I have always admired Panan. I don’t mean to be condescending. As a player, there is always vanity when facing NPCs. But I, a self-proclaimed player, used to live in a daze like the people around me.
Life is wonderful. If you treat a hundred years as a game, anyone can be a player.
But I have woken up to the fact that the world is a game, while others are still ignorant.
Maybe I should save them? This idea was just a small pulse of current in the neural network at first, but it soon burned like a flame, burning my heart, leaving me speechless, at a loss what to do, and thinking again.
Yelling, wanting to cry again, now
I was so angry and excited at that time that I simply didn’t feel like myself anymore. Such an idea, I intuitively felt, could change my life. I have never had this feeling in my more than 20 years of life, a strong sense of mission.
It pierced me like an arrow from the future.
In fact, this idea has taken root in my mind a long time ago, but I have always buried it. Now it suddenly bursts out of the ground, and it is like releasing a magnetic storm in the neural grid, which makes me feel a little confused.
machine.
Maybe I should really save them.
When the NPC realizes that he is living in the game, what will happen to the game? Will the plot allow this direction?
Think about the air wall in the Kanbi Building and Jack's amnesia. Doesn't all this illustrate the intuitive and tough execution of the plot?
But I’m just not convinced. I’m not convinced at all. This broken game world is so linear and not open at all. Have you ever thought about how we players feel?
A fake game is like a scam, which makes people uninterested, but I must break the iron law of the plot.
"What are you thinking about? The expression on your face looks like you want to eat the steering wheel." Johnny asked dryly.
I was driving a Sword in the Stone racing on the highway. I had just left the city and the speed increased immediately after entering the bad land.
While driving at such a fast speed, my mind didn't pay attention to the road conditions at all.
Johnny stretched out his hand to hold the steering wheel, "Tell me, what are you thinking about?"
"Johnny, you also know that we are living a lie and this world is false."
"So what are you going to do?"
"I want to tell everyone the truth."
"The last person who shouted the truth on the streets died. His name was Gary."
"But he's just a homeless bum!"
"But the truth in his mouth is not as crazy as yours!" Johnny turned the steering wheel sharply to avoid an oncoming pickup truck. "Look! How disciplined and rigid are they in driving? If we don't avoid it, we will definitely die.
It crashed! What does this mean? It means that these drivers and these boring citizens are just simple programs, they are not human beings!"
"But they could be! Holy shit, Johnny, did you and I understand this world was fake from the beginning?"
"We are different, we are the protagonists!"
"I don't think so, really, Johnny. I have been observing for so many days, and I have been looking for weaknesses in the plot. I think I have some clues, and I just happened to go to Panan this time to verify these ideas.
Johnny, although this world is false, it is very strict. The plot is not the master of everything. It is not the God who created the world. It is more like a stupid manager. What we have to do is not to defeat the plot, what we have to do is to make it better.
Twist it and transform it into what we want it to be.”
"V, do you know about natural disasters?"
"how?"
"I still remember that not long ago, the leader of Adecado was kidnapped by the Sword Society. You and Panan rushed to rescue him and went through life and death."
"I remember, I also picked up a good gun." During the process of rescuing Adecado's leader Saul, I got a powerful gun. It has a name, it's called: Powerful Brick Flying.
I like the kinetic energy submachine gun with extremely fast firing rate.
"You sneaked into the camp together, rescued people, and then escaped in a car. Groups of night wanderers behind you also chased you in cars, leading to a shootout in the wilderness. Do you remember the weather at that time, right? Before setting off, you could vaguely see a sandstorm on the horizon.
Signs, like the horizon being lifted up, gray smoke rolling, waiting for you to get in the car, the storm's
The front end has passed, the strong wind is mixed with sand and gravel, it is almost as if you can't see your fingers, the world is dirty and dark, the air is suffocating, the sand comes in from the car door, from the car window, through any gap and hits your body. It hurts like
It felt like being pricked by small needles. Later, you got rid of the pursuers and took shelter in an abandoned farm cabin."
"Yes, the three of us were sweating profusely, dusty, tired and dirty. I went outside to connect the power, Panan repaired the heater, and Sol found a few bad magazines and some food. We barely managed
It took a long night."
"The storm kept blowing that night. You hid in a safe place, joked with your friends, and also made some jokes with Panan. She was grateful to you, but she is straight after all..."
"What on earth do you want to say?"
"I mean, when faced with a naturally straight woman like Panan, you can't bend her. When encountering the storm of the bad land, you can only avoid it. Human nature and natural disasters are the same. You
Knowing its existence, being tortured by it, traumatizing and painful, you can try to avoid it and try to remedy it afterwards, but
You can't stop it, and you can't make any substantial efforts. Can you turn the sandstorm around with just one sentence? Can you trick Panan into going to bed with a few words? You can't do it. The plot is like this, you feel it
It exists and you are tortured by it, but you can only avoid and obey."
"You're trying to persuade me to give up."
"It's up to you to decide whether to give up or not. I'm just giving you a vaccination so that you won't be devastated when faced with failure."
"That's not like you, Johnny."
"What's not like me?"
"Johnny Silverhand, the legend of Night City, a daring mercenary, you dared to blow up Arasaka Tower. People have always regarded you as a pioneer and role model of resistance, the embodiment of punk spirit. Your story
Sung by many people, your desperate efforts made many people see the fragile side of the company and made people re-examine their own value. You have accomplished all this, and there is a cocktail named after you in the afterlife nightclub, and you are a well-deserved big shot."
"Thank you for your praise, but now I'm just a dead person."
"Dead man? You weren't as quiet as you are now at first. We started fighting as soon as we met. You wanted to kill me, and I wanted to format you with just one click. But in the end, we stayed together like this.
Son, we will explore the truth together and experience any difficulties together. I don’t know how you evaluate me in your heart, but I regard you as a good comrade-in-arms."
Johnny put on his sunglasses and had an expressionless face. He and I held the steering wheel together and looked at the terrible world outside the car. No one spoke for a while.
"You are a silly girl. But you are not a bad person. I was supposed to bring you a lot of changes, but now it seems that you have changed me more. V, I have a question for you."
"... Just tell me."
"Fifty years ago, during the Mexican conflict, I was still a top soldier and joined the company's army without realizing it. Later I discovered that fighting was always a bad deal, and it was always the common people who suffered the damage, so I
He ran away, was caught, and was imprisoned in a room
In the house, I just lie on the bed every day, staring at the ceiling fan spinning in circles, and my brain feels like water. Looking back now, I still feel stuffy, damp, and suffocating. Let me ask you, what if one day we were in the house?
Fighting side by side on the battlefield, will you take a bullet for me?"
"Hey, I can."
"Thank you. Then let's trade one life for another. You can do whatever you want, and I will stay with you until the end."
"Fuck you Johnny, what are you talking about?"
"Don't be such a pussy, V."
"It would be great if you were still alive. I really want to kiss you. That's it, rock boy. We made an appointment. No one can leave the other for the rest of the way."