Next door to Hanging Street, Red Dream Club
At the entrance of the club, two men in sunglasses stared coldly at the people around them, with their hands on their waists.
As Mrs. Red Dream's Ma Zai, they are used to seeing the ups and downs of the outer city. The rise, expansion, and decline of new gangs. Some lucky ones established security companies and left here, while some gangs fell apart due to various unexpected factors. , there are also some gang leaders who will sell the entire gang at a good price, move to the enterprise zone themselves, and become the management of the enterprise.
The gang that was betrayed was a large-scale group experiment.
The only ones who can really stay here are some old monsters under the water, like Madam Red Dream.
Therefore, facing the threat of gangs, they took it very seriously and took a very high attitude.
However, it was somewhat unexpected that these people were not members of the Welfare Gang, nor were they vassal forces of the Welfare Gang, but civilians from the outer city.
It's actually easy to distinguish between civilians and gangsters. Those prosthetic eyes have five or six product placements implanted in them, playing them continuously for 30 hours, or they are covered in experimental prosthetics, and take experimental drugs, causing their expressions to become distorted from time to time. Yes, that is 100% civilian correct.
These technological experiments are not entirely the result of companies’ pervasive advertising and forced trials. A considerable part of them are the choices of ordinary people.
In the city that never sleeps, businesses have to pay taxes, self-employed individuals have to pay taxes, and individuals have to pay taxes.
If you are a corporate employee, there will naturally be companies that help you pay data tax.
If you are a gang member, you can pay taxes automatically by killing people, no, testing new weapons.
And if you are an ordinary person and you want to survive in the city that never sleeps, then actively accepting various corporate benefits is actually a good choice.
Painful biopharmaceutical trials could be solved with just a 'nociceptive denervation'.
The painful prosthetic transformation experiment only requires an 'enhanced virtual machine' to complete. If you are lucky, you can even enter the cyberspace and enjoy the mental freedom of being completely separated from the physical body and become a human being. The name of the cyber race is no longer troubled by the world.
This type of people is actually the most numerous in the Evernight City. They can be natives, bionics, or even low-level AIs.
They don't go out during the day, and they don't go out at night. A virtual machine is enough to last a lifetime. After old age and death, the head parts can be sold in exchange for a 'holographic projection urn'.
Only when you have no money, will you appear on the streets with a swagger, and look at each new company's new product with a 'God's' eye, and see the benefits of using his 'product'.
Strong monopolies and global dominating companies will also provide sufficiently superior additional services for this type of 'capsule people', such as stimulating body sensations and enhancing virtual machine experience.
Typical of me, as long as I act bad enough, even I, the King of Heaven, won’t be a fool!
And their nicknames, 'sensory experiencers', 'capsule people', and 'capsule gods', are each more awesome than the other.
They are called 'capsule people' because their role in cyber society is very much like the 'edible capsule' layer in the shell of a drug.
What surprised the two macho men in sunglasses was that all the people surrounding the entrance of the Red Dream Club were 'capsule people'.
This feels like a ghost in broad daylight!
"Miss Sakura——"
One of the security guards quickly held down his collar and reported to the police via a button communicator.
"Don't rush to do it. See what they want to do."
In fact, the security guards thought so too. It wasn't that they couldn't deal with these weaklings, but the Capsule Man in front of them. Each one of them was involved in at least a dozen large companies' drug trials, advertising experiments, and prosthetic body trials. It was impossible to kill them. Even Mrs. Hongmeng will feel very troublesome if she offends certain departments of certain companies.
What's more important is that these people are drooling and their eyes are white. It looks like they are in "physical trusteeship". You can hack them to death and they won't know what happened.
It is worth mentioning that this kind of 'rental human body' technology is generally used in certain places that are not suitable for children, such as their Red Dream Club, where white-collar workers, unemployed, married, and single are all available, and they are a perfect fit. All your hobbies.
But when this technology is used against one's own people, it's very painful.
"These people are typical dead pigs who are not afraid of boiling water," a man in sunglasses gritted his teeth.
These capsule people are really just dead pigs who are not afraid of being scalded by boiling water. I don’t even care about being alive. Why are you afraid that you will kill me? If you have the ability, do it. If you kill my company, I will cause trouble for you!
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In the Red Dream Club, Miss Sakura looked at the holographic projection expressionlessly, her long mechanical nails hooking up and down. Only those familiar with it would know that this was her expression when she was nervous.
Next to her, Sister Ji was also very nervous. The reason for her nervousness was that Mrs. Hongmeng was not in the club.
Without this giant Buddha sitting in charge, she was also very scared to face these 'urban zombies'.
His second death will not fall on the head of this group of 'capsule people'. I heard that dead otakus are very perverted. This group of people is almost the ultimate dark version of dead otakus.
Seeing that Sister Ji was nervous, Miss Sakura stopped hooking her nails and said calmly: "With the firepower of the club, it is no problem to kill these thousands of people."
Sister Ji breathed a sigh of relief, and then immediately became eager to try. If she could get rid of these thousand mobs, how much experience would she gain?
Come on! Come on! I personally use the machine gun to clear out the monsters!
Miss Sakura glanced at the other party and saw what the other party was thinking, and said: "Our real enemy is not them, but the people behind them."
"who?"
“Hard-coded God.”
Thanks to the environment where rumors are flying all over the Red Dream Club, Sister Ji really knows who this cyber god is.
His true form is actually a cyber hacker, and a fallen cyber hacker.
As a profession in the chaotic camp, it can be called a 'degenerate' behavior, which basically has nothing to do with criminal law.
Simply put, this hacker screwed up and became a member of the growing group of 'capsule people'.
Although this 'technical nerd' switched jobs to the 'dark death nerd' for unknown reasons, his technical skills were obviously not lost. In the process of being ruined, he developed a series of human brain cracking software, which can be used to a large extent. Welfare of enterprises, and isolating the experimental losses of enterprises, many benefits can even be used in vain.
As for how to obtain this kind of "cracked software", call his name, praise his name, and promote his deeds.
Thus, 'Hard Code God' was born!
As for the hacker's final fate, no one knows whether he was addicted to colorful virtual pleasures, transformed into a cyber god, or was simply recruited by a company and changed his job from a dark nerd to a hard worker.
But this series of compressed file packages of 'human brain cracking software' has become the legendary 'capsule Bible'.
The street sect of 'Hard Coded God' began to rise rapidly because of this 'dark dead house Bible'. Currently, among street sects, it is already the leader in the second echelon, and its number is close to that of Turing in the first echelon. teach.
In the holographic projection, under the control of the manipulator behind the scenes, the people with broken capsules began to perform various worship movements. Some were in standard soil seats, some began to dance house dances, and some began to cry bitterly. They shed tears, called out the nickname of a certain virtual idol, and some took out their own multi-purpose cheer sticks.
The next moment, the red light shines brightly in the Red Dream Club.
The projection of the local area network fell in front of the two girls - the same virtual Red Dream Club. Data streams like raindrops began to hit the surface of the 'Red Dream Club', and a large number of virtual people began to drill into the gates, pipes, underground tunnels and other places. Entering, even within the thick mosaic, capsule people began to force their way through the wall.
"Madam is not here, and no one controls the LAN. We have to go in and protect the LAN from being destroyed!"
Miss Sakura pressed a hidden mechanism. The next moment, the bar began to open, revealing a large number of access points. A large number of android girls began to walk around like zombies. The back of their necks, wrists, temples and other parts were opened one after another, and plugs were explored one by one. out.
The data transmission function of the LAN was turned on. Sister Ji suddenly felt a lightness in her head. When she reacted, she was shocked to find that the gray skill on the player panel, the 'Network Implantation' skill, was lit up.
"Damn it, let me fight with people online, this sister is the best at it!"
The next moment, Sister Ji's tentacles branched out ten plugs and inserted them into the interface one by one.
'This move suddenly feels so offensive. '
The sensory signals turned into countless numbers and flowed in the digital space. Sister Ji felt like she was being hugged tightly and then released by one strong man after another.
Feeling good and bad at the same time
This made Sister Ji, the senior sister of the butter district, extremely unbearable. She really wanted to say, "You guys can come together, sister is in a hurry."
After all, a local area network is not like cyberspace, which can immerse you in a sea of pseudo-sensory signals.
After intermittent 'digital dialing', Sister Ji finally gathered enough pseudo-sensory signals, her eyes darkened, and when the lights came on again, she logged into the 'Red Dream Club' again.
It's just that this 'Red Dream Club' is a local area network.
"Hey, it's no different from reality."
In reality, Sister Ji is near the bar, while in the LAN, Sister Ji is on the second underground floor, in the famous studio area, with various pink exercise rooms, which contain a variety of professional exercise tools.
"Is this hinting at something, sister?"
The next moment, a figure appeared on the ground, a capsule man in reality.
"Open the monster, open the monster!"
In the LAN, Sister Ji felt that she had unlimited energy and unlimited use of her ultimate moves.
The next moment, as if Sadako was opening up, countless implanted threads spurted out, and soon, battle records were displayed one by one.
[You killed the hallucination clone of 'Capsule Man' Shinji, experience +30]
[You killed the hallucination clone of the 'Capsule Man' Mi Toma, experience +30]
[You killed the hallucination clone of 'Capsule Man' Allen, experience +30]
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"Illusion clone?"
Hallucination clone: In the colorful virtual world, every touch, every addiction, and every resonance of nerve signals of the capsule person will produce a hallucination clone.
Note: The difference between reality and virtuality is the difference between darkness and light. The real world will last forever!
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