My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 220: News of Death (Thanks to Alliance Leader "Her Malgok")
She couldn't answer that question.

The judgment made by a roving AI is often extremely objective and ruthless.

Humans cannot empathize with the disappearance and birth of planktonic organisms, just as AI treats humans as mere numbers when calculating gains and losses.

John didn't press the matter further.

Silver Knight 577 changed direction again.

They first stopped in front of the sisal rope rental house, dropped off the Fury enthusiast and his robotic doll, and then headed towards the West End.

"How are you going to deliver the substance to the serum?"

“Send it to ‘Dumb’, uh, that’s his nickname. He’s also a member of the Wanderers’ Alliance. The boss said that if we get the project key, we should give it to Dumb. Once he finishes his follow-up work, the boss will contact you personally.”

"Alright, more waiting."

John doesn't have much time left.

He gripped the steering wheel, driving his supercar through the bright lights and bustling city. Even during the day, the dazzling neon signs shone on the car's cover, their light filtering through the smooth glass and into John's eyes.

Gino only needed to turn his head to see the green countdown on his arm.

"It won't be long, I promise."

"um. Thank you."

The car stopped.

This is the underground parking lot of the Borago Club.

Before getting out of the car, Gino reached across the center console again and gently hugged John.

"Take care of yourself, brother."

boom.

The magnetic door closed gently.

The light control system dims the interior of the car.

John reclined his chair, resting his forehead on the cool breeze, feeling the stifling heat caused by the excessive physical strain.

He took out the last [Special Inhibitor] he carried with him and inserted it.

The side effects of the black light are disappearing quickly.

John, however, did not experience that "relaxed" pleasure—his body was gradually losing some basic functions.

[Eden City - 013 Dani Street]

John did not stop at the bottom of the apartment building.

He turned off the road, walked through the bustling streets of the West End, and enjoyed the lively atmosphere of being close to the crowds before returning to his apartment.

If death that comes in an instant is a form of pity.

A death like his, which is prolonged, is a true test of one's mental fortitude.

Not only that.

The existence of a faint "hope" hanging in the way of death is nothing short of torture.

John looked up as he walked past the low-rent apartments.

The damage to the building caused by his being hunted by internet censors has been repaired.

The balcony light was on in that apartment; someone had already moved in.

A sweet and sour scent drifted through the air.

The spot where Gerry and Maya used to have their stall has been taken over by a new mobile vendor, which appears to be a quick-cooking sushi restaurant.

The raw materials they used were of poor quality.

The instant rice cooked at high temperatures even has a faint plastic smell.

John had no interest in tasting it and turned to walk into the apartment building.

Ding--

A waiter robot stood up from behind the bar in the lobby on the ground floor.

The black and gold color scheme of the short skirt is very business-like.

The designers did not conceal their "intelligent" characteristics.

The silver-white faceplate featured mosaic-like expressions, while the mechanical structure was directly exposed at the joints and neck, as if Jingke Heavy Industries was showing off its industrial art.

"Welcome home, Mr. John. You have a package to collect. Please check it when you return to your apartment. There are no visitor records at the moment. If you need to schedule a service appointment, or renew or upgrade your package..."

Ding--

John stepped into the elevator.

The elevator doors closed, isolating the voice of the intelligent butler from the outside world.

The image of the "catgirl" android inexplicably popped into his mind, so he casually sent a message to Sword Rope.

Remember to see a doctor.

The other party should have received it.

He looked exhausted when he got out of the car, but he's still awake now?

Forget it.

John didn't want to speculate about the private lives of Fury enthusiasts and android dolls. The vending machine beeped.

The sound of dripping water came from the bathroom, and the glass panel displayed a live broadcast of the crash site and the latest death toll.

John waved his hand, and the motion-sensor nozzle retracted its water jet.

He changed his clothes, picked up a glass as he passed the bar, and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window—skyscrapers cut through the gray sky, holographic advertisements flowed across the glass curtain walls, and hovercars roared around and disappeared into the distance with the roar of their vector engines.

The company dog ​​walked hurriedly.

Wastewater dripping from the drainpipe landed on the leaflets.

A homeless man huddled in front of faded graffiti.

Eden City has fully awakened amidst the lingering neon lights.

John looked away, adjusted the room's brightness, and went back to his bed on the second floor.

As if remembering something, he called [Olos Grenada].

The legendary middleman didn't answer the phone; perhaps he had changed his contact information, or perhaps he had simply blocked the naive mercenary.

John thought for a moment, then sent a message to Kuang Xin.

I'd like to talk to Orlos, can you help?

Kuang Xin replied almost instantly.

[Contact Person - Kuang Xin (Brilliant Unicorn)]

[Unread messages: 1]

[Winning over a woman is the hardest job in the world, and you, my friend, have consulted the world's best expert. Wait for my reply.]

"..."

John was somewhat speechless.

This Asian corporate dog's mind is filled with nothing but business and sex.

John put his mind at ease, lay down on the white rectangular bed, took a sleeping pill, adjusted the aromatherapy system to calming mode, and slowly closed his eyes in the Gaia Cell bio-spray.

A somewhat hazy dream.

John dreamed that he was sitting in the driver's seat of Ironbound Logistics.

His name tag was hanging above the driver's seat, and on the back was a white business card with the bar's sex partner's contact information written on it in marker.

The vehicle is moving forward.

John looked at the monitor and could only see the work ID swaying, but he couldn't make out his own face sitting in the driver's seat.

He tried to change direction and suddenly fell off the bridge made of pixels.

cold.

Icy.

John was trapped in a square container, with painful blocks of ice beneath him and hard bulletproof glass in front of him.

He stretched out his hand and shouted!
The white mist clung to the glass, suddenly reflecting its own image.

It was a face devoid of color.

That was the body of John Chavez.

"Ah—damn—"

John was jolted awake from his bed.

He reached out and found that the sheets were soaked with sweat.

Beep beep, beep beep, beep beep.

A digital clock made up of pixel bars is blinking.

[Time: 18:06]

John raised his arm, looking at the green numbers.

He slept until the afternoon, his exhausted body recovering with limited efficiency, but his life...

Seven days left.

[Unread messages: 1]

[Contact Person - Gino (7 missed calls)]

John walked down the steel staircase to the bathroom to shower, only to find that he had set his sleep mode to Do Not Disturb after entering a deep sleep.

He quickly called back.

Gino's voice trembled slightly, and his breathing became rapid.

[John...I, I'm here...Phew...Come quickly!]

John instantly sensed something was wrong.

"Calm down, where are you? I'm coming right away."

[...I, phew~ I'm here at the sisal rope.]

He is dead.

(End of this chapter)