Cyberpunk: 2075

After discovering his golden finger ability in 2075, which he could get by installing a translator, Carl was a little excited, because he had been ready to face this messy world naked and innocent, but before facing it, he knew that he was actually wearing a pair of underwear, which was enough to be considered a comfort.

He was not a guy who drank too much "water of life", so he would naturally feel at ease if he was fine.

Okay, after adjusting his mood, what should he do next.

After thinking for a while, Carl had the answer.

In short, first get a place to live and enough food to eat a few meals... Well, I have to get some mobile communicators or something. I don't know if there are any normal mobile phones for sale in this world except for the installation and external prosthesis.

Carl didn't have the idea of ​​relying on his own body to fight against the machine. If he could install a prosthesis, he would definitely install it, but just thinking about it, you can know that the high-tech must be very expensive. Maybe the old thing will be cheaper?

Of course, it may also be that it is too old and has become more expensive.

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While thinking, Carl walked back to the guy who had urinated and was confused before and had collapsed on the ground.

Carl noticed that the young man with a green cockscomb and iron sheets on both sides of his cheeks, who looked to be about 25 or 26 years old, had a pistol dropped by his hand.

‘Jun... Ke... Dun. ’

Hmm?

Carl felt as if he saw something on the pistol, but it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

This doubt made him look at the pistol intently, and what he didn’t expect was that when he looked at the pistol, words that he could understand appeared in his eyes.

[Military Technology M-10 AF Lexington]: A military technology product, a light and easy-to-use, small-sized kinetic pistol with low recoil, suitable for subduing people.

Oh, it seems that my golden finger can not only understand the meaning of words, but also weapons.

Then can it be used to look at people?

With this idea in mind, Carl looked at the young man with a green cockscomb, and the same words appeared in front of him.

[Insufficient Intelligence]

Insufficient Intelligence?

Why is there insufficient intelligence? Is there any difference between people and weapons...

Just when thinking this, Carl's mind flashed, and he suddenly understood why.

In order to verify this idea, he looked at other people passing by, and in his gaze, the words displayed by each person were insufficient information, but some of the weapons they carried on their waists could be seen by Carl, and some also showed insufficient information.

'So that's it. ’

Carl figured it out. This golden finger was not a translator. It was just a summary of his memory. Carl had seen those words and heard those words before. His golden finger summarized the meaning of those words in his mind, dug out those things buried deep in his mind, and translated them for him.

The reason why Carl could figure it out was because he remembered that he had seen the introduction of the weapon Lexington in the advance information about the game, and that introduction was exactly the same as what he saw now.

To a certain extent, it was an automatic memory that helped him summarize his memories.

Not a bad ability, the function has exceeded that of a simple translator.

Carl stared at the Lexington, then looked at the green-haired cockscomb lying over there, and after thinking for a while, he still didn't pick up the weapon.

This is not because he has a noble bottom line, but because Carl found that this guy's body was still shaking.

What if this guy suddenly wakes up and subconsciously grabs the gun to shoot himself?

‘Let’s think of other ways...’

Just when Carl was thinking this, he suddenly found that the green-haired cockscomb in front of him stopped shaking, and then the words he was looking at changed.

[Dead, cause of death, excessive drug use]

....

Carl looked around the other places around him. He was next to the garbage dump of this apartment building. There were basically no people there, in other words.

“Generally speaking, the dead are the greatest, but for me now, the living are the greatest. Sorry to bother you.”

Picking up the pistol from the ground, Carl found that as the green-haired cockscomb stopped shaking, some colorful pieces of paper slipped out of his pocket.

[Euro]

“You are quite polite.”

After accepting the total of 230 euros, Carl saluted the green-haired cockscomb as a tribute, and turned away.

He had memorized his appearance, and he would remember this mess of kindness.

‘If you still have relatives, then when I have the ability to find them myself, I will repay your relatives. ’

Karl was not a person of high moral character. He simply believed that a favor should be repaid and a grudge should be avenged, although in the true sense, he was stealing.

Hiding Lexington under his clothes, Carl, wearing a black coat, walked towards the elevator. In short, let's take it one step at a time and look for places on the street to get mobile phones or similar items. In this future world, even monks need receivers that can receive offerings.

Entering the noisy elevator playing various GGs, Carl pressed the descending button. As the elevator continued to fall, the little light from the dilapidated door of the elevator was reflected on his face, making his expression look vague and illusory.

"Boom."

Amid the distortion sound caused by the old machinery, the elevator door was opened, and Carl walked out of the super skyscraper.

What caught his eyes was light.

Colorful, shining on the tall buildings and the bustling crowd.

Night City is located in the Free State of Northern California, on the Del Coronado Bay on the west coast of the United States. It has been described as a city of dreams and a capital of crime. However, when Carl saw the real Night City, his first impression was something that was absolutely inconsistent with it, and even a little ridiculous.

City of Lights.

A city full of light.

It was too dazzling, a little blinding.

Carl looked at the city and suddenly smiled.

But whether it was the City of Dreams, the Capital of Crime, the City of Lights, or the City of Night, it didn't matter.

Because he already existed in this city.

Anyway, I'm here.

Carl closed his eyes and faced the sky, then lowered his head and opened his eyes to look at the street again.

I, Carl, am here!