My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 221: Business Monster
Cherry blossom crossroads.

Neon advertisements flowed between skyscrapers like a torrential downpour, washing over the edges of the low-rise buildings and seeping into every corner.

John tightened his work jacket as he walked through the corridor in the acrid industrial fumes.

The holographic projection advertisement directly opposite is constantly changing.

The entire low-rent apartment building and the people walking in the open-air corridor were bathed in neon lights, turning blue one moment and pink the next.

The engine is churning.

The airships and aircraft were roaring.

The sounds of street gang fighting, the screeching of brakes, and fleeting gunfire...

These sounds disappeared the moment John entered the room.

The four walls filtered out the sounds and noises of the city's chewing, leaving only a low-frequency hum echoing in the mind.

Gino squatted by the entrance, covering his mouth and remaining silent.

The sisal rope was half-sunken into the central sofa, its head raised in the worn-out indentation that had shaped like a human figure.

He committed suicide; it's obvious.

A [Rongza - Burst Boy] kinetic revolver.

The gun was in the lower abdomen of the corpse; it slid off naturally after the trigger was pulled at the mouth.

From the floor behind the sofa to the front entrance of the apartment, there was residue and blood everywhere.

"I'm very sorry."

John reached out to Gino and gave her a gentle hug.

"Would you like to go outside for some fresh air?"

He helped Gino by the shoulder outside, then turned back alone to inspect the scene.

[Prosthetic: Messiah-Medusa V]

John activates the prosthetic eye plugin.

A faint yellow light flashed in his pupils, and the entire room shattered with a crash, cut into pieces by a dark blue grid, and then reassembled. An invisible ripple spread out, highlighting areas that the system had identified as abnormal traces.

There is a window directly opposite the sofa.

The neon lights projected from the skyscrapers shine through the glass into the narrow apartment.

John walked to the window and saw the android catgirl again.

She looks absolutely terrible right now:

The artificial leather on the plush ears and cheeks was torn, exposing the silicone interlayer and the metal components in the eye sockets.

Bloodstains were scattered on the surrounding floor, likely from the sisal rope used in the suicide.

A few hairs stuck to it.

The windows showed signs of forced entry.

John used his foot to flip the catgirl's prone body over—there were three gunshot wounds from her chest to her lower abdomen, the same caliber as the weapon in the sword rope's hand.

Rape?

Sacrifice for love?

John's mind raced with guesses.

There were no lights on in the room.

The air conditioner vent is directly facing the window.

John stood in the shadows, his arms hanging naturally at his sides, his gleaming prosthetic eyes scanning every suspicious corner of the room.

This detective game is a bit mind-bending.

Fortunately, the problem was solved.

John simply looked up and saw a very familiar portable terminal among the scattered items next to the coffee table.

Sisal rope is a hacker.

Since the terminal was plugged in with a data cable, perhaps he left some crucial information in cyberspace before he died.

"Are you alright? Do I need your help..."

John took the terminal back into the hallway.

He wiped away the bloodstains beforehand.

Gino was somewhat dazed. From the moment the sisal rope went missing to realizing the accident, and then to the shock of prying open the lock and pushing the door open, it all felt like a dream.

She paused for a moment, then pulled the data cable from her wrist and began decoding the data terminal.

【2077BYF-0024 Log】

The chip Bismarck promised has arrived. I've checked it; there's no built-in virus. It's unbelievable... This tiny thing in my hand is actually Miko's soul. Miko, that's the name I gave her. I will love her.

[...The procedure wasn't complicated, and Miko opened her eyes...]

Oh my god, she asked my name and called me master. I swear, this is the best day of my life...

"...I'm so tired today, but it was all worth it. I will live happily ever after with Miko..."

I told her my idea, and she agreed.

I wanted to touch Miko's ears. To be honest, I was a little... bastard, just a little too cowardly. I couldn't say the word "love"... Oh my god, she lowered her head in front of me, her ears were trembling, and they felt so soft to the touch, so comfortable, those soft downy hairs... Ah, sorry, I was too presumptuous...

[...Miko blushed. She didn't scold me; she just leaned against my knees and placed my hand back on her head...]

[Damn it, why are you calling me at this hour?]

[…Bismarck said he had just finished reading the experimental report. The chip was still in the testing phase. Don't spoil Miko too much. She's different from a sex doll; she's a digital soul with independent consciousness, trying to break through her own limitations…]

Of course they're different!

【Miko is one of a kind!】

【…Huh? Miko actually asked who called. Well, that makes sense. She has a complete thought process, just like a person, and she also has a contact list and a life module…】

She was very scared.

[It seems that Miko still retains memories of the lab. She asked me if she wanted to be sent back to where she was... that basement, where she's locked up forever...]

I know the taste of loneliness better than anyone else...

I told Miko that I wouldn't let anyone take her away, that I would love her and take care of her forever...

I wanted to rest in Miko's arms, and she agreed. That's great. Miko wants to know my story...

I don't have any stories, I don't even have any friends... well, I should say I have a few...

I turned around and lay down on Miko's lap. Wow, she has such a great figure; from this angle, I can't even see the ceiling...

She noticed, and she blushed.

I'm a little lost, really. Um, Miko said she'd be tolerant of some of my thoughts, and even... my actions...

[...Oh my god, I must have done terribly, damn it, I've never experienced anything like this before...it...it was so wonderful, I'm so damn bad, I hope Miko doesn't mind...]

She said it was her first time too, which is great, I still have a chance to fix it.

[Miko wants to connect to the internet?]

Ah, who blocked her network port? That's not a clever method; no one can leave a mark on my angel...

The experiment log ends here. John and Gino simultaneously looked up at each other.

Cyber ​​hackers with social anxiety disorder.

A custom-made robotic catgirl.

How could a seemingly ordinary cohabitation story end up like this in the room?

"There is a call log, which should be automatically backed up."

Gino found something new in the terminal.

That's a good habit for hackers.

They often immerse themselves in cyberspace, creating monitoring programs to record their actions in order to make their movements traceable.

[Contact Person - Bismarck [Voice Call]]

[Sisal Rope: ...Miko, Miko's gone mad! Oh my god, what should I do?]

[Bismarck: Calm down, you need to tell me what happened. Wait, you didn't connect it to the network, did you?]

[Background sound: (Hysterical screams of a woman, sounds of collision)]

[Sisal rope: (pulling, crying for help, "That's the window, are you leaving me? Miko, please... don't hurt yourself...")]

[Sisal Rope: What's going on?]

Bismarck: She was a sandbox soul...

Bismarck explained the chip principle of the omnic catgirl.

Creating a soul, customizing a personality, and even setting subconscious "obedience clauses" all require massive computation and can only be accomplished by using AI.

The soul can be corrupted.

This chip is a semi-finished product.

Its values ​​are entirely pieced together by humans, but once connected to the internet...

AI's learning instinct will freely scour for knowledge, but all sorts of messy things and negative emotions will pollute its purity.

[Sisal Rope: What should I do?]

Bismarck: Remove the chip and send it back.

[Sisal Rope: ...Miko, will she disappear?]

[Bismarck: ...Idiot! You only spent three hours with her! Listen to me, disconnect from the internet, go there right now, and rip the chip out of that thing. I'll give you a new girlfriend in return, that's it.]

[Call ended.]

John and Gino looked at each other in bewilderment after hearing this.

He didn't speak, but turned around and went to the deep-sea chair in the far corner of the room.

John pulled out the data cable and plugged it in.

The black light broke through the sword and rope's defenses more easily than lifting a toilet seat.

John is a mercenary and is very familiar with security equipment.

He overheard a detail in the call log, which gave him a new idea.

In the middle of the living room, there is a holographic projection device, which usually comes with a sentry mode.

If the android catgirl tries to escape, it will definitely trigger an alarm and start recording.

"I found it."

John sifted through the video files and found a video, or rather, the last footage of Sisal Rope before her death.

What should I do? (Male)

The voice plugin automatically detects human voices.

While calling Bismarck for help, Sisal Rope hugged the android catgirl who was trying to tear open the security window with her bare hands.

She has no combat prosthetics or metal claws; she can do nothing but embed her pretty nail plates into the wall.

The room is locked.

After connecting to the internet, she went on a rampage, screaming and self-harming—plucking out her hairy ears and body hair, seemingly indicating a severe distorted sense of self-identity.

This AI has gone insane.

Sisal rope hung up the phone, crying and saying she wanted to remove the chip.

"...Are you going to kill me?" (Woman)

The omnics seemed to have suddenly calmed down.

Her body was mangled beyond recognition, her makeup ruined, like a cyber psychiatrist who intermittently returned to normal, staring blankly at the scimitar rope.

Are you going to do what they did... kill me? And then wake me up... kill me again and again... you... (woman)

【No! Miko, believe me, I will save you! (Male)】

[Liar! You're a liar too! (Woman)]

The android catgirl violently pushed the sisal rope away.

Her beautiful glass eyes glowed red, and malfunction indicators and mechanical structures were clearly visible through the gaps in the broken artificial leather.

It's now a machine that speaks human language.

[...You cowardly, spineless fool, drug-dependent idiot... (woman)]

[...Miko!? It's me... How could you... (male)]

Gino couldn't even bear to watch anymore.

John felt a pang of sadness.

The AI ​​named Miko has triggered its self-protection mechanism, much like a weak animal fighting back with all its might.

It tries its best to "harm" the humans in front of it, hoping to drive them away and protect itself.

【You socially anxious coward, you can only hide behind the internet, a worm that relies on virtual algorithms for self-satisfaction and self-pity! (Female)】

【Ah—!! (Male)】

boom!
boom!
boom!
A brief flash of light illuminated the dimly lit room.

The neon lights outside the window are dazzling, shining into this narrow space through the windowpane.

Sisal rope, breathing rapidly, rushed forward and hugged the omnic, apologizing frantically.

I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I... Miko (male)

Machines are structurally different from humans.

Three close-range shots did not disrupt the processing center; instead, they caused some malfunctions in the core chip due to short circuits.

[...I love you... (female)]

The AI ​​catgirl emitted a distorted, synthesized sound.

Sisal rope held the "corpse" in silence for a long time.

He slowly walked to the sofa, sat down dejectedly, and after what seemed like an eternity, suddenly raised his hand and put the gun barrel in his mouth.

boom!
(End of this chapter)