Cyberpunk: 2075

"What, you don't have any chip receiver or operating system installed on you, and you don't even have a mobile phone?"

In the restaurant, hearing Karl say this, Oliver's glasses widened in disbelief and looked at Karl as if he were a freak.

He originally wanted to use the money in his account to repay Karl for saving his life. Unexpectedly, Karl told him that he did not have an online account, nor did he have any prosthetics installed on his body. He could not even modify the basic operating system to add a chip. None.

"Not even homeless people are like this anymore. Even monks who believe in not wearing prosthetic bodies will have some external receivers or mobile phones for storing incense money. In the end, are you a 'purebred person'?"

"That's not the case... You can think that I haven't been exposed to these in my previous living environment. It's troublesome to talk about it in detail. Do you have any way to install the operating system?"

"Of course there is a way. You can just find a prosthetic doctor to do it. Then if you want to transform yourself and add some prosthetics to yourself, it's no problem. This kind of thing is a trivial matter. It's just a problem that you have been exposed to since childhood. , I’m just surprised that you haven’t come into contact with it until now.”

"I want to find a prosthetic doctor now."

Karl, who was already full of Chinese cold noodles, drank the overly sweet "Little Coke". To be honest, he didn't like this kind of astringent Coke.

"Then wait for me a moment."

As Oliver spoke, his eyes began to flicker: "I'll check if there are any prosthetics doctors around here that are nearby and have good reputations. If it's in Santo Domingo, I guarantee that I can find four or five for you, but After all, this is the Watson District, and I'm not very familiar with it... Oh, there really is one, Victor-Victor. I seem to have heard this name somewhere. Well, it's less than a hundred meters away from our current restaurant. Want to go there?”

Victor?

Upon hearing this name, Karl already knew its information.

[Victor is a prosthetic doctor in Night City who runs a clinic in Little Chinatown. He seems to have been an illegal doctor for a period of time in the past]

Oh, old acquaintance.

Karl still has some impressions of Victor. From the information he knows, he is the prosthetic doctor of the protagonist V in 2077. Since he is the doctor of the protagonist, his skills are trustworthy.

"Then let's go there now."

"Don't be so hasty...you don't know the way!"

Feeling that his savior, whom he had just met and got along well with, was acting in a hurry, Oliver quickly followed him, walking beside him and leading the way.

While walking, he also told Karl about the price of the prosthetic body.

"Don't worry, my sister is a prosthetic doctor. I know the price and quality of prosthetics very well. Your money is more than enough to buy a parallel operating system of military technology. You can still have more money left. Buy something else, if this The price given by the prosthetic doctor is too outrageous, so we can just turn around and leave. I can’t trick you. It’s just an operating system anyway. Any doctor can do it. If it’s all a scam, I’ll take care of you. Go to my sister and make sure the price is fair.”

....

After Karl was silent for a while, he asked a question.

"Do you usually talk so much?"

"Didn't you save my life, and then I felt that we got along well? To be honest, I have been in the Sixth Street Gang for a week, but I still feel suffocated. I always emphasize what military style is. The trouble with the rules is so great, but in comparison, I still feel comfortable getting along with you."

"Your gender orientation shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"What are you talking about? My family is a traditional American family and we don't engage in such messy things. I am definitely a boy and I like girls. I have had two ex-girlfriends."

Xu was really restrained in the Sixth Street Gang and his personality was suppressed. After finally being freed because all his teammates died, Oliver seemed a bit chatty.

"Oh, I will most likely be talked about by the people above me when I go back this time. I have already reported the relevant matters to the gang. No matter what, I am the only one who survives. This will definitely be complained and criticized by the other dead people's families. After that, The people above may force you to Because of the pressure, he kicked me out of the gang. For the sake of my father, he would not kill me. He should let me get out of Santo Domingo. But I also happened to be tired of being in the Sixth Street Gang. This time It’s just a good time to get out of the confinement of home and do something free.”

"Even if it's not your fault, you still have to kill so many people and you're going to be kicked out of the gang?"

"Our vice-captain is an eggless, gold-plated cerebral palsy. He died happily with nothing in his crotch, but the gang has to give Will Cannon a picked-up egg to answer the question."

"Will Cannon?"

"We are a senior member of the Sixth Street Gang. The dead Gilded Boy was his nephew. I couldn't help it. I only found out his identity when I was eating just now. I really saw a ghost. I almost died on my first mission. , and then he was implicated by a stupid person."

While complaining, a smile appeared on Oliver's face, and then he touched Karl's body with his elbow: "Brother, what can you say, I will be broke and beg for food on the street soon. I owe you my life." For the sake of it, why don’t we do something together, such as becoming a mercenary or something?”

"I think your life is more than offset by one meal."

Carl's words were calm, but he was a little interested in Oliver's suggestion of working together: "But if we become mercenaries together, it doesn't matter... I never care. You are a local of Night City, and you have an acquaintance, which makes it convenient to complete missions."

"Then it's settled, buddy. In the future, we will form a sharpshooter team. You are responsible for the sharpshooter, and I will be responsible for reaching out to help you search for money?"

"I think your shooting skills are not bad."

"I can't compare with you."

Oliver said, and suddenly remembered something very important: "By the way, speaking of which, I have always called you brother, and I don't even know your name, how to call you."

"Carl, last name Ka, first name Er, just read it forward, no Erka, um, of course, you can also call me the action nickname you just thought of, I think in order not to expose too much in the future, you also You can call me by this code name."

"Code name, oh, I know, it's the same as the latter part of Johnny Silverhand, Morgan Blackhand, Adam Heavy Hammer, etc., right? Indeed, to become a mercenary, you have to be like these legends... But my name can be seen everywhere, I don't care about this kind of action nickname, what is your action nickname, I'll remember it."

"It's just a simple English letter."

Thinking of the letter V that belongs to the protagonist in his memory, Carl smiled and thought about his own name: "Call me KK."

"KK?"

"This is actually a code name that can be thought of my name. My name is Carl, so just start with K."

"Oh, that's it."

In fact, this is only one of the reasons. For Carl, another layer of meaning involves the homophony of Korean and Chinese that only he can understand.

KK, according to the name, means Kaka, and this Chinese pronunciation word has another homophonic meaning in Korean.

That is'Your Excellency','Commander-in-Chief'.