My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 215: Products

Bismarck did not answer.

He took a deep drag of his cigarette, slowly exhaled, remained silent for a long time, and then suddenly burst out laughing.

"Yes, Source Equation's biological products, such as biomimetic fur and artificial leather, were quite popular back then."

"Correct!"

My interest in sisal rope was immediately ignited.

He was so engrossed in the conversation that he couldn't stop, discussing the differences between cotton and wool and silk, and commenting on the 3D effects and tactile feel of several products.

The sisal rope is more professional than the designer.

John and Bismarck remained silent, looking at him through the thin smoke in the corridor.

Sisal rope wasn't embarrassed at all, and even asked a question in return.

Why haven't there been any follow-up products?

"..."

Bismarck took another deep drag on his cigarette.

Just when John thought he didn't want to delve into the topic, Bismarck suddenly spoke up, like a machine reconnecting to a signal.

"There are follow-up products... but they haven't been fully rolled out yet."

He pressed the cigarette butt into the metal trough filled with quartz sand, expressionless.

The sisal rope showed greater interest.

Bismarck raised his hand to signal him to be quiet, then turned and tapped the wall with his finger, scanning his biometric information against the lit hidden panel.

A hidden terminal pops up under the wall light strip.

Bismarck retrieved project information in front of Sisal Rope and even forwarded a few product images, teasing the dopamine of plush toy lovers.

He then proposed:

“Unbinding the key will take a little time. I can take you to the lab to see the final version.”

The sisal rope was in high spirits.

John was also free, but before he left, he sent Gino a message—keep in touch, if either of them suddenly loses contact, it means something is wrong.

Bismarck led the way.

They traversed the arched ceiling and entered the elevator under the watchful eyes of other staff and security personnel.

hum-

The rapidly falling elevator car made one's eardrums bulge.

[Experimental Layer: BH26]

The floor numbers in the source equation are divided into two segments.

The former refers to a region, and the latter to a floor, but the numbers increase downwards.

Yggdrasil is very sensitive to balance.

John felt that the elevator he was in had gone straight down and then moved horizontally a few times.

Only a small portion of the source equations are exposed on the Earth's surface.

Data transmitted via sisal rope shows:

Its actual area is almost three-quarters the size of the southeastern wasteland of Eden.

In Eden City, where multinational corporations congregate, the sheer scale speaks volumes.

puff-

The elevator car doors open.

John felt a chill.

The air was filled with a fragrance reminiscent of high-end hotels, mixed with biotechnology.

Bismarck did not work on the bionic fur project.

But he is an independent project manager, meaning he has the authority to access detailed reports, restart project trials, and commercialize the technology…

It is complex for a company to develop a technology.

It not only needs to stand out from internal competition, but also needs to deal with the transfer of personnel from outside.

Competing companies will send spies to steal information.

Key technicians may be assassinated.

Bismarck walked into the laboratory with an air of nonchalance, glancing at the names of the personnel when he was authorized to use the access control system.

He chuckled softly, whether with schadenfreude or a touch of melancholy, it was hard to tell.

Colleague relationships in the cyber era are just that brutal.

This is a huge circular room.

puff-

The electromagnetic door opens.

The rings of lights gradually lit up from the center.

The transparent glass divides the area into different zones, and on the glass surface, blue data, text descriptions, and experimental progress are displayed.

Under the spotlights in the small cubicle, there were a large number of animal pelts of different breeds on display.

They swayed gently in the breeze.

These simulated furs are used to cover the prosthetic model.

For example, an arm that is repeatedly clenching into a fist, or a thigh that is suspended to simulate walking.

The sisal rope seemed to have had its soul sucked away.

His eyes were glazed as he wandered between the display cases, carefully touching the products that were not covered by dust shields. Finally, he stopped in front of the central display stand and remained speechless for a long time.

This is a machine bust.

John had seen it at the Borrag Club, and the Dani Street apartment building also had a similar butler at the front desk.

They are covered with golden masks, move as usual, and are not equipped with high-specification weapons like security robots. Instead, they are as human-like as possible, and their expressions and behaviors are close to reality.

The mechanical creation in front of me is somewhat "exaggerated".

It only has an upper body, with arms reaching to the shoulders, and its facial features have an anime-style outline—the eye sockets are noticeably large, the nose is straight, the lips are red, and the two furry ears twitch slightly.

John could even feel it breathing as he got closer.

To be honest, he felt a little creeped out.

The super-sensory chip and the animated advertisement are the same thing; seeing it in real life would be a bit disorienting.

Sisal rope's gaze never left him.

He lay on the glass, staring blankly and chuckling, as if even his soul had found peace.

Bismarck touched the terminal, read the project files, and then reviewed them himself.

He gave a brief explanation.

Full-body customization, personality integration, offline AI growth...

John didn't understand.

Sisal rope wasn't listening at all.

"Oh my god, my bones are melting. How much money would it cost to take her with me?"

The sisal rope looked like it was on a high.

He placed his hands on the edge of the display stand, stuck out his butt, and looked up to stare at the robotic doll.

Bismarck put away his terminal and said with a smile.

"It hasn't been mass-produced yet; it didn't even pass internal testing."

"why?"

"The building you are standing in now is a biological research center that ranks highly in Eden City and even the world. The products we launch cannot be just a high-end inflatable doll."

Sisal rope's face turned very pale.

Bismarck calmly countered with a question.

Do you consider sex partners to be human?

This is a moral issue.

John had visited the "Steel Forest" of the Borago Club and entered high-end clubs frequented by Japanese people.

Those who work in the sex industry all wear "behavioral chips".

The sex puppet entrusts its body and speech to the chip.

The chip provides services based on the user's profile, satisfying their sexual preferences. Based on massive psychological data, it can make every sentence resonate with the customer's heart.

Work finished, remove the chip.

The sex dolls will revert to themselves, and for the sake of secrecy, they have no memory of their work.

The "personality" that the customer knows is actually stored in that personalized "behavioral chip," or rather, in the customer profile on the club's cloud server.

Are sex partners considered people?
John subscribed to Cyber ​​Nights and watched an episode discussing the topic.

The guests were arguing fiercely.

They talked about everything from the definition of a person to the body and soul, from the hardships of sex workers to the exploitation by gangs and corporations, but they didn't come to a decent conclusion.

Arguments and conflicts are the flashpoints of the cyber age.

No one can convince the other side.

And nobody is going to solve the problem.

John's mind was racing, but he didn't say a word.

Sisal rope became quite embarrassed when the topic of sex dolls came up, but then became more sober, and the infatuation on his face faded considerably.

He licked his lips and said it directly.

"I don't know, I haven't tried it."

"...Fuck."

Bismarck even refrained from muttering a curse under his breath.

He had clearly prepared a speech, but he never expected that the hacker's body was cleaner than his mind.

Bismarck patiently continued to explain.

“We are not a sex toy company. Even if high-end dolls have exquisite fur, customers are not really interested.”

John agreed with this view.

He had seen him at Kuang Xin's raucous party.

Those high-ranking corporate executives and political figures have more elaborate methods and use more expensive and diverse props.

Kuang Xin once said:

A docile machine is not as exciting as a docile human.

Compared to that scene, the custom-made smart devices did indeed lack originality.

"So fur is just a side product; the real challenge we're tackling is chips."

Bismarck waved gently.

The half-body figure automatically retreated, raising a black cylinder. The six-lobed soft metal spiral at the top unfolded, revealing the chip in the deepest slot.

【RTH Chip - 770125 (Unregistered)】

Snapped.

Bismarck snapped his fingers.

The precision chip appears purplish-black under the spotlight.

The metallic luster moved slowly.

Bismarck looked at it with the same intensity as he looked at the furry creature, only the former was more restrained.

He draped the sisal rope over his shoulder without any hesitation.

Two people, exuding a faint medicinal scent, murmured softly.

“Imagine that.”

Bismarck squinted.

"Your plush companion has stepped out of the super-sensory chip, possesses a completely independent personality, has self-growth and emotional needs, and will not forget you after putting on clothes like a sex doll, nor will it use language calculated by big data to appease or deceive you."

He gently patted the back of the sisal rope.

"It... Sorry, she is a truly perfect partner."

(End of this chapter)