My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 262: Lack of Common Sense

[Through certain special technologies, human consciousness can be transformed into data. This could be a high-tech method, or it could be an accident encountered by hackers while deep-sea surfing. In short, when that data-driven consciousness comes into contact with and merges with a massive data foundation, there is a chance that a new "data soul" will be born.]

Accompanied by the explanation of emptiness...

The boy on the right side of the screen is shattered into data, which is absorbed by the data river on the left like pollutants.

Data flow begins to become congested and erratic, constantly reorganizing itself amidst self-contradiction, eventually reaching a dynamic equilibrium.

It no longer looks like a river, but a constantly rotating solid geometry, becoming infinitely more complex.

The original, regular operating patterns did not disappear; instead, they continued to exist within this special collection.

The merged data was magnified in front of John.

This is me, the complete me, and also the form of existence for most digital souls, including the serum.

"Um……"

John looked thoughtful.

"Were you a person from the beginning?"

Not entirely, bro. No matter how similar they may seem, the digital soul isn't the original Kenichi Sora. I know you don't understand, but that's okay. It won't affect our collaboration.

This is a collaboration.

John finally got serious.

"Since we're going to be business, let's get this straight. You can handle that Ark life-saving surgery, so what about me? What do I need to do for you?"

[According to the Martyr GTX's programming, you have a maximum of 114 hours left to survive, after which the cycle will break down, and the strain on your prosthetic body will instantly compress your brain, leading to death...]

Ding--

The microwave oven on the apartment bar has stopped running on its timer.

A faint aroma of roasting filled the air.

"Rent your body to me for three days. I want to really indulge in the thrill of being a cyber mercenary. Tsk tsk, just thinking about it is fucking exciting. It's more thrilling than any deep-sea diving game, and the sensory experience is amazing!"

Fur——

Kong manipulated John's body to stretch out his limbs on the sofa, tilted his head back and took a deep breath of air, as if trying to catch the escaping instant food paste, but only smelled the faint fragrance spreading.

The air purification system at the Dani Street Apartments was quite expensive.

The biotechnology products in the aromatherapy can quickly break down oily smells, maintaining a sense of luxury for the tenants.

Kong simply got up and took the porridge out of the microwave.

He tore the packaging bag open completely and bit into the two strands of brown, gelatinous substance, finding the taste somewhat complex.

Hmm... After crushing the chocolate chips and tortilla chips, I mixed them with syrup and steamed them again. Wow, the flavor is so layered! I feel a little nauseous and dizzy. Is this normal?

"This is not normal, this is fucking food poisoning."

John forced back his nausea and cursed aloud.

He quickly took control of his body, threw the warm, gelatinous substance into the trash can, and then filled a cup with expensive pure water from the vending machine's gold tube, just to clean his esophagus.

A cool liquid swept through my mouth, washing away all the sticky residue and sending it down my throat.

"Whoo~"

John breathed a sigh of relief.

Food poisoning?! I picked these two best-selling items from the members-only section!

Kong was somewhat unexpected.

It certainly didn't intentionally try to upset John's stomach; rather, the information in the knowledge base differed somewhat from reality.

"Didn't you see the label on the packaging?"

John did not receive a complete digestive prosthetic because some of the ingredients in fast food were too irritating to his original organs, and some nutrients could not be absorbed through flesh and blood.

These items all have clear classification labels.

But Kong didn't know.

John bought an antidote, injected it into his body, and as the stinging pain struck, he heard a soft hissing sound in his mind.

[Wow~ Real pain, buddy. Hormones are starting to be secreted and fight it off. It's so complicated. The human body's operating logic is more complex than the core of AI.]

"Fuck, stop fantasizing in my head, you're acting like some weird pain addict."

John shook his head. "I thought you guys were really good at intelligence work. How come you don't even know the most basic common sense?"

There was a sense of helplessness in the air.

Our common sense is a bit different. In my memory, bottled water isn't this ridiculously expensive, and the variety of food is much richer than what's on the terminal. Sorry, buddy, I'll look up the relevant information to make it up to you~

Start searching for the history of food evolution in the cyber age.

John could sense that it had temporarily detached from his body, but had not completely lost connection. Instead, it had returned to the satellite in low Earth orbit and begun to connect to the internet to search for various information.

Brother, I'll make it up to you!

[Account information changed...]

John had just pushed the food packaging from the bar into the trash can when he received two messages in quick succession.

Someone transferred money to their electronic account.

The amount is not low.

John sneered and tossed the garbage bag aside.

"You damn data hijackers, you make money so easily, making our lives a joke by shooting at you."

He didn't experience many surprises or unexpected events.

Why are you unhappy? Cheer up, bro! This money is guaranteed to be clean; nobody can find out where it came from!

Kong once again possessed John's body, raising his hand to move a mirror next to the sink.

It reflected a face devoid of any joy.

Do I look like I'm unhappy because of this little bit of money?

John did not forget the important matter.

He wiped his wet hands and spoke to himself in the mirror.

“I’m not stupid. The surgery to treat brain lysis doesn’t sound like something a roadside clinic can handle. The procedures, processes, qualifications… it’s complicated just to think about.”

John leaned against the stainless steel sink, leaned closer, frowned, and stared at the prosthetic eye gleaming in the mirror, as if he could see a lively young man reflected in the pupil.

“I believe you can handle it, but you have to prove that you are really serious about this.”

[Okay! I promise I'll beat it in one life!]

Kong wasn't affected by the serious atmosphere; in fact, he was a little excited.

"Fake..."

John cursed under his breath, but his furrowed brows relaxed.

no way.

My life is in the other party's hands. Warnings have no effect. I can't keep having this long face for three more days, can I?
Ding--

The ambient lights in the room flickered softly.

The voice of the smart butler came through the hidden speaker, saying that a batch of packages was being delivered up the elevator car and that authorization to unlock the access control was required, as well as verification and signature using a member account.

Kong used John's account to buy a bunch of flashy clothes.

A shiny jacket, a colorful shirt, and external bionic insect sunglasses...

Two whole rows of new clothes, covered in plastic film, were hung on an iron rack and pushed from the elevator car to the center of the living room.

These things are flashy but impractical and ridiculously expensive; John's savings simply aren't enough.

"Where did you get your illegal funds from, you bastard? If you know a quick way to make money, tell me about it."

Are you short of money?

"No, that's not it. Anyway, you make money easily, so I'll leave some inheritance for my friends."

[That's really loyal, but it's a pity, all of this was earned by converting my game account into cash. It's just a one-off deal on the black market.]

"It's such a waste to sell it. Will you stop playing it?"

John is going to die anyway.

But judging from Kenichi Sora's tone, it also had a hint of "last hurrah".

[This is also part of the price. I was able to leave the game server only after making deals with you and others, including the serum. After this is over, I either have to go to work on the company server or I'll have to collude with the roving AI.]

(End of this chapter)