Johnny seemed to have made an incredible discovery, "V, think about yourself, why wasn't your memory erased by the plot?"
"I don't know. Because I'm a nice person?"
"Don't talk nonsense, let's be serious." Johnny stroked the data cable that connected me to Panan. The slightly hot and numb pulse made me feel phantom pain. "You have this ability. Once you disconnect, this chick will
She can't move, but when you connect to her, you can even trigger the plot. Why is this? The secret is in you, in your neural architecture."
"This is a bit..."
"Think carefully, when did you start to become different? Different from everyone else."
"..."
I know when it was when Lu Zongping gave me the chip.
Johnny touched my cheek with his cold mechanical palm. It was clearly a digital phantom, but it actually made me feel the hard touch. "V, do you remember the monk we met?"
"You mean the one who cheated money?"
There are many weirdos in the City of Night, and monks are one of them. They reject all prosthetic transformations and advocate returning to the natural state of human beings. They are a group of social idlers who have little productive capacity and do not cause much trouble. I have no religious beliefs.
My teacher despises religion, and my friend Lu Zongping especially hates Buddhist things. But I always have a fun-loving attitude towards these old feudalism.
I regard them as beggars, because these ancient salvations cannot transcend the souls of modern people. Losing their doctrine and following simple precepts only gives them some dignity that others cannot understand when they wander, and cannot change them from production practice.
Purely the essence of being a social parasite.
And because I am rich, when these beggars try to beg from me with all kinds of sweet words, I will always agree. After all, in addition to being rich, I am also very generous. To me, the money is really just a number. No matter where it is.
Even if the weather turns to zero, I can still survive on my own merits, so I give it to others. I don’t have any mental barriers at all, and I will give it to anyone who comes to me for money. People call me Ye Cheng Hu Baoyi, a good person.
The monk Johnny mentioned was an old man. The first time I saw him was in the Heywood Valley area. He was sitting on a cement bench that can be seen everywhere in Concord Park, chanting scriptures softly, waiting for me to approach.
At that time, he suddenly shouted: "The soul of an individual will disappear one day. The ships in the sea retain the marks of the old times. People who are about to die. The world is trying to forget you. This will make you fall into arrogant loneliness. You need
Help, and I can help you."
Looking back now, my communication with this old monk is still vivid in my mind. Unfortunately, I can't remember his appearance. I just have a rough impression that he is a tall, slightly fat, soft guy with good skin and a
He wears brown and transparent reading glasses, and his attitude is very demure.
If such a person does not meet again for a while, he will probably completely forget about it. There are so many new things in Night City that people will be lost in the psychedelic current and smoke again without even having time to say a few words to the passers-by.
But I met this old monk several times, which made me remember him all the time.
When we first met, he said, "You have incredible great power in your body. This is part of the eternal and immeasurable wealth left by a Bodhisattva who once existed but eventually disappeared. This wonderful power can help you save your life."
Life can change the pattern of the world, bring the heart to a pure and natural state, and also save all those who are suffering."
"That's so ridiculous? How come I didn't know I was so awesome?"
"You are different from everyone else. Perhaps you have realized that, whether you are aware of it or not, the wealth in your body has already made a huge impact on your experience."
"so what?"
"When one day you face a difficult choice, will you choose to sacrifice yourself?"
"I don't know, it depends on my mood."
"I can help you find the strength within you."
"Okay, so where do the charging standards come from?"
"Any way you can give back is fine."
Johnny snapped his fingers, "Come to your senses, V, this chick has already opened the door."
"Oh well."
"What are you thinking about so much?"
"The monk you mentioned, he taught me meditation at that time, and I seemed to have found what he was talking about."
"That thing? Which thing?"
"Right in my nervous system is a special piece of data that I have never downloaded."
"What is the content?"
"I can't crack it, the encryption is very good..."
"It can't be a wild virus, right?" Johnny was overjoyed.
Who knows.
"Let's go, Panang, what should we do next?"
…
After helping Adecado grab the demon lizard, I started preparing to run for mayor again. At the same time, I was also looking for the mysterious monk. I had a feeling that he, like Lu Zongping, was someone outside the game. Now
The only problem is, Panam is still unconscious. I have to take her with me everywhere. She is such a big girl.
In fact, I could have just left her aside. She was protected by a magical elixir, and nothing could harm her, except a basin of water - to wash away the elixir.
These days, because I keep pointing out the fact to everyone that we are living in a game, more and more people are unconscious. When I am kind, I will pick them up and take them back to the apartment, place them in rows on the bed, and then squeeze out
A little elixir to protect their souls. They are all sleeping beauties.
It may sound weird, but it's part of the experiment.
When these people are unconscious, people around them will ignore their existence. Unless they are important plot characters like Panam and Judy, these people will just disappear. Their bodies are still on the ground, and people around them will avoid them when they pass by.
, but just turn a blind eye. This may be the plot's way of erasing a person.
Johnny is right, I am different from the people around me, I am not directly affected by the plot, and even through the data connection with me, these victims can return to normal to a certain extent.
After we grabbed the demon lizard, we spent some time assembling it. Panan lay on my back and directed the tribe members to carry out repair work. Thor also came. He had woken up, but his mind had been tampered with by the plot.
I was furious at Panan for snatching the demon lizard privately, and I sent him into a coma in just a few words.
It's good. Now I can shut down NPCs with just one sentence, and I can also use some method to help them gain free will. What kind of player am I? Maybe calling myself an administrator, or V-BUG is more appropriate.
After the repair of the Demon Lizard is completed, a test drive is required. A war machine like this requires two drivers to operate at full power, one is responsible for driving and the other is responsible for controlling the weapon. The machine combines senses through neural links, allowing the Demon Lizard to become a driver.
The two pilots can also feel each other's nerve impulses during this process, and each other's sensory signals will be shared. This experience is really good, and it made me feel like I was operating a mecha.
The turning point came at this time. When Panan and I had a deep sensory connection through the demon lizard's system, she actually woke up completely.
"Holy shit...V, I seem to have had a very long dream..."