Glitch utopia

Justin@ opened his eyes, looking at the ceiling and suddenly felt a strong sense of unreality. He was about to look at the time subconsciously, and then suddenly realized that he only had to work 12 hours a day, and he would never work again. It’s time to take some corporate stimulants.

"You only need to fuck 12 hours a day. It's so cool! It's so cool!!" He rolled happily on the bed holding the sex robot under the quilt.

He raised his scarred wrist and stretched it vigorously. He came to the small sink and started to wash up. While brushing his teeth, he looked at the man in the mirror.

He wore a pair of black-pupil prosthetic eyes, and his long elf ears were filled with earrings. When he noticed the scars from his previous suicide, Justin couldn't help but feel glad that he had not succeeded in committing suicide at that time, otherwise he would not have succeeded in committing suicide. Live your happy life now.

The suicidal tendencies in the past disappeared without a trace as working hours were reduced from 22 hours to 12 hours. I felt that the whole world was full of joy and happiness.

After lowering his head and kissing the portrait of Jack Sun on his pajamas, he prepared to go out to work.

When he came to the street, Justin opened the system's music software and started humming along with the music. When he came to the subway, he ordered a hot dog at the hot dog stand.

"15 Dog B." "Swept it over."

After one bite, Justin suddenly felt filled with happiness. You must know that this kind of organic food cost at least 200 dogs in the past, but now it is so cheap, even though his workload has been reduced and his salary has been reduced.

But now that eating is so cheap, the Moonlight Clan can actually save more money than before.

"But if it's so cheap, will United Fruit really not lose money?" Thinking about this question, Justin walked off the subway.

The smell of the subway station is also much better than before. There is no longer the smell of shit or urine. But what touches Justin the most is that finally there are not so many people jumping on the subway.

In the past, because the subway had to clean up corpses every day, it was almost impossible to be on time. As a result, I was always deducted for being late for work.

Justin walked past a black man who was arguing with a drone with two arms. "Fuck! I didn't say I won't pay back the money. Don't scare me. I'm not scared. The metropolitan area has new regulations. When I only have one organ, you are not qualified to harvest my organs now! The most you can do is monitor my dog. Account B!”

When he saw that the black man was also wearing a Jack Sun T-shirt, he immediately looked at each other and smiled.

Not long after, the subway arrived on time. As soon as the subway door opened, two BCPD agents covered in combat prosthetics dragged a tattered corpse and walked out with cold expressions.

"Console, NO:12234 has been killed, over." "Console received."

The others walked into the subway stepping on the blood without surprise. When the subway started again, the sweeping robot had already rushed over and quickly cleaned up the blood and internal organs.

Justin raised his feet and let the robot clean the bloody soles of his feet.

He glanced around and saw many people in the carriage wearing Jack Sun's clothes and tattoos. When he saw a woman with a cockscomb head holding Jack Sun's electric toy, stuffing it into her miniskirt. As a fan of Jack Sun, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

"My idol is really liked by everyone."

As Jack Sun, who has completely changed Metropolis and brought more benefits to the citizens of Metropolis, he is very famous among the citizens of Metropolis and has some fanatical fans, and he is one of them.

Because it was Jack Sun who brought him back from the brink of death, and he kept his word and made his life much easier than before. This kind of people account for a large part of Jack Sun's fans.

You don’t even need to describe Sun Jack’s life. You can feel the obvious difference just by feeling the changes before and after.

Whether it was the previous sharing of DNA modification technology or the subsequent reform of the various rules of the metropolis, he was indeed helping himself to fight for his own interests. This kind of person had never appeared in the metropolis in the past.

After arriving at the work place, as an accompanying doctor, he followed the medical robot and got on the float car. There were two spiral logos on the float car. This was Micro Medical's float car, specially for those who subscribed to their company. Medical packages prepared for VIP members.

He must be on standby at all times. When a member's biological detection alarms, they must arrive at the location within 3 minutes. Suddenly, the lifting light of the aerial vehicle lights up. The next second, a powerful recoil force comes over, almost deforming his bones.

Soon, he saw his employer lying among the corpses. His right arm was broken and he was shot several times and was lying in a puddle. Around him lay a group of pedestrians moaning in pain.

"Quick! The customer has no vital signs!" Justin rushed down with the captain. Others were alerting everything around him, but his palm split quickly, and various needles protruded from it, quickly connecting to the customer's blood vessels. nerve.

As he followed the medical robot, he finally protected the customer's life.

After watching this platinum customer bring the floating car, he asked the affected pedestrians around him as usual: "Everyone, does anyone need medical services? Purchase on-site for only 12% off!"

As medical advertisements were projected from the airborne vehicle, he followed the others and asked one by one. As the company account was credited, he and his companions began to make extra money.

Although they were all seriously injured, Justin could save them as long as they were not dead.

After a busy circle, there were fewer pedestrians lying on the ground. After asking again and confirming that the remaining few people really had no money to pay for medical expenses, Justin directed the medical robot to return to the airborne vehicle.

Just after walking a few steps, a hand that was pale due to lack of blood reached out from the side and just grabbed his trouser leg.

Justin looked down and found that it was a little boy of seven or eight years old. Half of his body was rotten and he was lying on the ground shivering. It can be seen that the child's pain editor seemed to have malfunctioned and he was really in pain.

Even if Justin saw this scene, he felt a little bit reluctant, but he couldn't help.

But just when he was about to leave, a message suddenly popped up on the system interface. "Warning, warning, there are injured people near you, please treat them as soon as possible."

Before he could figure out what was going on, he saw his captain walking down from the hovercraft in a rage, "Hurry up and save people, the cheapest ones! Just don't die!"

"Captain, do you want them to mortgage their internal organs?" another team member asked,

"Bullshit! According to the new regulations passed by the King through the Metropolitan Federation, all medical companies must assume some public obligations. As long as you are in the metropolis, no matter who you are, no matter what your identity, you should not die even if you have no money!"