Interdimensional science and technology starting from cyberpunk

"Mano, why are these people so stupid?"

"The Brain Demon Gang cracked their prosthetic system and equipped them with a skill chip that can cross the safety threshold and achieve the function of almost completely taking over the body to operate."

"Turning people into robots? That's a bit"

Occasionally, you can see humans standing still on the roadside. Their perception seems to have been infinitely weakened. They will only react slightly when the three of them almost pass them by.

Some lucky ones saw people with their eyes, and a mixture of blood and tears suddenly flowed out of their eyes.

To be honest, Lille was not sure whether the things flowing out of the eyes were because they wanted to cry, or because the tear glands were squeezed by other prosthetics after the stiff limbs moved slightly.

The scene was weird, but not dangerous.

I don’t know how many people can be saved.

After taking care of the slaughterhouse, there was suddenly no more stress.

To be honest, Lille really felt like he was too relaxed and in a dream.

Is this the Brain Demon Gang, which is known for its tricks?

At most, it takes a while to find the way in.

Of course, in fact, the force of the Hundred Scavengers and fourteen fully armed full-body cyborgs is already quite powerful. If they are released, if they are not careful, they will attract a violent terrorist mobile team.

It is enough to show that the Brain Demon Gang has actually begun to take shape - Slaughterhouse can only be seen as a stupid young man controlled by the Brain Demon Gang.

With cannon fodder, high-end combat capabilities, and exclusive technology and equipment, it is really only a matter of time before it becomes a phenomenon.

"In fact, most skill chips will not have this problem. After all, the public is originally afraid of being controlled."

The octopus arm replaced a small sonar head and continued to explore the wall, looking for possible hidden doors.

V was wary of the surroundings, followed Lier, looked at the little octopus, and asked a question: "But there are not even full-body prosthetics on the market, and there are even fewer skill chips that can adapt to full-body prosthetics, right?

It feels like his kind of chips are not for human use. "

"This chip and full-body prosthesis are all self-developed by them, as far as the data structure is concerned."

A powerful electronic sound sounded from the octopus arm: "It is completely an AI training product!"

The by-products of AI training are black boxes to humans, but they are still identifiable to AI.

Most of the skill chips are collected from the movements and reactions of native humans, and are transformed into products that can drive prosthetics after being corrected by programmers and prosthetic engineers.

This packaging process can actually be regarded as creating a simple AI, but the original data set must be collected from human behavior.

But the chips used in the slaughterhouse are not. According to Little Octopus's judgment, these chips are semi-finished products trained using larger skill chip data——

The ninja-type skill chip that is still in training, coupled with the powerful full-body prosthetic body, can completely mass-produce an excellent black team.

Jack poked the octopus arm with his finger: "I didn't expect this thing to be an AI. It's quite interesting."

The little octopus suddenly withdrew his arm, took off the front half of the glove with a click, and replaced Jack with a new one.

"Uh, does it feel bad?"

Lear shrugged: "It's just a little joke, there's no problem in replacing consumable parts frequently."

V played with a monomolecular knife that was removed by Lear: "The monomolecular knife, the full-body cyborg, and this kind of advanced chip, I feel that the Brain Demon Gang is really talented. These things can't be sold for a fortune." "

"It's a big profit. It's where the things come from. The price is not small."

This brain demon gang is indeed talented.

The price behind this is a bit high: what we have seen so far shows that they still need to use the human brain as an intermediary to collect the data of these skill chips.

In order to ensure costs, they will inevitably use cheap external memory to increase the memory of a single human brain. Excessive enhancement and too many skill chips will exponentially increase the probability of the human body suffering from leukoencephalopathy.

This is slightly different from general cyberpsychosis. The same thing is that it will cause the sufferers to suffer from cognitive dysfunction, emotional fluctuations, hallucinations, delusions, schizophrenia and other problems.

The difference is that because this is a direct brain lesion, it is not like common cyberpsychosis. If you remove the prosthetic body, it will basically be half cured.

In the past, the Brain Demon Gang tended to stick to their own heads, and then came up with many bizarre ideas, causing harm to society.

The new generation of brain demon gangs are even more insidious. They leave the risk of disease to these unlucky people, directly causing harm to society.

During the conversation, Lear probed into another place with different thicknesses on the wall and said to Jack:

"here."

boom!

Suddenly, a loud noise occurred in the heads of the three of them!

Electromagnetic Pulse!

All the tools on the octopus arm exploded, and the turbulent current damaged several motors in front of it. Fortunately, the little octopus used an emergency cutoff to cut off the connection.

And not only these two tools were exploded at the same time, but half of the circuits that supplied power to these micro-transmitters were also burned out!

Why half?

Electromagnetic pulses are very limited in tunnels, but even so they caused damage on this scale.

Lear shook his head - he had the most electronic devices on his body, and this time it really gave him a slight cerebral hemorrhage.

But this also makes the way forward clear——

The direction most affected is the direction closest to the core of the explosion in a straight line.

"Looks like Joestar has discovered something new this way."

——

A person may have many names after entering society.

A nickname given by a certain worker, a boss, a junior, or a friend. If you do something big, others will give you a resounding name. Of course, if you do something bad enough, you will also get a corresponding nickname.

He hasn't been in the gang for too long, but Joestar has definitely become a member of the Maelstrom Gang. He even enjoys the treatment of the big brother and is nicknamed Joestar.

Sometimes he forgets that he is not called this.

His real name is Yoshida Koichi. He is about to celebrate his 17th birthday this year, and he is still a minor.

Before everything happened, he lived in the big city of Night City. Although the streets were chaotic, he wouldn't see most of them because he went to a pretty good middle school.

There is no exaggerated school shooting rate, nor is there any exaggerated school bullying: everyone is poor, and it is difficult for prosthetics to be stronger than firearms, so the shooting rate and school bullying are in a very delicate balance.

Like all young people, he watches movies, plays games, makes first deposits, plays with adult toys, and of course wants to find a girlfriend.

The tuition is not high, but it is certainly not cheap. My mother works as a waiter in a restaurant and earns a pretty good income. If I have to say it, the imperfect part of the family is that he does not know who his father is.

Until that day, my girlfriend of three years got into the sports car of a rich man who didn't know where he came from. The girlfriend who used to be reserved and reserved fell into love in the sports car in front of him.

Because the prosthetic bodies of both parties were not at the same level, this incident even happened at the same time as he was beaten by the other party.

Sometimes all it takes to break the world is a little willfulness from a rich person.

He had heard of the Tiger Claw Gang and the gang's legends.

So he chose to be a street boy - gangs would definitely help him regain his dignity. This was the rule of Night City. If he wanted to find an opportunity to defeat rich people, he would definitely join a gang.

But unfortunately, reality threw his dignity to the ground for the second time.

Too

How could a well-paid restaurant waiter not have a complete set of decent clothes and prosthetics?

My mother relies entirely on sex dolls to support herself.

I couldn't accept it at the time, but now that I think about it, there's actually nothing wrong with it.

The memory in front of me comes to that night on Ellen Street, the stunned mother, the company dog ​​who was thoughtful and then laughed evilly, and

Confused, helpless, and embarrassed, I ran away covering my wounds.

The self in the mirror was getting further and further away, and Yoshida suddenly found himself lying on the bed, surrounded by darkness, as if someone was moving on top of him.

But this feeling is not clear. Looking around, this seems to be my own home.

There are countless figures moving around the house, including the woman cooking at the stove, the boy using virtual reality goggles at the dining table, the woman cleaning the house, the mother exhorting her son when going out, and the perfunctory child.

"Hongyi, you have to study hard. The current environment is not good and it is hard to find a job."

"Hongyi, are you tired from school courses? Try this, I heard it's mixed with some amino acids."

"Hongyi, mom is a little tired today, can you wash the clothes?"

"Hongyi, it doesn't matter if you lose the ball game. Eat something and win back next time."

"Hongyi, you will be 16 years old after today. Smile."

There is also a mother and son taking a photo by the window.

Yoshida walked to the window, looked out, and saw a familiar noise in the sea of ​​people shaking in the endless data stream.

"Hongyi, where have you been?"

"Hongyi's mother doesn't have much ability, but the only mother left is you."

"Where have you been?"

Beside the window, the figures of mother and son taking pictures became clearer and clearer. Yoshida, who was in a hallucination, opened his mouth, but couldn't say what he wanted to say.

He wandered around this big city, trying to buy a love, but in fact this love was always there.

After going around in a circle, I was actually still in the same place.

The severe pain awakened Yoshida, and the gray and blurry digital world came to a standstill for an instant. The beating characters and noises became clearer and clearer, as if they were being knitted by needle and thread, and the colors became more and more distinct——

He reached out to touch the figure that became clearer and more familiar.

The sense of space returned, colors refilled his world, and this figure became more and more familiar.

The dark dress and thick shawl that always covered the second layer of clothing, the slightly stooped back, and the hair that was always tied up in front of him.

"mom?"

呲——

The world was suddenly punctured by a mosaic. On the familiar figure, the head was not a familiar face.

To be precise, it was a deformed brain tied with some kind of complex prosthesis. The swollen white matter squeezed out from the cracks in the skull, filled with wires and injections, covering the eyes and nose, leaving only a little mouth. .

"Hongichi."

Yoshida, or Joestar's eyes returned to normal, clearer than before.

Two long robotic arms moved away from his face, and more robotic arms cut into his body, then filled his body with new components.

A series of error codes almost obscured the vision, and all kinds of strange prosthetic components that were unheard of and unseen were connected to the body.

Neural reinforcement components composed of complex electrodes and high-end materials are roughly inserted into the brain——

The pain occupied all his sensory nerves!

But Yoshida stared blankly at the little bit of lips exposed by this monster.

"mom?"

boom!

A loud noise came from behind, and Dum Dum, covered in unknown liquid, broke through the crowd with two guns!

These people who were hacked by the skill chip attacked Dum Dum with fists and kicks. The garbage of the prosthetic body determined that they had little strength, but there were just too many people.

It seems that the load-bearing structure has been damaged, and the entire underground space is slowly collapsing!

It seems like it will collapse at any time!

"Jostar! Are you still fucking alive? Just make a sound if you're alive! This place is going to fucking collapse! It's time to run away!"

boom!

The fragments and shock waves made the access chamber, which was already full of cracks, even more broken, and the liquid flow out accelerated!

Joestar woke up instantly: the pain almost destroyed his nerves, but he thought of a question:

The brain cannot be exposed to air!

If the liquid drains, what happens to the people inside? !

"Don't"

Bah!

The mechanical hand stabbed directly into Joestar's throat.

"Hong Yi's mother found a singing chip for you, go be a singer!"

The electronic sound of "Monster" sounded, and Joestar became more and more certain that this was his mother!

Memories literally "flooded" out of his head: when he was 6 years old, he fantasized about becoming a rock king and participated in a community singing competition. As a result, he was outperformed by a kid with an awesome singing chip, and he never sang again.

"Jostar! Hold on! Hold on and wait until I rescue you. You will be the super strong man who can take down the Brain Devil Gang!"

A modified mechanical arm suddenly thrust out like a sharp sword, but soon

boom!

The broken arm was smashed back!

"go to hell!"

With only half of his body left, Dumdum pushed away the cyberzombie that was rubbing against him, holding the Sadara shotgun in his hand!

Flashing electric light, waving mechanical arms, gradually collapsing underground space, and an unrecognizable mother

The equally powerless self is caught in the middle.

It seems that there is a fight between the past self and the future self. The self that didn't want to lose just now suddenly hopes that neither side will win.

But neither side can lose.

Joestar stopped thinking.

boom!

The room shook.

"The Brain Demon Gang has really created something very perverted"

The robotic arm in front of him was grabbed by two more powerful octopus arms and twisted to both sides. Another octopus arm picked up the glass pieces from the ground, pressed them back to the glass warehouse, and sealed them with sealant.

This hero just passed through Joestar's eyes.

The giant Jack stood between Dum Dum and Joestar, holding on to the roof beam that was about to break.

The bullet hit the side of his head. V ejected Sadara's egg shell, popped it to the ground, looked at the stunned Dum Dum and said:

"Long time no see. How miserable are you?"

Leal looked at Joestar who seemed to be still conscious: "Are you still alive?"

Iron Skull nodded crazily.