My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 103 103: Network Supervision Office
Rail cars pass over the city.

Sunlight penetrated the glass curtain wall to separate the light and dark areas, but the train soon got into the shadow of high-rise buildings, and only LCD advertising screens were left in the carriage to deliver various product information.

[Mission objective updated. 】

[Talk to Hugo. (optional)]

"Are you seeking revenge?"

John asked.

He actually didn't care, he just continued the topic, and even focused most of his attention on listening to the radio.

He was terrified every time the train stopped.

"Revenge? Haha, I don't have any hatred, just... anger. When I came back to my senses, I realized that I had been tricked. I could only punch anyone I caught. It's meaningless."

Hugo smiled bitterly and shook his head.

He continued.

Network monitoring is essentially similar to companies.

Hugo looked out the car window at the high-rise buildings in the city, passing by aerostats and various aircraft, and murmured.

Hugo was leading the team to deal with the aftermath, but the tragic battle crushed the last glimmer of hope in his heart.

"I used to think that he was difficult to get along with, but after the Pompeii incident, this emotion turned into awe. No one dared to approach him. This guy's hostility even extended from cyberspace to reality. He will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals."

"Why did you leave the network supervisor?"

Hugo frowned and thought before giving an unexpected comment.

"Yes, but there is no evidence."

The state troopers survive every time.

"Later, the AI ​​of Faqi Industrial Intelligence went out of control. A super hacker named Serum turned the tide and designed a customized logic cage. Network surveillance made a deal with the company..."

"The state police, me, and a dead hacker all had the same rank at the beginning, and we competed and restrained each other..."

"State trooper... Shet, he is... um, the kind of law enforcer who hates evil."

"Any examples?"

Hugo paused.

"We have all experienced the Pompeii incident. Internet surveillance branches from all over the country have to mobilize forces to support. He was the first batch... Looking back now, maybe the director at the time wanted to kill the state police. After all, young people climbed up too fast. It will affect the superstructure.”

The sun suddenly illuminated the carriage, awakening the distracted passengers.

Hugo said as he buttoned the dirt at the corners of his eyes.

Hugo took a breath and stretched out his hand to hold on to the iron railing - the scenery outside the window was changing rapidly. The train was turning, drawing a long and narrow arc next to the colorful and bright high-rise buildings.

"His whereabouts are becoming more and more mysterious, and there are more and more implants in the experimental stage. The elimination rate and promotion rate of his subordinates are almost the same. They say that following the state police is to trade your life for a future."

John asked him.

Swah——

John became curious.

John slumped in a metal armchair and listened to the story.

He prefers material comfort and wishes he could get off work. He has never coveted the position of office director.

The state trooper returned safe and sound.

The state police is a dangerous role and there may be conflicts, so it is good to know some past experiences in advance.

Hugo turned his head and asked, and when John nodded, he continued.

"Not long after, the original director died, and the state police took over and took charge of the entire Eden City Internet Supervision Office."

John sneered expressionlessly.

"I'm serious. He has some kind of paranoia about technology. He was interviewed several times for excessive enforcement of laws. Instead of expelling him, he was given more invisible rights."

"Only two survived, and one was paralyzed and had surgery to remove a piece of brain tissue."

Rumble.

"and then?"

He took deep breaths from time to time and seemed very tired. The musty smell of a decadent man was covered in blood.

His actions to hunt down AI became more and more efficient, and some implants whose origins could not be traced appeared on his body. Perhaps through certain channels, he signed an experimental agreement with a large organization.

The train breaks out of the tunnel.

It also has classes and competition within it, and it is even more inhumane. It fights criminals and wandering AIs in cyberspace. In the end, the mission completion rate and the number of captures are greater than human rights.

But the character became more extreme.

Hugo had a happy family and a considerable income back then. Law enforcement in cyberspace was just a job to support his family.

“Have you had any contact with the state police?”

The train roared into the tunnel.

The successfully captured rogue AI was originally supposed to be handed over to network supervisors for processing.

But he used this thing to make a deal with Faqi Industry, in exchange for prosperity, wealth and peace of mind for the rest of his life.

"It turns out, haha, they are all fucking liars."

Hugo's miserable appearance now shows everything. Behind any company recruitment or transaction is oppression.

"I'm quite lucky. Some unlucky people gave their lives to the company and were treated as guinea pigs. They kept experimenting and lost themselves. In the end, they didn't even have their souls left."

"Do you hate Fuki Industries?"

"Of course, and I've had my revenge."

Hugo smiled tiredly.

He said that the wandering AI released on the road just now was the one that he personally handed over to Faqi Industries.

"Over the years, I have hidden a skill and put it to use."

Hugo touched his stubble and estimated that he would get off the bus in a few stops, so he took out a chip from his pocket and handed it to John.

"What you want."

"...Fake, is...is that that one?"

John's heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

He imagined debugging in a dark and stuffy equipment room, or having his brain cut open on the operating table, but he didn't expect something that could unlock the black ice program, just like that...

It was handed to me in physical form.

"This is part of Pandora's algorithm. It has been fine-tuned specifically for your situation. You can plug it in and use it. As long as you don't lie, the program will collapse from within."

Rumbling--

The train entered the tunnel again.

Darkness enveloped the carriage, the windows were full of neon lights, and the only sounds around were emotionless advertisements.

John took a black rectangular box.

The flashing button detects bioelectricity, automatically unlocks, and spits out half of the chip with cumbersome wiring.

John was a little distracted.

Why does it look like a special inhibitor?

He pulled it out completely and immediately discovered the difference, at least from a hardware level.

[Mission target update]

[Use cracking program. (unacommpolished)】

John took a deep breath.

He inserted the chip into the back of his head.

The intercity train left the tunnel, and the sunlight and flashing city scenes appeared outside the window again.

Momentary changes in pressure cause some deafness.

John heard his heart pounding, and inexplicably recalled the scene when he used the special inhibitor for the first time.

[System restarting...]

[...Parse failed...Try secondary calibration...Successfully responded to the data fragment, the logic loop value is abnormal...Jump, the jump operation was successful...]

Black light boils.

John felt a ringing in his ears, followed by the familiar feeling of vomiting, as if something was awakening in his body.

He laughed uncontrollably.

"Ah, it's really fucked. I feel like my brain hasn't been so clear in a long time."

The trance caused by cyberpsychosis wears off.

John stretched refreshed.

The Atlanta virtual network is connecting to the city's local area network, and various equipment and vehicles, including the Black Spider, are all receiving commands to restart remotely.

[Critical value: 67%↑]

John noticed that his cyberpsychosis indicators were rising. But I didn't feel any discomfort at all, and I even had a hunch that I only need to return to the apartment and take a special inhibitor to clear up the side effects.

"I'll leave at the next stop, thanks man."

John raised his head and leaned against the glass, blowing a whistle. The pressure that had been there for a long time was slowly dissipating.

[System restart completed. 】

[Researching...Emergency Plan 9...Equipment...]

The text suddenly disappeared.

John frowned - he seemed to have seen some disturbing message just now.

"No need to thank me."

Hugo took over John's words.

he said tiredly.

"This is a deal. Let's settle things. When I get to the Plato Network Security Department, I guess I won't have much to do with each other except commercial assassinations for the rest of my life. After all, you are a mercenary, right? You and a corporate hacker are like two different classes of people. "

"You're so heartless, what a corporate dog."

John laughed and taunted Hugo.

He is currently not feeling any discomfort.

The Black Ice program should be deactivated, and the rest of the information should be investigated when you are alone. There is no need to expose your privacy to the people next to you.

The train is moving fast.

Station information flashes.

John estimated that he still had a few minutes to talk, so he kept talking to avoid the atmosphere getting awkward.

"Why did you go to Plato? Do you know anyone?"

"It's just a coincidence. In fact, I have talked with several companies, but the terms are similar. They all think that I am a prisoner and want to control me in a more cost-effective way."

Hugo shook his head mockingly.

"But Plato was the only one who responded to me. It's a personnel manager, it doesn't matter if I tell you. His name is Pacifica Connor."

The air in the train seemed to be blocked for a moment.

John's eyes widened and he turned to look at Hugo, who seemed to be frightened by his expression.

"Pacifica...are you sure it's called this?"

John felt an electric current running from his scalp to his tailbone.

Hugo frowned and asked what happened to the name?
It was difficult for him to obtain outside information during the witness protection program, and he had a poor relationship with network surveillance, and it was even less possible for him to learn the specific situation from the state police...

John gasped.

"Pasifica Connor is the name of the serum. She has been missing for more than half a year. The Plato Laboratory is searching for her whereabouts. How can I chat with you on the Internet?"

The more he spoke, the more frightened he became.

Hugo narrowed his eyes to show suspicion, but was soon relieved, and then his expression became more solemn.

"Let me tell you, there is a sense of dissonance everywhere... John, how much do you know about the serum? You must tell me, this..."

Hugo said eagerly, grabbing John's arm.

John's attention was attracted by the carriage prompts, and he didn't even bother to look at the anxious Hugo, but stared at the LCD screen on the door directly in front of him.

[Vehicle speed: UN/△]

"I haven't taken an intercity train for a long time. I just wanted to say, do you think the train today is a bit fast?"

John turned his head slowly.

Time, sounds, and colors seemed to freeze at this moment.

The scenery in the carriage within his field of vision was stretched and stretched.

Messiah's prosthetic eye was running rapidly but failed to focus. The huge inertia and centrifugal force almost caused John's heart to fly out of his chest.

John just turned his head...

next second.

His body collided with the carriage, and he paused briefly before he could see the surrounding scene clearly.

Hugo flew past.

He was sitting leaning against the railing just now, and his neck was torn apart silently by an invisible force. It was easier than ripping paper, and the blood floated in the air in a strange state.

Other passengers in the carriage were also displaced.

Tempered glass, pitch-black electronic components, and all kinds of odds and ends were crushed and shattered in the air.

Bang, bang.

John's vision flipped again.

He even suspected that the few frames just now were hallucinations, but the severe pain emanating from various parts of his body in the darkness reminded him that everything was really happening.

The deafening noise drowned out the world.

John smashed the middle partition door of the carriage, grazed the lifting ring, and broke two vertical pole handrails.

Fortunately, the alloy arm withstood the impact, otherwise it would have been torn apart by various obstacles in the carriage.

even so.

John still felt difficulty breathing and even lost control of his prosthetic limb. His left hand had been bent outward at a weird angle, and he was still rolling wantonly in the messy space.

boom.

John was thrown into a corner position.

He coughed up blood violently and didn't know how many carriages he had crossed. A terrible feeling of weightlessness followed one after another.

Glass scratched cheek.

John suddenly woke up and looked out the window.

The tempered glass that originally projected various advertisements has disappeared and turned into blades flying all over the sky, leaving only a twisted rectangular frame filling in the strong wind.

Trains suspended from city tracks are spinning out of control.

Thick smoke was rising from those cement and metal bridges, and the long snake-like car had detached itself, bursting out flames and arcs one by one, rushing towards the ground at a fatal angle.

John's body was suspended in the carriage.

He clawed and clawed in the air, but he could never find a good place to focus.

The few seconds in the air are very clear.

John's brain cells were desperately trying to remember every detail, and adrenaline was being secreted crazily, but he couldn't stop it from happening.

Shadows fell over the surroundings.

John saw several staggered thick lines through the rectangular frame, as well as various moving block objects.

It took him a few tenths of a second, maybe less, but after a moment of confusion, he realized:

In front of him is the road of Eden City.

The earth and the citizens are facing a violent impact with horror, and the screams and wind are savagely entering the ears.

Fear overwhelmed all kinds of random thoughts.

The long steel snake made a sharp roar.

John staggered around in the carriage like a billiard ball, and finally flew out through the gap.

He was inconspicuous among the explosions and flames.

The billboard under the municipal overpass was penetrated, and the bushes full of dust and debris caught John.

He sank into the dirt.

Consciousness has become blurred.

John lost his sense of time.

He seemed to have seen the huge bent and burning carriage collapse a second or third time and hit the bridge, causing hot wind and iron to blow over his body.

More things fell into the grass.

When John came to his senses again, the sky around him had turned dark, sirens and radios were coming from all directions, and emergency teams and ECPD aerial vehicles were constantly intersecting.

I don’t know how much time passed.

John regained consciousness again and tried to raise his head, but failed. He moved his head drowsily and saw his broken arm stuck in the ground not far away.

The last time he woke up he was startled by mechanical sounds.

[Emergency Procedures [Effective]]

Click, click, click.

The black spider cut off the wood and moved away the iron sheet.

Its dense red light covered John's unfocused eyes, and then he took out a special inhibitor and slowly put it into his slot.

The sound of machinery sounded in the grass.

(End of this chapter)