The first thousand and twenty-eight chapters come to me
Mr. Blue Eyes, I have dealt with you, you should also know me.
It is worth stating that the blue-eyed gentleman who appeared in front of me is not the same person. Counting the fact that he came to see me today, this is the third blue-eyed gentleman I have seen. They all have the same hairstyle and the same clothes.
He is a middle-aged white man with a medium build, and his pair of blue eyes are particularly scary. Because of this prominent feature, people tend to ignore the difference in their appearance.
Where do they come from? Let’s make a bold guess. If Jefferson’s brain is completely controlled and his memory and personality are all formatted, what will be left behind? An empty shell. At this time, it is connected through external signals.
Enter the nervous system, overwrite the personality, and obtain a brand new individual, a puppet. This puppet takes orders from "them" and is even the carrier of "them".
The prosthetic eyes turn blue because they are transmitting data, so isn't "their" possession just like this?
It's really bad. This feeling is really bad. Just thinking about it makes me feel so bad.
These Leviathans hidden in the darkness, swimming quietly in the deep sea, should the world be like this? Let the gluttonous giants swallow everything, from blood and sweat, to the bone marrow of the body, and finally deprive our souls of the brain. Dignity has been
It has been sold, its ideas have been peddled, freedom has died violently on the muddy beaches of the West Coast, what is left for us?
Since this world is a game, I just feel that the game setting is a bit too scary.
"What do you want from me?"
The business smile on Mr. Blue Eyes' face is always standard and warm, specially customized for human customers. "I have a big business here. In the entire Night City, only Miss V can complete it."
"Let's talk about it. If the price is right, maybe I will accept it. Come on, guest, please take a seat. What would you like to drink?"
There is no special wine cabinet in the apartment, so I usually put the wine in the refrigerator compartment. At an angle that Mr. Blue Eyes cannot see, I secretly took out the elixir presented by Mina, poured out about three milliliters, soaked the cotton cloth, and then
Place the cotton cloth close to your body.
Looking in the mirror, the edges of my skin now have a slight golden sheen, a clear and warm glow.
Then I stood still, turned around slowly, raised the bottle of Bordeaux wine in my hand, and said, "Would you like some?"
"No, thank you. I don't drink when discussing business." Mr. Blue Eyes' expression is so stable and precise, and he is better at controlling details than the best gamblers. This makes it impossible for me to judge his mental activities from his appearance, and this kind of expression.
When dealing with East and West, we must abandon all past mindsets.
This disgusting gesture makes one want to shoot him in the face.
Killing the puppets won't help me defeat "them", but if there is no other way, I will do it, and that's the only thing I can do.
"Tell me about your business, I hope it will shine in my eyes."
Mr. Blue Eyes did not act as a quiet guest, he strolled around freely. My apartment is very small, standard small, so that one person will not feel depressed. If two people are active at the same time, they will definitely feel uncomfortable, and Blue Eyes
Mr. Eyes's casual gesture made me appear to be a customer, or in other words, I turned into a salesperson in a shopping mall in front of him.
What does his behavior imply? Is he showing more "humanity", or is he taking the opportunity to evaluate my information?
But he would never just want to go away for no reason. I am sure that all his actions are purposeful. But unless he confesses, I have no idea what his purpose is.
And he definitely knew what I was thinking. He knew I was speculating on him.
"There has been a legend circulating in Night City that there is a special program called Soul Killer that can erase a person's consciousness." Mr. Blue Eyes' smile became more and more kind, "Many people don't believe it, but this kind of thing
It does exist. Miss V, you should be familiar with it."
I'm really new to this stuff.
Johnny suddenly cursed something unpleasant, and he reacted violently, "V, don't listen to him."
But he hasn't said anything yet.
Next he said, "Ott Cunningham, a genius hacker, she developed this program and created a legend. But unfortunately, her details were leaked. There is no impermeable wall in the world."
.Arasaka Company was eyeing this technology, so they kidnapped her."
Johnny smoked a cigarette irritably and stared at me, his eyes red like burning coals, "Let him get out, get out now!"
Be quiet, Johnny, and let me finish.
"No one can refuse Arasaka Company, no one can stop Arasaka Company. At that time, this was an iron law. In Night City in 2023, Arasaka Company had absolute say. Ott Cunningham failed to keep her technology
, but she didn’t let Arasaka completely succeed. At least she uploaded her consciousness to the Internet and turned herself into an AI, thus holding back the Arasaka Technical Department. Originally, this deadlock would last for a long time, until..."
"Enough! Enough!" Johnny yelled at Mr. Blue Eyes, but who could hear his voice as an electronic ghost?
The dignified Johnny Silverhand, the legendary rock boy in Night City, who always seems to be indifferent, is now broken by Mr. Blue Eyes. He is unreasonably angry and extremely weak. Tough guys don't shed tears, they only cover up with anger.
sad
Sigh. If Johnny were going to cry, he would fill my apartment with tears, but he didn't cry, he just made so much noise that it knocked my head out. The Relic chip was malfunctioning, thanks to the magic pill that protects it.
I don't feel any pain or itching.
I just feel sorry for Johnny.
"What on earth do you want to say?"
Mr. Blue Eyes smiled, "We hope you can help us bring Ott Cunningham back and welcome her back from behind the black wall."
"It's interesting, but impossible. I don't plan to break the black wall. It's not fun to be targeted by network surveillance. Besides, once the black wall is broken, the flowing AI will collapse the broken Internet. No conscientious hacker will do this.
Kind of something."
"The network monitoring will not cause you any trouble, that's our guarantee. In addition, Ott Cunningham can help you solve the chip problem." Mr. Blue Eyes added, "Relic chip is what you get from Cangbi Building.
The time bomb that was stolen."
"Do you know everything?"
"No, but close." His expression finally changed, from gentle to arrogant and reserved. This subtle difference made my hair stand on end, just like witnessing an arthropod combing the fine and colorful bristles on its body.
I realized that this was my main storyline.
If I don’t take care of the mountain, the mountain will take care of me.