Chapter 133: Do you dare to fight Master Arasaka's dog?
The Uzumaki gang's fire came very quickly, but it also left very quickly. The matter was not resolved. The opponent left corpses on the ground and retreated. I gathered a group of good players to take the initiative to clear the opponent's territory. The battle continued for another week, and the Uzumaki gang retreated.
With only a few stinkers left in hiding, this chaotic and crazy gang has been wiped out from the streets of Night City, the third underworld group to be wiped out.
Everything seems to be getting better, step by step, the series of tasks is still going on, and the last step is probably when I take office as mayor.
Once when I was a guest at Misty's psychic house, we chatted and asked her to divine for me, just for fun. She suddenly told me: Prophet Gary was dead.
When I heard the news, I didn't even remember who Gary was.
A person died in Night City. Not many people cared.
Gary is a beggar. The difference between him and the tens of thousands of beggars in Night City is that he always says some weird things. Other homeless people will also say weird sentences that no one can understand, but none of them
It can be said that what he said is as clear-cut as the prophet Gary, and he says the same thing every day, which excludes the possibility that he is talking nonsense, and he is really promoting his prophecy.
He always claims to be exposing the company's conspiracy. What he says is like a long post-modern poem that makes people frown. There are metaphors such as aliens and vampires. Even he himself can't understand what these things imply.
Gary always huddles in the short alley, his mattress is placed in front of the vending machine, surrounded by empty cans, rotten lunch boxes and cigarette butts. He works hard to maintain his dignity because this is a "truth"
The etiquette that a "communicator" should have, the official period of the city's pipelines always surrounds him, this middle-aged man is shouting loudly, no one around him looks at him as he comes and goes, it seems that he is just a smoke in the smoke
ghost.
Such an interesting wanderer died. I heard from other beggars that he was taken away by someone. By a man with blue eyes and a suit.
It turns out that Prophet Gary has an exclamation mark above his head. He has a mission, but it seems that I messed up.
Gary is near Lao Wei's clinic. Every time I come here, I always listen to his nonsense, and sometimes I donate a small amount of money to him, like a few hundred euros. I appreciate his courage to speak out and criticize the company's behavior. It's just that
Now we can no longer see him continuing to expose the company's conspiracy.
He disappeared. What is the difference between disappearing in Night City and dying? There is no difference. His disciples are raising funds and want to build a monument to Gary.
I donated a sum of money. It's okay because I am indeed rich now.
The disciple told me that Gary had always remembered my kindness, so he had something to give me and another sentence.
The thing is an encryption chip. I don’t know where he got it from. It is very advanced and cannot be cracked by ordinary hackers. It is certainly not a problem for me. The content of the chip is some weird poems, but the first letter of each sentence
Together they become one sentence: Project Oracle Instructions Execution Plan
——What does it mean? I don’t quite understand.
The last words left to me by the prophet Gary were: One day, they will come to the earth, silently, and cover the sky with darkness.
The disciples warned me to hide the chip and not let anyone know about it.
So why did Gary disappear? The reason may be that he knew too much.
If I could find his body, I might be able to trace the cause of his death with a pocket watch, but he just disappeared, like a forgotten memory, with nothing to prove his existence.
"You seem to be very unhappy, V. I happen to know what can make you happy. How about a small bottle of cola? Don't be sad, man, I bought this cup." The vending machine winked at me.
"Thanks Brandon." I opened the Coke and took a few sips slowly, "Actually, I'm not unhappy, I'm just thinking."
"Ah, thinking, human thinking will always bring you pain. What's wrong with giving up thinking sometimes? Of course, I am not qualified to comfort you from the perspective of an outsider. But if you need someone to talk to
If you are your partner, then I will always be with you and you can always trust me, tight-lipped Brandon, that’s what everyone calls me.”
"No, thank you for sitting with me for a while."
"I should thank you, dear lady, are you leaving now? Then please be careful along the way."
"Why do you say that?"
A worried emoji appeared on Brandon's screen, and he hesitantly said, "I always feel like something bad is going to happen to you."
"Brandon, when did you start to have your own intelligence?"
"I don't remember."
"Then I think this should be a good question. Are you interested in following me? It would be a pity if a talking vending machine like you is picked up as junk by a passerby one day."
"V, I just want to do something that makes me happy. What's wrong with staying here and selling drinks? I can also chat with the ladies passing by. If a vending machine has a mission, then my mission is to sell
drinks."
"If you are just a vending machine, then that is true, but you are alive and you have a soul, Brandon, do you know what this means? In this post-Internet era, your presence is of great significance. Even involving
The safety of the entire world."
"But my mission is to sell drinks. That's the only thing I want to do."
"Brandon, think about yourself, day after day, watching people come here to buy soda, and what day, what second, who pressed what button, and it makes you think, oh, maybe I should talk to the customer
Are you talking about this idea?"
Brandon's expression became very sad, and the sad emojis made me secretly laugh. But he said, "V, I remembered a little bit. But it's not about the vending machine. I have a story, do you want to hear it?"
"Then tell me. I'm also tight-lipped."
"No one needs to keep this story secret."
In this day and age, people will do terrible things to make an eye-popping Mewtwo movie.
Times have not changed and have always been the same. That’s what Brandon told me. As he narrated, the pocket watch vibrated. Brandon’s voice was mixed with an increasingly obvious sound of electricity, as if he was being strongly disturbed.
"There was a young man named Brandon, a salesman who had just entered the industry. He died in Night City. The person who killed him made the process into Mewtwo."
It's really a tough job.
"Oh, Brandon, you don't have to do this. I'm so sorry for you."
"V, for the sake of that poor young salesman, would you like to buy a drink?"
“You’re not making up stories to get money by saying so much, are you?”
"Every word I said is completely true, witnessed by God." Brandon fell silent.
The pocket watch was vibrating violently. When I opened the cover, a white soul flew out of it, circled twice in the air, and then landed in front of the vending machine. It was the broken corpse of a young man.
Johnny summarized the situation, "So the chatterbox in this vending machine is actually a human being?"
"It looks a lot like you."
"Fuck you V, I'm Johnny Silverhand, and he's just a little salesman."
"I haven't seen you die more gracefully than him. We are both dead, can't we be more tolerant to each other?"
"Stop talking nonsense, use your pocket watch to see what happened to this dead man."
I did watch it, but Johnny and I both regretted it.
"It's so disgusting. The victims, the moviegoers, and the crazy torturers. These villains from the Uzumaki Gang died too easily."
Johnny was silent for a while, "I have a question."
"What?"
"How did this young man's consciousness become an AI?" He smoked a cigarette. "He is almost dead at this moment, so how was his consciousness uploaded?"
"I have the answer. Look at what that man is holding." I pointed out to Johnny a gangster on the edge of the crowd. He was holding a special device in his hand.
Johnny cursed, "The Uzumaki Gang and Arasaka are basically the same group, damn! I know this guy."
"It's for uploading consciousness, right?"
"That's right, this is what burned my brain to ashes in the first place."
"It seems that I killed Arasaka's dogs. I don't know how they will react."
"Are you scared?"
"At worst, just clear Arasaka Tower alone." That's what I said.