Interdimensional science and technology starting from cyberpunk

"This wine is really strong. This is the place. It looks like a human being."

V commented after finishing the tequila in his hand.

The venue is high-end, the drinks are top-notch, and in Dogtown, which is essentially a war zone, in a place where even a full meal is unrealistic, the Luxor Sports Academy is unbelievably high-end.

But the products here are children who have just begun to develop, and each one is equipped with enhanced prosthetics that are likely to hinder their development.

If mercenary is a profession that burns lives, then these children just burn it slower.

People gathered around the child on the stand as if they were looking at a product that had just appeared. It didn't matter how big it was or whether it was a child. What mattered was its model, data and specifications.

Different from the views of V and Jack, the Savage King nodded in approval: "Oh, the kids here are much better trained than those stupid sports academies in Night City. That's the idea.

How can this half-image prosthetic body compare to a well-trained body? Putting the cart before the horse. "

These words made Jack speechless: "Brothers and sisters, how long do you think you can survive with training like this?"

The Savage King was not angry after hearing this. After all, everyone is a street guy: "If you didn't practice, you would have died on the street. And what do you think is a good thing for you Heywood to get tattoos and play with guns at such a young age? Then I will If you work so hard, you might end up dead on the street tomorrow."

These words are a little less forceful: after all, these three men have already gone through scenarios where 99.9999% of people will die suddenly, and it's not just once.

But she still finished speaking forcefully, and when she was done, she added: "Our downtown fathers all regard your Heywood children as idiots who play with guns at a young age. What's wrong with these children practicing sports for a living?

If you don’t believe me, ask this former master, Matt, and tell me a few words. "

"Uh, me?" Matt pointed at himself, "I, I don't know!"

"How did your father educate you?"

"Study hard, exercise, don't hang out with street kids, and find a good job in the future?"

The Savage King spread his hands: "I'm right, people will look down on you. We who live on the streets are all the same in the eyes of others. We are all mentally retarded. We are all idiots who don't care about our lives. There should be no distinction between idiots."

After saying that, she reached out and patted Matt's shoulder: "Boy, you have to know that not everyone has the conditions you have, and you don't have the conditions now.

So, if you can't practice to death, practice to death, that's right. "

V looked at Lear, as if wanting to hear what he had to say.

Lille sighed softly and said to V: "Actually, even when it comes to practicing sports, children from rich people have an advantage.

If you look at Matt before, you will know that a child with a little money can enjoy a complete training plan and a biological enhancement plan, which will not hurt the body and can achieve a physical fitness that is no less than that of these poor children who use prosthetics.

Even if they use prosthetics, they are only occasionally stronger than these children who have had enhancement plans since childhood - in so-called sports, willpower is one aspect, but today, the proportion of technical support is already quite high. "

In fact, even the will can be enhanced through a complete plan and nerve stimulation through brain-computer interface to suppress negative thoughts and force people to become addicted to something.

However, if these projects are to be implemented safely, they all require long-term, comprehensive, and scientific customized plans, which require a stable supply of pharmaceuticals, careful data analysis, and plan formulation.

The poor cannot support the team.

After hearing this, Matt's mood became even more subtle, and he couldn't help but said: "Then you can never win without money?"

The Savage King sneered at this: "90% of the boxers on the market, I can kill them with one punch."

"You like to brag, don't you?" Lear glanced at her.

The Savage King scratched his head: "At least 80%! Anyway, if I want to be a boxer, I will definitely be able to kill a lot of parallel imports!"

"Then I should have no problem giving 90%." Jack said cheerfully, "We didn't have much money before, but we just have a good brother."

The Savage King silently shut up, but what he was thinking in his heart was: You are more outrageous than being rich, so don't say it out loud.

For these old fritters who have "successfully" found a way out, the conversation just now was just fluff, but not for a young man like Matt.

When young people see that others have what they have, they see that others are rich but they are poor, and they see that others have hope but they don’t, confusion will take root:

Having money means having technology and a team. Even desire and will can be controlled and enhanced with the blessing of these things. Then all of this...

Matt looked at the young athletes on the stage who were about the same age as him in bewilderment. They had prosthetic bodies that should not be implanted at this age. The future may indeed be uncertain, but just looking at those prosthetic bodies, one could tell: He The future is already burning.

Compared to my own past, compared to the "sports" of those really rich people.

Matt murmured: "Then what's the point of all this?"

Confusion is just a seed. Lille glanced at him and said: "There is a very old saying: hard work may not necessarily lead to gains, but if you don't work hard, there will definitely be no gains."

Matt bit his lip: "But..."

Lille knew that it was time for his eldest brother to appear and tell inspiring stories, but the Savage King moved faster than him.

Seeing Matt's appearance, the Savage King, the eldest sister of the Animal Gang, suddenly lost his temper and slapped him in the face:

"But what but? Today you can't figure it out. Tomorrow you should be suffering late at night about why you don't have good parents. The day after tomorrow you should buy a framed VR airplane cup online and hide it at home and have fun!

If I give you a chance and you don't use it, you might as well find a piece of land and crash to death. It's a shame that I practice with you every day."

"I" Matt felt a little aggrieved as he was slapped, "I just practiced for a long time."

"Um?"

"I was wrong, sister." Matt lowered his head sincerely, "I was really wrong."

The Savage King sat down and ordered another glass of beer, thought for a while and said: "The first time I boxed, I was fighting an amateur. The equipment on his body was as good as that of a professional. He was a kid from a rich family. I usually practice Sanda when I have nothing to do.”

"Then why doesn't he become a professional?"

The Savage King glanced at him: "You will understand later. In short, that bastard likes to rely on his own equipment to beat people in black boxing venues, and several people were killed.

A wealthy 'upper-class person' who has received higher education since childhood, has the support of a complete physical training plan, relies on advanced third-generation prosthetics, has extraordinary reflexes and strength, and can play with these underground places with ease. A guy who makes a living by doing black boxing, in the end no one dares to fight him, no one wants to die.

You have had the opportunity to become that kind of idiot before. I used to be the kind of consumable he used for fun. "

Matt said nothing, but his eyes conveyed a signal quite clearly: What next?

"Then."

The Savage King smiled cruelly, as if he was indulging in memories, and spat as if he was punching.

Leal could notice that the subcutaneous hormone stabilizer near her trapezius muscle suddenly flashed a red light, as if it had actively entered a high-power posture for a moment.

Obviously, the Animal Gang does not like prosthetic bodies and likes to use technology to exercise their muscles, but there are many types of prosthetic bodies.

The Savage King's prosthetic body is mainly used to directly inject hormones and drugs between muscles, bones and nerves. Her degree of "prostheticization" is very low, but from the outside, you can still see a large number of subcutaneous injection implants. Parts are exposed.

The concentration of hormones that maintain the operation of her body does not exist within the range of human body operation. Her blood is filled with pure drugs and artificial hormones——

No boss in Night City is useless, and she is the same.

The Savage King seemed to have pinched something, and her two arms made pinching movements out of thin air. Matt could clearly see the protruding muscles and blood vessels in her hands.

“Then I had a fight with him, and my partner paid to find out the model of his prosthetic body. I knew his weaknesses, the endurance range of each muscle and skin, and I knew I could win.

At the beginning, I was beaten violently by him. This guy beat me so hard that stars appeared in my eyes and I was dizzy. But he was too careless and thought he was invincible. He thought he was about to beat me to death. I still remember his expression at that time. For those who didn’t know, he thought He had a high C.

I punched through his skin, and the impact interfered with the artificial glands. The excessive secretion of adrenaline made him feel better, but he didn't notice that the superficial nerve circuit had short-circuited.

He felt that he was going faster, but he was not. On the contrary, he was even slower, so I punched him on the liver a second time. The metabolic optimizer was shocked, but the short circuit of the artificial gland accumulated high voltage and burned it on the spot. I was confused.

Then I attacked his jaw, joints, and head. I removed all the exposed prostheses and pulled out the cables hidden under his skin. He screamed like a caught mouse. Haha, I just exploded him. The prosthetic eye crushed his skull! "

The Savage King couldn't control his emotions when he said this. The bartender heard it, and those who were interested in her also heard it.

Not only did I hear it, I was even fascinated by it, dumbfounded, and a little frightened.

The bartender didn't notice that the wine was spilled. The Savage King grabbed the bottle and poured it into his mouth. After finishing the drink, he wiped his mouth and continued:

"Without the prosthetic body, he is just a rat. He is basically a waste. He has money, but he is a waste, but he is really difficult to kill.

His head was shattered and he was still alive. The trauma team was buzzing like flies. I grabbed the trophy next to him and smashed him into a pulp.

Haha, I still remember my partner acting like a monkey and kept shouting: That’s not the plan! Run!

While running, I regretted the neural implants that I smashed, which made me laugh to death. "

After speaking, the Savage King shook his head, and the prosthetic body that occasionally flashed red and yellow lights returned to normal.

Matt was dumbfounded by this, but he was a child, and children are curious about everything, so he was curious about what happened next.

He asked: "What happened next? The trauma team, and where you boxed."

"The trauma team only attacks people who get in their way, and I've already smashed their client before they got there, so they can only watch me swagger away.

The black boxing venue was disbanded, and the company's public relations department became anxious. This guy was the backbone of biotechnology, and the city center was blocked for a long time.

Until I started to move around the city center with those brainless idiots, until now, all the high-end black boxing venues you can find in Night City are all hanging out with me. "

The Savage King showed his somewhat blackened teeth and grinned——

The black color is not due to being eaten by insects, but because the content of metal elements exceeds the standard, and it even reflects and shines under the light.

God knows this is the first set of teeth she has grown.