Interdimensional science and technology starting from cyberpunk

"V, Jack, are you at the Wolf Bar? The client of the last order wants to meet with us.

Just in time, I have an idea, let's meet there. "

Jack: "My home is right here, what do you think, brother."

V: "I was at Jack's house, finally alive. Seeing you at home all day, I thought you were dead.

You should go out for jogging more often, sister will take you. "

Lille: "Running at night in Night City? Do you think you have too many bullets and your scalp is too tough? I rented exercise equipment at home."

V: "I can't stand the way you think of everything. I'll deal with you sooner or later."

While taking a shower, Lear recalled a scene from a certain animation and was suddenly startled.

Yeah, why do David and Lucy go for a night run at night?

Maybe it's because of poverty.

The Wolf Bar is owned by Jack's mother, Mrs. Wells.

To a certain extent, the Wolf is Heywood's equivalent of Afterlife Nightclub - a popular hangout for local mercenaries, middlemen and gangsters.

But it's more relaxed, and many people come here just to have a drink.

For the Valentino gang, this might be their home.

The passionate Spanish music in the past has now become silent music, and the fans are humming on the small round tables and chairs.

As soon as Lear walked over, he saw Jack standing at the entrance of the alley. Although he didn't say it directly, it was obvious that Jack was worried that Lear would be robbed by a gangster again.

"Hermanos (brother), how did you sleep last night?"

"It's okay. I've practiced my skills. If you pretend to be a prosthetic body in the future, forget it. I don't want to steal Lao Wei's business."

"Haha, Lao Wei is the best prosthetic doctor in the city. If you want to surpass him, you have to work harder."

The two of them walked a few steps and saw V standing at the entrance of the street, standing quietly and looking ahead.

Following her gaze, you could see an old woman muttering to a flaming iron barrel next to the wall.

Lear patted V: "What, what are you thinking about?"

V looked at the old woman's back and murmured:

“I just feel so miserable for her daughter and her.

My daughter died from a stray bullet on the street. No one remembered her at the funeral. Her mother was left standing alone in the corner mourning alone. When the mother also died, no one would remember her.

Two little characters lost in time and no one remembers them. "

The flame is mixed with the smell of metal. This is the incense used to bid farewell to my daughter.

The old woman seemed to have been wandering for two days - it looked like she had used up all her savings to get the payment.

It looked like her life had come to an end.

"Let's go and listen to what this mother wants to say - buy her a drink. I think she may not have enjoyed anything."

The girl who was beaten to death by the Sixth Street Gang was named Amina. She just turned 22 this year and was about to graduate. She had already received an internship opportunity at Arasaka Company.

Although the position is not that good, as an assembler in an orbital city, you may only be able to go home for a few days a year.

But at least it’s the company’s job, and the rail city is better at safety.

For this job, Melissa borrowed a lot of loans and lived frugally to support Amina for 14 years. Her daughter was also very successful and at least found a job.

To be honest, Lille can imagine the second half of his life.

14 years of hard study and 40 years of hard work repaying loans, in short, a lifetime.

Even with 14 hours of assembly work, 360 days a year, you may not be able to save 100,000 euros in a few decades of life.

A boring and depressing life - but there are always people who can sustain it because of the wonderful 14 years ahead.

Another humble child - but maybe she doesn't have the dream to burn down the city, but she also has a family she loves, and a family who loves her.

Maybe in the future, she will still have a family that loves and loves her, not so dazzling, but warm enough.

This kind of life ends with a 2-euro bullet.

Melissa finished telling her daughter's story with red eyes. It was such a short story that it only took a few words to tell it clearly.

But Melissa remembered every detail, the first time the child laughed, the first time she walked, the first time she called her mother, the first time she got angry, the first time she hugged her.

Perhaps to society, children are just scraps of society, but to mothers they are dazzling treasures.

".Thank you for hearing me out."

Lille raised his glass: "Here's to Amina, a good hard-working girl."

"To Amina."

The three of them drank the wine in one gulp.

Melissa smiled tiredly and handed a watch to Lear: "It's time for me to go, I know you are also busy, just protect yourselves.

This was the first gift Amina gave me, an old watch that she repaired herself. I have no use for it anymore, though."

Leer shook his head and took the watch: "We will remember Amina."

The old woman nodded with satisfaction and left the Wild Wolf Bar.

This is an antique from an old era. It's not a luxury watch, it's just an ordinary mechanical watch.

As ordinary as its owner, it turns step by step.

Not far away, Mrs. Wells quietly wiped her tears, and Jack saw this scene.

"People often say that Night City burns away people's dreams, but in fact, what is burned out more is this kind of ordinary desire, which does not even have many sparks when thrown into the fire."

Lear said, putting away the watch, and said to Jack: "Jack, we can talk about work later."

"Thank you, brother. Anyone who sees this scene will not feel comfortable."

V poured himself another glass of wine: "I suddenly felt that killing that guy was a good job, although the money was a little less - tell me what you did after you went back?"

"I tried on a few golems and dismantled his prosthetic body - dismantled and reassembled, reassembled and dismantled, and practiced my skills."

"You didn't give him anesthesia, did you?"

"Nonsense, do I look like a fool? Let's check the funds first. I have 40,000 euros left. How much do you have?"

After paying the tuition and buying the prosthetic body, Lille only had this little money left.

But he had expected that money would be spent quickly as it came, especially for someone like him who was about to die.

"What about me? I still have 400,000. I have repaid Lao Wei's money and paid the rent. Then I plan to get myself a new arm. The goods haven't arrived yet, but I have already made a reservation at Lao Wei."

"Arm? Mantis knife?"

"How do you know?" V looked surprised, "I plan to secretly show it out in the future to amaze everyone. Speaking of which, do you think I should put on a Sian Westan?"

Implanting prosthetics may lead to cyberpsychosis, and Sean Westan is a must-have for the notorious lunatic.

Unlike passive-firing prosthetics like Klenchikov, the probability of Sianwistan causing cyberpsychosis is much higher than that of conventional prostheses.

Lear thought for a moment and said, "If you have such concerns, don't pretend."

Reality is not a game, and Lille doesn’t think V really has the conditions to be able to wear any kind of prosthetic body at this moment.

Besides, V is not fighting alone at the moment.

"So let's talk about living, let's."

boom!

Gunshots and screams were heard outside, and the two of them were instantly nervous -

"Valentino's idiots, go to hell!"

There was a crisp sound, and several bullets hit V on the back and bounced away——

"It's the Sixth Street Gang! Damn!"