People are in cyberpunk, but they are top-level cyberpsychopaths

But when he thought of the young man in the previous picture, disdain and disgust appeared on his face again.

"Just a slum kid..."

She is such a person, as the operations director of military technology, but she despises ordinary people and scorns the lower classes.

Treat those people in the slums as garbage, like cattle and sheep to be slaughtered at will.

In this regard, almost all executives are the same.

But other executives don't share Meredith's ego...

"Fuck it! What kind of Shabby is this?!"

Anthony returned to his small office and angrily threw the tablet report in his hand to the ground.

Although he had known for a long time that Meredith was an egomaniac, he didn't expect that he would be so arrogant.

He got this video by chance from his subordinates. At first sight, he saw the potential of the boy named David Martinez, but he didn't expect that the bitch Meredith would not give him any face at all.

He actually rejected the proposal on the spot without even thinking about it.

"Damn it, don't blame me if that's the case."

Anthony sat down in front of his computer, opened his email and uploaded the video.

"I think Arasaka will be very interested in this."

However, David, who was completely unaware that he had been targeted by the company, had already taken the skytrain to the Little Chinatown in the Watson District, a slum that was just slightly better than Santo Domingo.

This is the territory of the Vortex Gang, a group of guys who are keen on prosthetic transformation. Those red-glowing optical implants are their symbol.

Similarly, this group of guys are a group of lunatics on the verge of cyberpsychosis and are known for their cruelty.

But speaking of gangs, Santo Domingo does have one, called the Six Street Gang.

It is a gang composed of veterans, former police officers, former corporate security agents and "civilians" who have received crash combat training.

They keep shouting slogans like "bringing justice to the city", making them look like the Italian mafia, but in fact they are still doing things like robbery and collecting protection money.

It's better spoken than sung.

But then again, his journey to get his prosthetics installed didn't go so smoothly.

"Dr. Victor, how can you help me install the prosthesis? If the surgery costs money, I will pay for it."

"No, son, it's not about the money."

In the dim basement that looked like the secret laboratory of an evil doctor, Dr. Victor sat in a swivel chair facing him and said earnestly, "What you are holding in your hand is a military-grade prosthetic plug-in. Your body can't bear it at all."

"I know. That's why I came to see you, Dr. Victor. I don't trust any other prosthetic doctors at all."

"...Ugh."

He didn't know how many times he had sighed, and he didn't know how many times he had heard David's compliments.

Almost every time he says something different, and I almost praise him to the sky.

"Dr. Victor, please!"

David bent down suddenly, with an expression that said, "If you don't pretend for me today, I won't leave," which made Lao Wei feel even more helpless.

Under this helplessness and his persistence, Lao Wei also sighed for the last time:

"Okay then... But let me make it clear in advance that if you feel anything wrong after the installation, you must come to me as soon as possible."

Seeing Lao Wei's compromise, David was immediately delighted: "Thank you, Dr. Victor!"

"Don't be so quick to thank me."

"Come on, lie down on it."

Lao Wei stood up and walked to the operating chair, laid it down and let him lie on it.

"Next, I will give you general anesthesia, but even so, there will be some pain during the process."

"It's okay, I can bear it!"

David said confidently.

But what happened next made him regret saying this.

"Fuck——!!!"

What the hell does this feel like?

He could clearly hear the sound of the electric drill sawing on his body, and he felt bursts of pain in his back from time to time.

It felt like getting a tooth filled in the hospital... no, it was tens of thousands times more terrifying than that.

Even his gums, which he had bitten so hard, began to bleed, and a faint fishy-sweet taste gradually spread in his mouth.

The waves of stinging pain caused beads of sweat to appear on his forehead and veins to bulge.

The sweat drops slid down the cheeks, gathered into beads of sweat and gradually dripped down.

"You didn't realize it hurt this much from watching the video games!"

When watching V, the eyeballs are all removed casually!

The most important thing is that this was still so painful even though it was performed by Lao Wei. It is really hard to imagine what would happen in other unscrupulous clinics. It would not be surprising if the patient died suddenly on the spot.

It hurts, it really hurts!

David in the anime is such a ruthless guy!

"Depend on--!!!"

"Be patient, it will be fine soon."

Lao Wei had already put the prosthetic device in, and the Krenzikov that replaced the original spine automatically fixed itself in place, hugging his body like a centipede.

Then Lao Wei thoughtfully used artificial skin made with genuine leather technology to try to prevent the prosthesis from being exposed to the outside.

Victor didn't know whether what he was doing was right or not, but since the boy was so insistent, there was nothing he could do...

"All right."

This sentence made him feel relaxed immediately, as if his long-lost constipation was suddenly relieved.

He sat up slowly, then leaned back in his chair, staring blankly into space.

Only he himself knows what kind of pain he just felt.

"How is it? Do you feel anything is wrong?"

"No... I feel everything is fine, just a little tired..." He said with a dull look and shook his head.

"Well, that's a normal reaction. Just go back and rest for a while."

"Oh...how much does the surgery cost?"

"One thousand euros."

"Um..."

A blue light flashed in David's eyes, and he immediately transferred the money over.

But then, Lao Wei suddenly took a paper bag from behind and put it next to him.

"The ones in here are inhibitors. Remember to take them regularly."

"Oh....how much is this?"

"No need to pay, just consider it a gift from me."

“How can this be possible…”

His eyes slowly moved down to the paper bag, looking at the bulging paper bag and estimating that there were at least a dozen inhibitors in it.

This would cost a lot of money, probably more than the cost of surgery.

"It's okay, it's for you."

"After all, there aren't many people like you who can endure this kind of pain when their original bodies are being transformed for the first time..."

There was a hint of nostalgia in Victor's words, and he was very optimistic about the young man in front of him named David.

"Oh, by the way, I don't have many customers here right now, you can take a rest on the chair before leaving."

"Thank you...Dr. Victor."

Lao Wei didn't respond. He turned around and sat back in his swivel chair, continuing to watch the boxing match on the monitor.

In this way, he has officially embarked on the path of cyberpunk.

08. Misty's Divination - Past, Present, and Future

Not long after, David walked out of Lao Wei's basement.

I don’t know if it was because I stayed in the basement for too long or what, but when I came out I felt the sunlight was a little dazzling.

So he went straight into Misty's psychic house.

I was already late for school and the school had already called me, so I didn't mind being delayed any longer.

As soon as you enter this store, all kinds of decorations come into view.

Porcelain, bells, incense burners and unique statues are like all the beliefs of the world gathered here.

The incense and dim candlelight in the air add a lot of mystery to this place, making it look mysterious.

Under the mural facing the main entrance, a woman was praying, but she stopped when she saw him coming.

"Hey, David, how are you? I heard you screaming just now..."

The woman with fluffy hair, wearing a crooked-shoulder blue-sleeved top, a black leather miniskirt, and fishnet stockings is called Misty. She is the owner of the psychic house called "Misty's Secrets".

From the outside, she looks like a bad girl hanging out on the streets.

But in fact, she is a good person like Lao Wei, and a good person who is hard to find in Night City even with a lantern.

"Ahahaha, it's nothing...it's all over."

David scratched his head stupidly, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

The screaming before was indeed a bit embarrassing.

"It's okay, I understand. It will be painful when you replace your natural body with a prosthetic one for the first time, and there will be some discomfort at the beginning, but it will be fine once you get used to it."

Misty said softly, keeping that smile on her face.

She didn't mean to mock, she was simply stating a fact, because it was the same thing when she first underwent prosthetic transformation.

But the more he thought about this, the more ashamed David felt.

The main reason was that I didn’t expect it to be so painful at first, and I wasn’t mentally prepared at all.

If I had known this earlier, I should have done what they do in the anime and bit the chopsticks first or something.

"You seem to have some time left. Would you like to do a divination to change your mood?"

Misty, who had walked up to the counter, suddenly invited him.

"Divination? Okay."

Looking at Misty who suddenly started to invite him in a mysterious way, he resolutely chose to accept.

It was normal for Misty to see that he was not in a hurry. After all, she was an expert in observing people's words and expressions and she sometimes played the role of a psychologist.

However, there is one question that is quite curious.

If I open a psychic house in a place like Night City, will anyone really come to visit?

Few people believe in such weird things, right?

Just like the guy at the door who keeps shouting the Arasaka conspiracy theory and talking nonsense all day long.

Although most of what that guy said was true.

And if he remembered correctly, Misty's divination skills were indeed very strong, as if she had a script.

No matter whether he controlled V to choose the devil or star ending, Misty could predict it accurately, even Panam's fate.

What will my future be like?

He couldn't help but feel a little excited.