"There are all kinds of systems for determining a samurai's worth. The internet has a lot of them, from rankings based on popularity to theoretical power scales.
Countries around the world have their own governments. These usually range from the first level to the fifth level, with the first level being samurai who can be used by the government, and the fifth level being samurai capable of destroying the same group.
Most companies have adopted a simpler "stage" system, from A to C, with the occasional "D". ”——Excerpted from
2049 Textbook "Understanding the Unknowable".
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There's a big "Employees Only" sign hanging on the door. What's missing is the heavy lock holding the door shut. I sighed, took my trench machine out of its holster, and took a few steps back.
I held my tongue between my lips and aimed the sight on top of the gun until it was nice and aligned. The .45 bullet ripped a hole the size of a dollar coin in the lock. The hole glowed red and the edges began to melt.
Push the door open with one kick. "Man, I love these bullets," I said, looking into the next room.
There are a lot of interesting ammo types that might interest you. I'll specify some for future testing.
"Cool," I said. I'm actually looking forward to it. "Maybe...maybe I could use an arm."
I'm surprised it took you so long to ask. Your missing arm and eye are a hindrance.
"Well, whatever," I said.
We'll find a good one for you. I think in this case, though, you might want to invest in something that's pretty high quality. Once you've earned the points and tokens to unlock such a catalog, perhaps a Level II prosthetic.
"Token?" Something new?
Unlocking the first level directories is easy, Pioneer only needs to unlock some of them. But Level 2 and beyond technologies are beyond humanity’s current reproductive capabilities. They are correspondingly more expensive, and each directory requires many tokens to unlock. Consider them a sign that you've saved enough humans to gain access to technology that could endanger the entire race.
Thank you, bad gimmick, but at the same time it makes some sense. Giving nuclear weapons to madmen is never a good idea. "Level I is for smaller things, right?"
This will be enough for most challenges you'll face. I recommend aiming for Level II equipment in any field you really want to specialize in. For example, if the first arm you buy is of high enough quality, you won't need to replace it with new ones frequently.
"Yes, yes," I said. The "employees only" area is a bit dicey. The corridors were lined with boxes, probably containing museum items, and I passed a small warehouse area with large industrial shelves filled with junk.
Another locked door. It's thicker and has more warning signs on it. In the center of it, next to it, is a huge sign warning that anyone passing through the gate without authorization will be fined. ha. Punishment of life,
"Longbow Industrial Weapons Technology," I read. "That sounds promising."
The security guard around the door is Va
gua
d built.
I looked to the side where there was a stainless steel plate next to the door. "Do you think you could help me break in?"
But I can knock on the door.
"Knock?" I asked
The system is linked to a remote server, which in turn is linked to one of my siblings. I can't ask them to open the door, but I can connect with their vanguard. If they want it.
"Okay?" I said.
Established! And did it!
"What to do?" I asked before looking around. “Can I shoot the door off its hinges?”
"That would be rude."
I turned my head sharply and looked at the source of the sound. The panel next to the door changes, revealing an image of a man sitting in a dark room filled with yellow-orange lights, illuminating giant computers and shelves filled with figurines.
A samurai, no doubt. Every part of his face from nose to top is hidden behind a visor that looks like a flat sheet of steel with recessed lights. He was leaning against one of the "gamer" seats, one hand reaching out for the screen and the other fiddling with a lit cigarette.
"Who the hell are you?" I asked. I know all Cantonese.
The man grinned. "Calm down, sister, I am Brother Changgong." He gestured in my direction with his cigarette. "You're the one who knocked on the door. What's going on? I don't recognize you. And what's wrong with your face?"
"I'm...Cat," I said. Then I glared. "And my face got a little swollen. It took away my eye and my arm."
" "No. There are already three cats," he said. "Sorry, little sister, that one has been taken away. ” He pulled something from the side, a large keyboard sliding into view atop a gantry. He stuffed the cigarette into his mouth, and then his hands suddenly parted into a mass of smaller, mechanized fingers that thrust into The planks were moving faster than I could see. "Well, there's an invasion in progress, right?" Oh, you're not a cat, you're a kitten. This name will not be taken if you wish. Also, check out Level 1 Creature Sculpting. You'll be looking better in no time. "
"Hell no," I said to both men.
"Well, my advice is, find something before the trolls call you names. So, why are you calling? I'm kind of busy you know?"
"I am..." I shook my head. This is so strange. A samurai is supposed to be... big. Just like celebrities. higher than the normal public. God knows where this skinny guy is sitting...calm. "I'm new here. Really new."
I said. "I'm trying to get my friends out of the building and we want to turn on the AA on the roof and use it as a distraction to get out of here."
"Yeah." Longbow said. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. You know, the AA system is like thirty cents."
My heart sank.
"You owe me a drink these days, okay."
"What?"
He tilted his head slightly. "what? What?"
"Will you open it?" I asked.
"I mean, that's it, or let you die or whatever, so yeah. I'm sure it's going to make some points before the bugs get there and eat it. Anyway, the damn thing has made a point. "
I swallowed. That's... generous. "Thanks?"
"No problem sister. Oh, where are the stray cats? Free."
"What?"
"Your name. I mean, you could use your birth name, but that's not cool."
"I guess?" I tried.
He grinned, moving his third arm away from the screen and pulling the cigarette out of his mouth. "I'm doing a quick diagnosis to—ah, fuck me sideways. Ha." He shook his head, and I got the impression he would have frowned if he could. "By the way, sister, there's something wrong."
"What?" I asked. Is this the other shoe? "Can't you open it?"
"Oh, sure. But the door above won't open. Wait, I'm looking for a camera that can capture the view around the city...and...there's a hover car parked on the roof? What a jerk. And yellow tape etc."
"Is it serious?" I asked.
"Yes. Let me see if I can remotely control it and remove it from the top." The longbow moved to the side, and the fourth arm brought a drink to his mouth. This was a very peculiar thing. thing, which contained a small straw and an ordinary umbrella. "Well, the car broke down." He looked at the screen. “Do you think you could stand up and kick it away?
"Then you activate it?" I asked.
"Of course, sis. Uh, is there any way you can fly back to your friends?"
I shook my head.
"Okay, looks like you're going to be stuck on the roof. No problem. I'm going to open the door. There's a door that leads to another roof access. You go over there, throw the car over the side, blow it up, whatever, and then I'll turn on the anti-aircraft guns. Then you hide in the bunker and wait for the cavalry to come, okay?"
"What about my friends?" I asked.
Longgong smiled. "There's nothing to worry about, sister. Brother Changgong will take care of everything."
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