My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 223: Collecting the Corpse

[Mission target update]

[Looking for a body disposal agency. (Not found)]

Gino grew up on the streets of the West End.

Every month, several unclaimed bodies are found in low-rent apartments.

Based on her experience, she first called the emergency response team's hotline.

But he was rejected the first time.

What do you mean by "no member information found"?

Gino's tone was tinged with doubt.

The person on the other end of the phone actually gave an explanation, detailing the scope of the emergency response team's commercial services.

Finally, they even asked Gino if he wanted a set meal.

"Fuck you, you bitch!"

Unsurprisingly, she was furious.

What followed was a brief but intense exchange of insults.

John listened in silence.

He even had time to brew coffee using his sisal rope kitchen utensils.

As the only service in Eden City with any connection to public healthcare, it refuses to collect corpses from ordinary citizens, and even brazenly claims that the handling of corpses is linked to their membership level.

This sounds incredible, but it is a real, clearly priced business practice.

John knew even more than Gino.

He's a member of the Borrago Club and lives in apartment number 013.

Jingke Heavy Industry's intelligent robot pushes out package deals every day.

Elevators, underground parking garages, vending machines, and even projection screens on bathroom windows are all crammed with advertisements for various membership privileges.

Even without consciously trying to memorize it, I've become so familiar with it that I'm used to hearing it so often.

This includes a body recovery service in cooperation with the [Emergency Response Team].

John purchased a Borago membership at his own expense, and the next day a package containing an implanted chip was delivered to his apartment.

The attachment even thoughtfully includes the addresses of the partner clinics.

John can either find a doctor he knows to have the implantation done himself, or he can have the surgery done at one of the partner clinics in the vicinity.

Then, just like those wealthy and powerful people, as long as they suffer injuries of a certain degree, an emergency response team's hovercraft will bring medical personnel and combat teams to the rescue.

John did not install it.

Implementing a rescue operation means real-time monitoring.

The data will be tracked by satellites and the information will be exposed in the city's local area network.

This is a shackle for mercenaries.

The emergency response team's contract clearly stated the so-called "corpse collection service".

If you encounter danger but are unlucky enough to not be rescued or die on the spot, the emergency response team will retrieve your body.

Even if you are blown to pieces by a bomb, they still have to scrape off a certain percentage of limbs, bone fragments, internal organs, and blood, put them in a box, and bring them back before they can hand it in.

What should be done after the body is brought back?
The company will perform a complex dissection, disassemble and separate the usable internal organs and implants, and then clean and classify them for you and pack them in bags.

It's guaranteed to be even more meticulous than a Christmas gift.

As for whether the body is cremated or preserved in cold storage, it all depends on the preferences filled out by the client before death.

All of the above documents must be signed by a relative or the emergency contact person for the contract.

If not properly reserved, the items will be directly sealed and sent to the cemetery.

The emergency team will pay the "cemetery rental fee" according to your membership package. Once someone claims the plot or the fee is deducted, the preservation level will be reduced until no one claims it and the cemetery administrator takes it out of the metal box and throws it away.

Professional companies are very efficient at handling "afterlife matters".

They might even send lawyers to help you with inheritance matters.

of course.

Sisal rope, an ordinary citizen.

Or to put it bluntly, those who haven't paid for the emergency response team are not entitled to these benefits.

The plan to seek help from medical institutions has failed.

Gino looked terrible when he hung up the phone.

"A bunch of bloodsucking bitches!"

"The emergency response team is definitely not reliable; they're too busy rescuing the wealthy."

John shrugged. Gino nodded, then dialed another number.

Although the emergency response team did not accept the body from the sisal rope, they provided Gino with a municipal recycling hotline and patiently explained the procedure to her.

[Mission target update]

[Call the municipal hotline. (Unsuccessful)]

According to the Eden City Management Regulations.

Police departments and the municipal public health department are responsible for handling unclaimed bodies found on the streets.

But Gino was disappointed once again.

When I called, they said they were unavailable today.

"I want to tear your cunt apart, fuck! What the hell do you mean you're too busy? Someone died here. Are you expecting a living corpse to wait on the sofa all day?"

The operator on the other end interrupted her.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, it's not just one day. In fact, accidental bodies reported through the hotline will have to wait at least a week."

"Fuck! I'm going to file a complaint against you, you bunch of..."

"Oh... ma'am, you know, complaining will only deduct from my performance record and add another nameless corpse to this city. It's a pity I don't have money to buy a gun, so I have to wait until after get off work to find a high place to jump off, so that I can be in line after your friend and be scooped up before I completely decompose..."

[Mission target update]

[Complain about the operator. (Optional)]

[Hang up the phone. (Optional)]

[Continue the call. (Optional)]

The man's tone was unusually calm.

John was also on the channel, but he didn't say anything.

He exchanged a glance with Gino.

The operator was still rambling on and on.

"...Honestly, if you really care about your friend, calling the city to handle the body probably won't satisfy you. Find a street, look down, and see those garbage trucks with their logos. They'll carry the body and trash all the way to the landfill outside the city... If you can accept that, then leave the body where it is. It makes no difference..."

Crash.

The sound of medicine bottles rattling came from the other end of the phone.

John could imagine it:
The operator sat at his workstation, complaining about work and life, fiddling with a brown bottle labeled "Gaia Cells" or "Longsheng Pharmaceuticals".

"...The city council is promoting automated garbage trucks. Those damn robots are even taking away our garbage-collecting jobs. They're going to lay off half the people on the streets. Maybe the next time you call this number, there won't be a living person sitting here answering the phone..."

"Hey bro, I'm not calling to have a heart-to-heart talk with you."

Gino interrupted, but his tone was no longer fierce.

yah-

The sound of a chair straightening came from the other end of the phone.

"But you listened, didn't you? Thank you, stranger."

The operator gave Gino a suggestion.

"Listen to me, call the police and say the scene is a case of a cyberbully going out of control, exaggerate a bit, oh, but not too much, or it'll alert other action teams..."

ECPDs are definitely able to respond faster than municipal cleaning services.

They would go to the scene to investigate, set up a cordon, draw white human-shaped outlines, and then drag the body back to the incinerator of a subordinate agency.

You can collect your belongings and ashes by paying a certain fee.

"That's good enough. I don't recommend calling any more public service hotlines."

[Splash, whoosh...]

I could hear the sound of someone taking medication on the other end of the phone.

Goodnight, ma'am.

The call was abruptly ended.

Gino took a step back, looking at John with a blank expression.

She had no idea what was going to happen behind that sound of taking medicine.

I've encountered enough death today.

She didn't want to think about it.

The holographic advertisements continue to change.

The neon lights lapped against him and John like waves.