Someone is playing with the watch cover, click, click, open and close it again, click, click. I don't have much energy at the moment and can't open my eyes.
"Don't sleep. Get up."
I'm not familiar with this person's voice. At first I thought it was Lu Zongping, but I'm very familiar with his voice, so that's not the case. In fact, it doesn't sound like Johnny, but I thought only Johnny would bother me so much.
"Who are you?"
When I asked this sentence, my vision disappeared.
But I saw that person.
A man with red hair and gold lipstick. I know this man, he is V, and he is me.
"Am I dreaming?"
"You don't seem to welcome me." The man sat on the matrix projection, imitating the look of a meditator, and kept staring at the pocket watch in his hand, which was a gift from Lu Zongping.
"You are fake."
The man came over and grabbed my collar. It was strange that I had such a real feeling when I was dreaming, "Why don't you complete the mission! You should complete the mission! Let Night City end its mission!"
"What I hate most is that others force me to do things. If you are me too, you should know this well."
"Then you are willing to die here? How does it feel to be an avatar? It must be unbearable for you. Look at you, if you don't have 200 ml of alcohol in your blood, you can't sleep at all. Can you still live like this?
How long has passed? To the people around you, time seems to have not moved, and you have been tortured countless times on the same day. Can you really endure all this?"
Fuck you, "What does it have to do with you? Isn't it good for me to be free? Don't pretend to persuade me here."
"I know what you are afraid of. You feel that if you don't promote the plot, future suffering and tragedy will not happen, but this is not a good idea. The plot is like a slow-moving glacier. You can pretend to be hiding in a wooden shed.
It doesn’t exist, but by the time it overwhelms you, it’s too late.”
"Who are you? My fantasy, or the incarnation of the plot?"
"I am you."
Impossible. "I don't accept this statement. How could a person come out and tell me these things for no reason? There must be a reason for your appearance. If you think you can fool me in this way, you are too foolish.
I'm a fool. Tell the truth. Who ordered you to come? Was it the plot, a player, or some other force?
Bring you in front of me. You want me to think that all this is a revelation from my own dream? Fuck you, hang a hundred Jesuses in front of me and I won't accept this, everyone.
Be honest, it's not your first day here. If you were me, we know everything about it. If you were not me, then I would never listen to your arrangements."
"Jack." The man suddenly called the person's name, but it sounded more like a priest reading the obituary of the deceased, "Jack is dead."
"What did you say?"
"In my world, Jack is dead."
"Oh, what a pity. It's a pity that Jack is not dead in my world."
"You know the columbarium? In North Oak, it's a place arranged by the living for the bones of the deceased. It's like a chest of drawers. After each person dies, there is only such a small area, as big as a small box. They are piled together.
It's really disgusting to see. You can go
Look, enter from the front, walk inside, and look to the right along the way. In the third row is the niche of Lucius Lane, the dead mayor, and his epitaph - a great man who was dedicated to the people. But
In fact we all know he's not. So just keep walking in."
Keep walking inside.
We arrived at the fourth row of columbarium.
One, two, three, four, five, six
Seven, the seventh column from right to left and the seventh row from bottom to top.
The projection screen on the memorial tablet was on, with the icon of the Valentino Gang and the two guns, and then the epitaph.
"Jack Wells
"Sleep well, dear prince."
damn it.
Johnny said, "Just scream out if you want to curse, and I'll take you back to the apartment." When he said this, he was sitting on the top of the columbarium, as if he were sitting on the throne of the dead.
I don't want to curse.
I just feel like vomiting.
Jack doesn’t know about his death yet. He was having a good time drinking with me yesterday. We are going to do business together, be big shots, and be guests of the nightclub in the next life. People there like us. If that Jack is real, before my eyes
Whose ashes are in this niche?
Another Jack, of course. I am mentally prepared for this. After all, this game must have been restarted. Not every time, I can save Jack, my good brother. But, I still can’t understand. Obviously in this world,
Jack is still alive.
Johnny, let's go.
"Do you have a plan?"
"Yes, let's finish the plot."
"Why did you suddenly change your mind? Just because of that strange dream? Don't believe that person, even if he is you in another world. You are not ready yet!"
"Okay, Johnny, you and I both know it from the bottom of our hearts. We will complete the plot one day. Just like people are mortal."
"Then you should wait until you have finished enjoying life before you die!"
"I'm not a human being, I'm just a slave, Johnny. Night City is only so big. I can't get out, and time can't pass. The friends and enemies around me are all stupid NPCs, and you, you don't even have a body."
No, it's like a ghost haunting me. I wake up in the morning from the pain of the damn chip, drink to sleep at night, wander the streets all day, doing some murder and theft business. The disgust of this city and its capital makes me sick
Some are fed up, I really don’t think this is life.”
"Then go, V, and be a true rebel. This time, we are not facing corporate dogs, we are facing the whole world!"
"You are really good at comforting people. When I think about the ending, it is really possible that I will die. This ending makes me feel sick from the bottom of my heart."
Johnny sighed slowly: Death is a disaster, this is the judgment of God. Otherwise, they would have died long ago.
Aristotle?
Johnny said: No, it's Sappho.
…
Let's get on with the mission.
Because I indulged myself for so long, I couldn’t remember what to do for a while.
But to be honest, I'm not very willing.
Now I have two clues at hand, one is the missing Evelyn Parker, and the other is Panam Palmer recommended by Ross. My purpose is very simple, which is to get rid of the chip - of course this is the setting of the script.
To be honest, I'm not very interested in either route.
I shouldn't continue to deny my goals like this.
If I could calm down, wouldn't this world be a playground for a player like me?
Even if I have to bear the consequences of my own death, what does that mean?
…
"Hey, what's your name?" Panan from the tribe is a healthy woman. Her skin is as dark as copper due to the scorching sun. I don't want to say anything more and continue to be my mute. Anyway, NPCs will always talk to themselves.
Going down.
"Hey! I'm fucking asking you something!"
Johnny laughed loudly, "She has character! It seems she is not a simple character!"
