Nothing is possible, Johnny, what are you talking about?
"She is straight, do you understand? You are a double, I really don't understand your brain circuit. Do you want to fall in love with someone pretty when you see her?"
I am simply appreciating the beauty of human beings. You stinky men who engage in gender narratives know how to deal with it!
"Let me do the math, how many people have you fucked with during your free time? Wow, I can't even count them!"
You still have the nerve to accuse me! When you were a rock musician, how many flesh and blood surrounded you all day long!
"You know nothing! That's called art!"
I have never seen art done in bed!
"They have sex with me because of art! They are not having sex with me, but with art!"
It’s better to leave this kind of talk to the police!
I don't intend to argue with Johnny, a bitch, it's not worth it. If he were alive, then maybe I could scold him to death, but he is already dead, and being angry with him would be a waste of life.
The float car was completely exhausted, and it wandered down towards the unobstructed desert.
Then Adecado's rescue team rushed over to help. Maybe it was because of the autumn wind, I don't know. Anyway, if it is profitable, the wanderers of the tribe will not miss the God-given opportunity. The radio is full of their communication sounds, Pa
Nan was anxious, but due to pulse interference, her signal could not be transmitted. By the time we arrived at the crash point of the float vehicle, the battle was over.
Scorpion died, not only him, but also the entire rescue team was wiped out. Only Mitch was captured and barely survived.
I'm not familiar with them. I won't be sad no matter how many people die. Panan is heartbroken.
I have to say that Scorpion’s motorcycle is pretty good. With it, I can brag to Jack, and it’s much more convenient to race around the Night City. Scorpion’s body was burning in the car under the cliff. When I rushed to the funeral that day, the fog was still there.
Very big, when I got to the place, the fog
All the energy is gone. The scorpion died inexplicably. Night City always eats people carelessly, just like a lion pounces on a person. Sometimes you can survive because it is not hungry. The scorpion, give it to me after death.
The impression left behind is more complex and vivid than when he was alive.
"V, what do you want to say?"
I shook my head.
After Scorpion's funeral, I stayed in the tribe for two days. I still wanted to persuade Panan to go to Night City with me to start a life, but she seemed to be determined to stay here. The tribe leader Thor and her had different political opinions.
It's all housework. In other people's eyes, Panang is just a
She is a rebellious girl. But she is indeed very popular in the tribe. I once heard the mercenaries in the afterlife say that the wanderers are like a group of lions. When a new leader appears, the tribe will be divided into clear factions. Their support for their companions
No effort is spared and no reservations are made.
I estimate in my heart that Panan may become the new leader. She is a responsible girl. She loves her tribe mates deeply. They are like family members. She spends her days wandering the streets in Night City and is familiar with the people in the gang.
, getting to know the neighbors well, everyone huddles together on the ground floor to keep warm.
.Those petty bourgeoisie young people often make some strange remarks, saying that they envy the lives of ordinary people, helping each other like a big family. No, what they envy is the collective they imagined in their minds, which can provide them with endless benefits.
To warm the modern empty soul.
Ever since I was a kid, the place that made me feel warm was Lu Zongping’s Birdman’s Bar. Strangely enough, as soon as I left the bottom floor, I immediately wanted to cut ties with the past, just like a sleeper waking up from a sweet dream.
Everyone is like this. After becoming prosperous, they no longer want to recall the difficult days of the past. Only that bar and the Afterlife Nightclub can't compare to the feeling given there.
Panan invited me to drink at the tribe's bar. It was like this every day. I stayed here mainly to help her upgrade her car Tingwei. To be honest, the roof-mounted cannon is really hard to use and so unstable.
Sooner or later, weapons will cause some pain to the user.
She likes me more and more, but not in the way I expected.
Johnny can make sarcastic remarks, and he pretends to be mixing drinks behind the bar, but only he can drink what he mixes, and digital alcohol cannot intoxicate the soul of Night City.
It's time for me to go.
But as soon as I got up, the biochip in my brain gave me a hard punch. I was in terrible pain. If giving birth to a child in the future is half as painful as this, I will definitely not give birth. Every time it feels like ten thousand children are going to die.
It was like something was popping up in my head. It was very embarrassing to faint from the pain.
As the plot continues to progress, the frequency of headaches increases, and the biochip continues to corrode my nervous system, which is really terrible. I may have no time to regret it. The headaches that are fixed at least once a day force me to solve the plot, otherwise it will kill me alive.
It hurts like hell, but it's not worth it.
By the time I woke up, it was already the next day. The weather in Badland was overcast and windy. The radio weather forecast said there would be rainfall in many areas of Night City.
At that time, I was still lying in bed, without opening my eyes, when a call came from Judy Alvarez, saying that Evelyn had committed suicide and that she hoped I could come over as soon as possible.
I said, "Okay, come right away." But I didn't want to go there at all. Evelin died when she died. Her fate was miserable. Poor girl, life forced her to have no choice, and she got herself involved in Arasaka's life.
What happened, the slightest repercussions could kill her.
Judy's tone on the phone was very bad, and her expression in the video was also ugly. It looked like she had shed a lot of tears.
I don't care.
How sad and sad she is has nothing to do with me. It was Evelyn who messed up all of this. I was prosperous in Night City, but now my life is completely ruined just because of one of her bad commissions.
.Not only was it ruined, it was completely turned into a lie. Now she is dead, but who cares about my life?
The plot doesn't treat me as a human being, and these NPCs controlled by the plot don't treat me as a human being either.
"V, don't be angry."
Why can't I be angry? Just what you said to Johnny Silverhand, can't I be angry?
"You can't spread your grievances on others, it's very childish. What's that bullshit saying? Life gives you a lemon, you make lemonade out of it. Just look at it. Your life is at stake anyway, so why not
Satisfy and satisfy the needs of the people around you. Think of it as doing good deeds."
It's so easy to say. I didn't expect you to be a psychotherapist. You cold-blooded electronic bastard, what position do you have to accuse me? Without you, I wouldn't have to suffer all this!
"If it weren't for me, you would have died long ago! Died in the garbage dump, your body rotten into a pile."
"Are you awake? V? It scared me. Are you feeling better?" Panan's palms were rough and warm.
I don't want to say anything.
In the blind darkness, Panan kept touching my cheek, just like my mother did.
"What's going on with your body? You vomited blood yesterday." It's a blessing for a cool girl like her to comfort others, but I don't need anyone's comfort.
"If you have any trouble, just tell us, Adecado will always stand behind you."
