wrote such a script in order to let the players see how religion distorts the spiritual world of a criminal in this crazy world, and to let them see how capital drinks human blood unscrupulously.
These are all very good.
But I, I don't want to play my role anymore.
People cheered for the film and the actors' acting skills, but did anyone really care about the joys and sorrows of the characters in the film? The plot is a window. The wall behind the window is decorated with colorful flowers, and there is also a mirror hanging on it.
What I personally want to see.
Johnny is waiting on the sidelines, there will be a battle next, I will leave that to you.
He gave a thumbs up.
"What am I waiting for? I'll tell you what I'm waiting for." As I opened my mouth, the world in front of me fell into darkness and I couldn't see anything. Only silence accompanied me. "Fuck God, fuck Mewtwo."
Video, damn redemption, why should I listen to it?
Yours? Whoever you ask to die must die? You must also let him die willingly and feel that he deserves it. Is this what you perverts want to see? Fuck you! As long as I am here today, no one can
We cannot let him die, even if Jesus comes, it will be useless!”