Glitch utopia

"Poet?" Sun Jieke looked at the person standing in front of him in surprise, feeling very surprised.

"No, there are so many surveillance cameras at the door, how did you get in?"

Not only the surveillance cameras, but so many people came and went from the door to his office, and he was allowed to walk in?

The poet did not answer this question, but started to complain to Sun Jieke directly.

"Jack, have you forgotten me at all? I stood there waiting for a day and a night, waiting for you to pick me up, but where are you?"

"Ahem" Sun Jieke cleared his throat awkwardly. Of course he forgot about this guy, but he couldn't say that in front of others.

"You are such a big man, can't you even find the way? Look, you are here now, right? Add a friend first."

Sun Jieke said, and sent the communication code directly to the other party's system. "Why are you still using this FFP broiler? Wait, I'll let you change your body."

"No need, just change my face. I think a woman's body can bring me more inspiration." As soon as he said this, the other party started to skr, skr again.

"Wait a while before you create. Are you hungry? I'll take you to eat something."

Sun Jack took the other party to Ke's restaurant, ordered a sumptuous meal, and watched the other party eat those tentacles and eyeballs in big mouthfuls.

Sun Jack looked at the poet in front of him and calculated his ability.

It is obvious that he was able to survive in prison No. 3 and find himself quietly. This guy is obviously capable. The most important thing is that he has a grudge against FFP. If he calls him to help, it may be of some help to him.

However, if he wants him to join in and help himself, this guy's spirit of being off the line is one aspect, and the other aspect is that this guy's background is not yet known, so it is best to find out clearly.

"Poet, can I ask you something? Why were you imprisoned before?" Sun Jack asked.

The poet's mouth was full of something, and after he mumbled a lot, Sun Jieke didn't understand anything.

"What? Swallow your mouth first."

"Because I wrote a great poem, they locked me up." After swallowing the thing in his mouth, the poet spoke again.

"Poetry? What kind of poem is that? You were locked up in prison No. 3 for writing a poem? I don't believe it. Even if you wrote this poem with FFP's chairman Lan Meng as the material, you are not qualified." Sun Jieke lit a cigarette and took a deep puff.

The poet shook his head and took a deep puff of the intestines covered with white mushroom sauce. "You misunderstood. They didn't lock me up. They didn't know that I wrote that great work. I went in voluntarily. I locked myself up."

"What kind of poem is that?"

"A great poem, but I don't think a mortal like you can understand it. You are not qualified."

Sun Jieke scratched his scalp and sighed. It was really tiring to talk to a psychopath. "Forget it, I won't talk about anything else. You saved my life before, so just say it directly. I need manpower here. Are you willing to come and help me?"

He decided to keep the other party first and then let professionals like Linda Linda to get this guy to talk. It was a waste of time to talk to him.

"If you join, I can give you a salary and share according to the treatment of the top lone wolf mercenary of Utopia Security Company."

The poet understood now. He took up his sleeve and wiped his mouth. He looked at Sun Jieke with some surprise. After looking at him seriously for a few seconds, he asked: "What is your purpose? Why do you do this?"

"What else can it be for self-protection? Do you want to be caught by FFP? We are grasshoppers in the same boat and have the same enemies."

However, the poet shook his head and raised a finger to point at the table. "No, JK, you not only want to protect yourself under FFP, you have other purposes, otherwise you are not qualified to be imprisoned in Prison No. 3."

After a pause, he suddenly leaned forward and stared at Sun Jieke. "You want to complete the goal of the Rat Alliance Front, you want to change the whole world!"

"What do you mean?" Sun Jack looked at the poet in front of him, his expression became serious.

"You said that ordinary people are not qualified to be imprisoned in Prison No. 3, and you are not an ordinary person either." The poet continued to eat, "But I think that humans don't need you to save them. They are lustful, gluttonous, lazy, jealous, arrogant, and angry. This is their nature, and they like it this way."

After saying that, he lay back, "Ah~ Metropolis, the illusionary greedy city built by electronic currency, devours the soul and blurs reality and lies. In the endless abyss of the data torrent, I greedily grab the light of every bitch."

Hearing this, Sun Jack was stunned at first, and then took a puff of cigarette. "Don't say it, your few sentences are many times better than those JB poems before."

The poet ignored Sun Jack, he ran to the window and climbed directly on it, looking at the people in the metropolis living under the acid rain.

When he looked at Sakura who was going home in the car, he was inspired again and continued to shout in ecstasy: "Ah~ Metropolis, a carnival of desires, the defense line of reason is vulnerable, wandering in the abyss of pleasure, but forgetting where the soul belongs."

Then his gaze shifted to the people passing by in the subway car, who were silent in the Internet. "Ah~ the metropolis, a garbage dump of fragmented information. Knowledge, entertainment, and gossip fill the empty stomach. In the feast of numbers, at the end of the massive data, there is a barren desert of spirit!"

His perspective quickly zoomed out, focusing on a group of four-wheeled robots carrying goods underground. "Ah, the metropolis, the hotbed of automation, mechanical hands, weaving a web of laziness. We lie on the hotbed of intelligence, no longer pursuing, no longer longing, laziness is like cancer, eroding the soil of our souls."

Then came the golden ties and accessories of some of the company's elite sitting on the floating car, whose deposits were scrolling. "Ah~ the metropolis, the proving ground of comparison. We compare data, and every number is like a sharp blade, cutting our hearts. It makes us forget the true meaning of happiness, leaving only the resentment after comparison. With vanity.”

Then there was Linda who looked out the window silently. Linda said, "Ah~ the metropolis, a lonely city. The arrogance is like a wall, which isolates me from others, causing everyone to gradually lose the warmth of humanity in loneliness. The arrogance is like a wall." The armor protects my fragility, but it also makes me isolated and difficult to get close to. I am the king of loneliness in the castle I built. "

In the end, two gangs were roaring in the distance.

"Ah~ Metropolis, the volcano of anger. The fire of anger made me lose my mind and direction. The anger made me struggle in the whirlpool of hatred and revenge. While I wielded violence to protect myself, It also shattered everything beautiful around us.”