Fault Utopia

Chapter 450 Poet
"Poet?" Sun Jack looked at the person standing in front of him in surprise, feeling very surprised.

"No, there are so many surveillance cameras at the door, how did you get in?"

It's not just the surveillance. There were so many people coming and going from the door to his office, and how could a living person like him be allowed in?

The poet did not answer this question, but started complaining directly to Sun Jie Ke.

"Jack, have you forgotten me? I stood there for a whole day and night, waiting for you to pick me up, but where are you?"

"Ahem" Sun Jack cleared his throat awkwardly. Of course he had forgotten about this guy, but he couldn't say that in front of others.

"You're such a grown-up, can't you even find your way? Look, you've found yourself here now, haven't you? Let's add you as a friend first."

Sun Jieke said, and sent the communication code directly to the other party's system. "Why are you still using this FFP broiler? Wait, I'll let you help me change your body."

"No need, just change my face. I think a woman's body can bring me more inspiration." As soon as he said this, the other party started to skr, skr again.

"You can continue creating later. Are you hungry? I'll take you to eat something."

Sun Jack brought the other party to Ke's restaurant, ordered a sumptuous meal, and watched the other party eat the tentacle eyeballs in big mouthfuls.

Sun Jack looked at the poet in front of him, calculating his abilities.

It is obvious that this guy was able to survive in Prison No. 3 and find himself quietly. He is obviously capable. The most important thing is that he has a grudge against FFP. If he calls him to help, it might be of some help to him.

However, if he wanted to join in and help himself, on the one hand, this guy's crazy spirit was the key, and on the other hand, his background was still unknown, so it would be best to find out more.

"Poet, can I ask you something? Why were you imprisoned before?" Sun Jie Ke asked.

The poet had his mouth full and was mumbling something, but Sun Jie Ke didn't understand a word.

"What? Swallow what's in your mouth first."

"They locked me up because I wrote a great poem." The poet swallowed the food in his mouth and spoke again.

"Poetry? What the hell is that poem of yours again? You were thrown into prison No. 3 for writing a poem? I don't believe it. Even if you used FFP's chairman Lan Meng as the material for your poem, you are still not qualified." Sun Jie lit a cigarette and took a deep puff.

The poet shook his head and slurped a mouthful of intestines covered with white mushroom sauce. "You misunderstood. They didn't lock me up. They didn't know that I created that great work. I went in voluntarily. I locked myself up."

"What poem is that?"

"It's a great poem, but I don't think a mortal like you would understand it. You're not qualified." Sun Jieke scratched his head and sighed. It was so tiring to talk to a psychopath. "Forget it, I won't talk about anything else. You saved my life before. Let me be frank. I need help here. Are you willing to come and help me?"

He decided to keep the other party first, and then let professionals like Linda Linda to get the guy to talk. It was a waste of time to talk to him about this and that.

"If you join, I can give you a salary and share of the profits according to the treatment of the top lone wolf mercenaries of Utopia Security Company."

The poet understood now. He took up his sleeve and wiped his mouth. He looked at Sun Jieke in surprise. After looking at him seriously for a few seconds, he asked, "What is your purpose? Why do you do this?"

"What else can you do? Self-protection. Do you want to be caught by FFP? We are in the same boat and have the same enemy."

However, the poet shook his head, then raised a finger and pointed at the table. "No, JK, you don't just want to protect yourself under FFP, you have other purposes, otherwise you don't deserve to be imprisoned in Prison No. 3."

After a pause, he suddenly leaned forward and stared at Sun Jack. "You want to achieve the goal of the Rat Alliance Front. You want to change the whole world!"

"What do you mean?" Sun Jie Ke looked at the poet in front of him and his expression became serious.

"You said that ordinary people are not qualified to be imprisoned in Prison No. 3, and you are not an ordinary person either." The poet continued to eat, "But I think that humans don't need you to save them. They are lustful, gluttonous, lazy, jealous, arrogant, and angry. This is their nature, and they like it this way."

After saying that, he lay back, "Ah~ Metropolis, the greedy city of illusions built of electronic currency, devouring the soul and blurring the lines between reality and lies. In the endless abyss of the data torrent, I greedily grasp every bit of light."

Hearing this, Sun Jieke was stunned for a moment, then took a puff of his cigarette. "You know what, these few lines of yours are many times better than those JB poems before."

The poet ignored Sun Jack. He ran to the window and climbed directly on it, looking at the people in the metropolis living under the acid rain.

When he looked at Sakura who was going home in the car, he was inspired again and continued to shout in ecstasy: "Ah~ Metropolis, a carnival of desires, the defense line of reason is vulnerable, wandering in the abyss of pleasure, but forgetting where the soul belongs."

Then his eyes shifted to the people in the subway car who were immersed in the Internet. "Ah~ Metropolis, a garbage dump of fragmented information. Knowledge, entertainment, gossip, filling empty stomachs in the feast of numbers, but at the end of the massive data, there is a barren desert of spirit!"

His perspective quickly zoomed out, freezing on a group of four-wheeled robots moving goods underground. "Ah~ Metropolis~ a hotbed of automation, mechanical hands weaving a web of laziness, we lie in the hotbed of intelligence, no longer pursuing, no longer yearning, laziness is like cancer, corroding the soil of our souls."

Then came the golden ties and accessories that played the deposits of some corporate elites sitting on the hovercraft. "Ah~ Metropolis, the testing ground for comparison. We compare data, and every number is like a sharp blade, cutting our hearts. It makes us forget the true meaning of happiness, leaving only the resentment and vanity after comparison."

Then, Linda looked out the window in silence. "Ah~ Metropolis, the city of loneliness. Arrogance is like a wall, isolating me from others and making everyone lose the warmth of humanity in loneliness. Arrogance is like armor, protecting my vulnerability, but it also isolates me from the world and makes me difficult to get close to. In the castle I built for myself, I am the king of loneliness."

The final scene was the roar of two gangs fighting each other in the distance.

"Ah~ Metropolis, the volcano of anger. The fire of anger made me lose my mind and direction. The anger made me struggle in the vortex of hatred and revenge. While I wielded violence to protect myself, I also shattered all the beauty around me."

(End of this chapter)