Interdimensional science and technology starting from cyberpunk

"That's definitely a cyber psychopath. I heard Selvan talking nonsense, saying something about machine souls and other incomprehensible words.

He used his position to change the factory's operating mode and manually created a flying steel accident, causing the production line to overspeed under the wrong circumstances and products to fly around.

This set of actions must be rational? No, it should be said that it can only be done with "intelligence", that is, he has intelligence, but no other social constraints, this is a psychopath."

Eliot told the story slowly, and Sevens listened attentively:

"But it's not enough to just talk. Do you have any actual evidence? After all."

"I really have! I found a work log in the factory, and Selvan's nonsense was recorded in it, as well as his communication records with his superiors, digital signatures and stamps, ironclad evidence."

Elliot's artificial eye flashed a faint blue light, and he reached out and took out the chip from the brain-computer interface slot.

Seeing this thing, Sevens' eyes also lit up-this time it was an exaggerated technique, and it didn't really light up.

Lucky.

At the same time, he also looked up to Elliot in his heart: In that situation, he still remembered to mess around in the internal system of the factory. This person is a talent, a great talent.

This kind of talent is insidious and strong, cunning and tough. Even when the situation is urgent, he can still think about the future, and he just broke a piece of gold medal that may be useful from the workplace.

More importantly, the company actually let him go and gave him 2,000 euros to send him away: either the company executive is a good-for-nothing, or this kid's cunning and insidiousness have exceeded the general level, and even the commonly used office software can't recognize it.

The Internet likes to say that their European Community (after thinking about it, I still adopted the European Community's statement to avoid some problems) officials are good-for-nothings, and their daily work is to read chips and drink purified water. It seems that there are many good-for-nothings in this company.

Sevens took the chip and inserted it directly into the slot on his neck.

Seeing this scene, Johnny's shadow appeared in the air. Obviously, he couldn't hold it back again.

He walked to the back of Sevens' sofa curiously:

[Johnny: So bold? Aren't you afraid of viruses inside? ]

[Lille: This is not Night City. The logic of vicious murders is stronger. Cyberpsychopathic murders are too rare. ]

[Johnny: What do you mean by the logic of vicious murders is stronger? What logic is there in this thing? Isn't it just that I want to kill him, rob his money, and then I kill him? ]

[Lille: You will have the opportunity to feel it later. Generally speaking, teachers live by the open law, and intentional murder and malicious attacks follow the underground law. The open law is unloaded on paper, and the underground law must be tried by yourself. ]

[Johnny: I think it is obvious that the official capitalism protects these guys too well, and it is a bit lawless. ]

Lille suddenly regained the feeling of just partnering with V: Good guy, you are talking about blatant and wanting to kill people, but you say that others regard killing as a low-probability event as lawless?

Elliot sweated directly: Sure enough, he is an old native of Night City on the other side of the ocean. It is true that they all have their own lives on the Internet.

It seems that since he met them, this old man with silver arms has been encouraging him to kill people?

After a while, Sevens finished reading all the information, and the light in his artificial eyes began to weaken, but it did not end completely:

Checking digital encryption signatures, scanning malware, and scanning whether the artificial system is still normal can be handed over to the system's own software.

"Tsk tsk. If this is the case, the European Tunnel Company is a bit lawless. Not only does it put the safety of employees' lives and social responsibility aside, but it also wants to use 2,000 euros to beat you, a great hero.

You are a hero, Elliot, your co-workers are counting on you. You saved them, and you have to save them a second time."

These words are comfortable, and Elliot only feels a warm current flowing through his heart: the praise he wanted did not come from the company, but the European Community gave it to him.

"How to save them?"

Severns smiled slightly: "Eurotunnel's performance is too poor and very inhumane. It also fails to comply with labor supervision laws and regulations to properly prevent the emergence of cyberpsychosis.

I think our department needs to re-examine it. There are too many risks in handing over the maintenance of the British-French channel to them.

With enough information and evidence, we can apply to our superiors to re-launch the project and allocate funds to some more powerful companies.

For the normal operation of the European Community and the safety of citizens, are you willing to be a witness?"

Elliot didn't even think about it: "Yes! I'm here to do this! That guy is too much. When do we start?"

"No hurry, Eurotunnel The company is a giant in the European Community. We need more evidence. One witness is not enough. Are you sure you can find more witnesses? "

"Of course!" Elliot patted his chest, "I guess everyone in the factory heard Selvan's nonsense that day. That voice was so scary.

I have a good relationship with the people in the factory. I saved them and they believed me.

But you know, leader, we workers just want to have a meal and live a stable life."

Severns smiled more obviously: "Haha, I think you are not an ordinary person. Elliot, your future is bright, because you are kind and know how to take care of the workers.

It is these workers who knocked out every brick and tile for the company and knocked out a solid foundation for the European Community.

They are willing to identify the company's illegal operations for the EC, and the EC will of course protect them, just as the EC has always done.

I will apply for a small amount of activity funds from the finance department to accommodate these workers, and you will have full discretion. "

Elliot was stunned for a moment, and then he became visibly nervous and excited: "Leader, can I, uh, mean, how much money do we have for this event? You know we are all poor."

"A total of 200,000 euros. This is not a small number. Find a place to place them. Safety is the top priority. Do you understand what I mean?"

[Transfer: +200,000 Euros]

[Account balance: 204,220 euros]

Two hundred thousand dollars was transferred at any time, and Elliot's brain seemed to have been hit with a heavy hammer——

In the European Community, a person's lifetime income is about 400,000 euros; while at Eurotunnel, Elliott has calculated how much money a person of his level can earn in a lifetime, and it is estimated to be about 400,000 to 500,000 euros.

Half a lifetime's worth of money was transferred to his account at once, and there was still a zero between the huge sum of money and his original savings, as if there was an insurmountable barrier between his original identity and the world he was about to enter now. .

The two hundred thousand was Severs, and the four thousand was him. The former said that two hundred thousand was not a small number and needed to be allocated by superiors, but in fact he just transferred it with a wave of his hand. God knows what account he transferred it from;

The latter was something he had saved up through hard work: he did not dare to live in a house with a window, he did not dare to buy new clothes, and the food and drinks he bought were all expired goods.

The former talks about caring about it, but it's just scraps, and the latter puts all his efforts into it, but in fact, it's all his wealth, including a sum of money that was exchanged for his life.

This string of numbers was like reminding him, reminding him of the reality: The reality is that Severs said he was serving European citizens, but in fact he said he was humble, but in fact he was so noble that he even had more scraps than Eliot. with a zero.

[Lille: Oh, poor guy, it’s so fucking embarrassing, it’s your turn to speak——]

Elliot's mind was in a trance, and he instinctively followed the inscription board on his nervous system and said, "Well, that should be enough. Do you have any recommendations for a security company?"

(I’m still working on another chapter. I might finish it tomorrow. If you can’t wait any longer, please go to bed first. Good night)