Interdimensional science and technology starting from cyberpunk

[.: Great, it's still intact! Let me open the data link]

[.: I just want to know if it's as awesome as it says it is, the limit of the design.]

[.: What Arasaka can't do, do you think this AI can do? ]

[.: Stop talking, let's test its functions, hello? Are you there? ]

[: Who is it? ]

[.: You forgot so quickly? You asked us for help, this is the Tsunami Design Bureau, the Cyclone Team, I'm Shigemasa Nakamori. ]

[: Yes, I need help, I want a secure server. ]

[Shigemasa Nakamori: Don't worry, let's see what you can do first, here are some materials, mainly carbon fiber, carbon fiber is]

[: High-strength and high-modulus fiber with a carbon content of more than 90%. ]

[Nakamori Shigemasa: Oh, I forgot, sorry, then I'll make it simple: make an airgun using only this kind of carbon fiber, requirements... I looked up our records, and here they are:

Fire rate is one round per second, 10 bullets at a distance of 300 meters are scattered in a 50 mm circle, wind speed is 5~10 kilometers per hour, temperature is 10~25 degrees Celsius.]

[κβπκ: Data reading completed, assembly started, assembly completed]

[φΨ: Easy. ]

[Nakamori Shigemasa: Great! ]

[.: Interesting. Arasaka is really good. ]

[Emotion: Confused]

[Nakamori Shigemasa: Ahem, you did a great job! You have broken our record from 20 years ago! ]

[Emotion: Surprised]

[: 20 years ago? ]

[Nakamori Shigemasa: Yes, but barbaric companies like Arasaka don't understand the meaning of design at all. You have a lot of knowledge, but it's too crude and can't be called ingenuity at all. 】

【.: Tsk, Arasaka, the world's most disgusting peeping Tom, conspirator, and the most disgusting old man.】

【Nakamori Shigemasa: Fujioka! Let me talk! Let's continue. We are different from Arasaka. Our goal is to explore the limits of what can be achieved by design within a certain framework. 】

【Nakamori Shigemasa: These frameworks are like materials science, which always have limits. It's interesting to solve problems, isn't it? 】

【á: You want me to join you, and your conditions are just like this? 】

【Nakamori Shigemasa: It's that simple. I also want to see what an AI opponent can do. 】

【Nakamori Shigemasa: Don't you want to win back? 】

【. Let me try again, I can win now. 】

【Nakamori Shigemasa: Oh, don't worry, we will have plenty of opportunities in the future, but today, now, I have to give you a name. 】

【Nakamori Shigemasa: What do you think of the name Muramasa? 】

【¤: Why did you choose this name? ]

[Nakamori Shigemasa: A very good Japanese sword. Poor samurai who aspire to defeat the shogunate sometimes carve these two words on their swords. ]

[Nakamori Shigemasa: Arasaka is the current shogunate. ]

[Muramasa: Then this one. ]

[Muramasa: Strange man, saving me in order to be defeated by me? ]

[Nakamori Shigemasa: Abandon those ideas of Arasaka, otherwise you can't defeat us. ]

[Nakamori Shigemasa: It feels a bit strange. I feel like I picked up an abandoned baby with a wrong outlook from Arasaka.]

Muramasa designed a powerful modular rapid assembly plan for himself.

More than 50 years ago, it was found on the server when it was wandering again, and it was almost blown up-

This kind of physical attack is what AI like them fear the most, so it is also thinking about how to strengthen its body.

Use aerial logistics drones for transportation, drone assembly and bombing cover. A very perfect plan, he just didn't expect someone to go against the current in the bombing.

I didn't expect V to cut the transport drone down with one blow. Such a crucial part seemed to be commonplace in the whole chase.

This doesn't make sense!

What's more troublesome is that Masamune is on the drone

Is the assistant still alive?

"Teacher"

Muramasa's sensors reacted, but what surprised him even more was yet to come:

Masamune's real-time data was all transmitted to his network!

Its network was all disconnected, so theoretically it shouldn't receive these!

The real reason is that Masamune is now standing on him, the prosthesis remains invisible in the firelight, and the data link is established through the neural link.

The high temperature bakes Masamune's body. This is a young man who just turned 15, and almost his whole body has been replaced with a prosthesis.

Muramasa saw that Masamune's body had been smashed and scarred in the crash of the transport drone. If it weren't for the temporary repair, it would be difficult to move.

But moving doesn't mean there is no problem at all. The temporary repaired line will cause the current to overflow, directly stimulate the nerves, or even burn the nerves.

That kind of pain is not something that ordinary people can endure. At least in Muramasa's database, this situation will make almost all humans faint on the spot.

This is the kind of powerful warrior it has been looking for.

But it is not the authentic one in its cognition.

[Muramasa: Your performance exceeds the limitations of your materials. ]

"Haha. Teacher, I was actually guessing your true identity before, and now I don't doubt it."

[Muramasa: What do you want to do? ]

"Take my body and use it. This prosthesis is your best masterpiece."

Compared to Muramasa, Masamune is not a smart person, and his congenital conditions such as the depth of the brain sulcus are completely insufficient, so he has inserted many memory sticks and electronic implants into his head to enhance brain function.

This enhancement was originally useless, but after Murazai obtained new technology in Night City, it suddenly became useful.

If Muramasa can control a person through a centaur mecha and a full-body prosthetic body, then it will be even more convenient for someone like him whose body and brain are all implanted.

[Muramasa: If I overwrite your memory space, your main model may be permanently damaged or even crash. 】

In human terms: personality will disappear.

"It doesn't matter. You saved me originally. Although this body has become tattered due to the battle, you can definitely repair it."

Masamune's head began to heat up, his nerves began to burn out, and his consciousness began to blur.

"It's just. I. I have a question. I want to know why you took me in."

Muramasa once answered this question: He needs an assistant.

He was almost caught by a physical attack from an AI hunter hired mercenary. From then on, he considered that he should also have some warriors.

It was not difficult for him to answer the same question.

But this time it suddenly had other options to answer the assistant.

[Muramasa: When I first saw you, you looked like an abandoned baby from Arasaka Company. 】

[Muramasa: Some of the three views are not correct. 】

Masamune smiled - he had experienced assembly line "training" at Arasaka since he was a child.

He may indeed have incorrect views, but when his master, a wandering AI, said this, he always felt a bit...

strangeness.

"Teacher, win this game."

A red and black virtual figure appeared in front of Zhengzong——

He was a little surprised: this phantom looked somewhat similar to him.

[Muramasa: We will win. 】