My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 216: Silence

"Whoo~"

Sisal Rope's breathing became somewhat rapid.

John knew he was interested in similar things, but he didn't expect him to be obsessed to this extent.

He suddenly felt that the person in front of him was a complete stranger.

It's also a bit morbid.

Sisal rope scratched the back of its head—the newly installed network access module was still in the adaptation phase.

It might be that the wound is itchy and painful.

"You make it sound so nice, but why isn't it being mass-produced?"

"I asked the sisal rope."

John looked at the other person with some surprise, not expecting him to still have a brain.

Bismarck did not shy away from the issue.

"Because it's expensive."

This is an experimental chip that can be used to create an advanced operating system.

Imagine using something capable of carrying heavy intelligent weapons as the core of a sex-partner AI...

How many customers can afford it?

Ultimately, it can only be customized and cannot be mass-produced.

"..."

Sisal rope's expression became very complicated.

wrong.

Very wrong.

John felt that he was not in a normal state today. The current state of his sisal rope was just like those colleagues in his memory who partied all night before cross-city transport.

Take a deep breath with the sisal rope.

How can I get one?

He was prepared to pay the price.

Bismarck shrugged and smiled easily.

"I'll just nod."

"..."

Both Sisal rope and John were deeply skeptical.

Bismarck's tone remained unchanged, but his smile disappeared.

"You have to make sure I live."

He finally said it bluntly.

John had already witnessed the organization's tight security measures when he entered the Source Formula Center, not to mention the outer barriers and drones...

The security supervisor is still watching from the monitoring room.

Will Iron Scorpion let them go?

Only with Bismarck by their side could they leave safely, but then again, once the key was decoded and they were outside, this high-ranking corporate dog was completely useless.

Whether he lives or dies is up to John.

He kept trying, but to no avail, so he tried to win over the sisal rope.

"I like to do deals with people; the most reliable relationships are those where everyone gets what they need."

"The consequences of stealing company property are very serious."

John offered a reminder.

Bismarck shook his head.

"You underestimate the authority of an independent project manager."

Bismarck was a high-class corporate dog in every sense of the word.

He could work with Safe Haven, and he always acted arrogantly in front of Aiden.

Ordinary people who live on the streets may never come into contact with someone of his level in their entire lives.

Bismarck's current docile and talkative demeanor is entirely due to his life being in the hands of others.

Precisely.

Bismarck feared “the wrath of the serum.”

He was constantly trying to divide and test Gino, the sword rope, and even John, gradually building up his chances of survival.

The longer John spent with Bismarck, the more he felt that Bismarck resembled a tie clip.

He is a purer, more sophisticated business monster; his prosthetic body and veins are filled with the exchange of interests.

Bismarck explained while demonstrating.

"I have the authority to restart the project, update the experimental logs, scan your biometrics, add a test subject number, and then I can bring the intelligent device back. You can also consult me ​​anytime if you have any after-sales issues."

He turned his head and solemnly reminded him.

Even the powerful and wealthy don't receive this treatment.

Sisal rope nodded in agreement, then realized what was happening and turned around blankly to look at the mercenary who had the most say in the team.

John crossed his arms, his expression indifferent.

[Agree to the transaction. (Optional)]

[Refuse the transaction. (Optional)]

Are you aware of the risks associated with the company's products?

John ignored Bismarck and just stared at the sword and rope.

The young hacker had a furrowed brow, greasy, long hair, and pursed lips, seemingly unsure what to say.

John saw it immediately.

He didn't hear the word "risk," but instead struggled to find the words to convince himself, like a high-flying addict with no rational thought in his mind. "If it costs you your life, are you willing to do it?"

John couldn't help but ask another question.

"It's not that serious, I..."

Jianmasheng muttered, his brows furrowed.

"OK."

John interrupted him and turned to leave the room.

He stood at the door and lit a cigarette, suddenly remembering the time he stood in the Owl Town photography studio.

Staying awake is a painful thing.

As a result, there will always be people who give up thinking and make foolish decisions.

Ten minutes later.

Bismarck came out and took out a traditional cigarette.

Two distinctly different smells permeated the corridor.

The sounds of a robotic arm churning torque, along with the soft sounds of welding and the ticking of data, drifted from the lab...

John suddenly asked a question.

"Where did you get your experimental subjects?"

He was referring to the "behavioral chip".

Before a product can be deployed to a club, it will always undergo different stages of testing.

And it must be a living person.

John was living in a low-rent apartment on Dani Street.

He had heard from sex workers that many sex dolls would change their chips within a week and receive extra pay; if the customers gave good feedback, there would be additional rewards.

Bismarck took a deep drag on his cigarette.

He asked rhetorically.

“I’ve actually seen your file, John. When you were abandoned by Ironbound Logistics, you had no insurance and were penniless. Did you ever think about dying?”

"..."

John did not answer.

Bismarck looked at the smoke drifting in front of him.

Do you know the difference between a corporate employee and an ordinary person?

Bismarck has many problems tonight.

He spoke to himself.

“There are many people on the streets of Eden who are in debt and feel they have nowhere to turn, so they find a corner and shoot themselves in the head to end it all.”

Bismarck pointed his finger at a gun, holding it to his own head.

"But if you ask any senior executive in a company, if they were desperate and all their wealth was confiscated, and a huge debt was added to save their lives, they would agree without hesitation and then climb back up."

"What do you want to say?"

John frowned.

Bismarck stubbed out his cigarette.

"Life requires courage and vision. Some people are destined to be swallowed up by this city, but people like us will rise to the top. Don't feel guilty."

"..."

John wanted to speak again.

Suddenly, cheers erupted from the laboratory.

A few minutes later.

He pushed a balance scooter out of the laboratory, with a human-shaped outline covered by a cloth.

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Gino: The job's done, let's go. I don't want to stay here anymore.

A few more minutes passed.

John, Gino, Sisal Rope, Bismarck—each one stood in the elevator, embarking on their journey amidst the flashing floor information.

of course.

There was also an intelligent robot doll wrapped in a cloth.

Bismarck promised to deliver the smart chip to him as long as both sides left peacefully and returned to a safe zone.

Gino, of course, scoffed and launched into a tirade against the sword and rope.

Bismarck stood at the very front, without turning around, his back ramrod straight.

John suddenly had an impulse—the moment he left the security checkpoint, retrieved his weapon, and got into his car, he would point his gun at this head and pull the trigger.

He is dangerous.

A danger different from that of the Iron Scorpion.

Clang.

The elevator began to move horizontally.

The smart device mounted on the self-balancing scooter tipped over and crashed into the wall of the cabin.

The covering has come off.

A beautifully crafted anime catgirl has been revealed.

It has two soft, white animal ears, fur that extends to its sideburns, and cute tiger teeth that can be seen from its slightly open mouth.

The machine hasn't been fitted with a chip yet, and its eyes look somewhat dull.

Those large, glass-like eyes...

Silently watching the world.

(End of this chapter)