Cyberpunk: Nirvana of Shoko Toyokawa

Miss Oblivionis handed me the double confirmation of 'paying taxes', food and ammunition.

I will do it well.

(Somewhat)

[1 month 28 day]

Today, Miss Oblivionis said during her briefing that the food problem will soon be completely solved.

I expressed my delight to Miss Oblivionis in the second confirmation handover.

“I knew Ave Mujica could do it.”

I say so.

Miss Oblivionis gently tucked her hair behind her ears.

"Only God can 'definitely do it,'" she said.

"There is no God in this era," I said. "Whoever guides us is our God."

Miss Oblivionis smiled softly.

“Is that so?” she said. “Then I will try to do something that only God can do.”

Miss Oblivionis is always like this. Every time I come to my senses, I find myself staring at her for a long time and being attracted by her.

(Somewhat)

[2 month 4 day]

The notebook is full. I cleared the original data in the brain computer.

I deleted the software that was originally used in school.

When I deleted the past address book records, I saw the chat history with Runa.

Runa...

After our last unpleasant conversation, we never spoke again. After I followed Ave Mujica into [Reclamation New Land Phase 2], I was no longer able to contact her because I was out of the City of Joy common network.

To be honest, as time goes by, the anger I felt towards Runa for not understanding me has gradually faded.

The childish persistence that only students have, which is to make their friends pay attention to them, has now become something cute when I think about it.

If there is a chance, it would be nice to talk again.

But it's not a big deal.

We have to quickly record the flow of materials.

(Somewhat)

[2 month 9 day]

The first stealth infiltration operation into the [Food, Fuel, and Processed Products Area] was a great success.

The era of food and ammunition shortages has completely become a thing of the past.

Miss Oblivionis announced the restart of believer recruitment in the notice.

An injection of fresh blood. Benign development. Very good.

(Omitted below)

……

Reclamation New Land Phase 2.

Infrastructure area.

People come and go, carrying goods.

"Yes! Move the stuff over there!"

Among the crowd, Liga pressed the brain-computer interface installed with a narrow-beam radio link and loudly commanded the believers around her.

In another stealth infiltration operation that just ended, Doloris and Amoris led a team of Ave Mujica followers to sneak into a BCPD resource transfer station and robbed a large amount of supplies including food, medicine, and ammunition. The team tampered with the storage records of the resource transfer station to cover up everything they did, and also copied a large amount of intelligence information including information chips and video recordings of Mewtwo from the resource transfer station.

Harvest.

And such great harvests will happen again and again in the future.

"The compressed biscuits are stacked on top of the cans in Area B."

"Um, Area B is in..."

"Ah, follow this yellow line and turn at the second intersection."

Liga commanded the new believers.

Ave Mujica returned to the main city several times during this period to hold underground live performances.

Even Liga wasn't sure where they performed. But it was clearly hidden. They never brought back any "tails" from the BCPD or the Seven Bands, but occasionally brought one or two newcomers.

Recruitment was done cautiously but carefully.

Some trustworthy believers like Liga were promoted to do more important tasks, such as serving as the second in command under the leader of the believer team responsible for infiltration, or quietly returning to the main city and exchanging excess supplies for electronic currency through gray channels, and then converting the electronic currency into other commercial supplies.

Ave Mujica is getting better and better. Every day, there are new construction progress in the bulletin.

This is almost unimaginable for the believers here in their previous gloomy and lifeless lives, where they could see the ceiling in their studies and careers as soon as they looked up.

"(Where can we go?)"

Liga thought so as she looked at the bustling crowd and the flow of supplies.

It seems like I can go to places I never dared to imagine before.

Liga knew that she was not the only one who thought this way.

“We might be able to climb up to the level of [Seven Bands]!”

Liga once heard a believer say this.

Some people are excited about it, some are a little scared.

Liga didn't seem too excited about this.

But she believed it in her heart.

Liga sent money to her parents. She felt very good.

It's impossible to go to school and work normally...

go to school.

Liga thought about Runa.

"(I wonder how Runa is doing now?)"

He dropped out of school and lost contact with us.

Will Runa be anxious about this?

Liga touched her ears.

“(…Well, we didn’t interact with each other much in the first place. You’re being too self-indulgent to say that you’re worried about me.)”

She continued to look at the mission panel in the orbital implant.

Below the pending [Material Arrangement] task, there are big words [Celebration Live] and [Dinner & Dance].

Tonight, to celebrate the success of this infiltration, Ave Mujica will host a small live show.

This is a fixed live broadcast that is held after every successful operation. The live broadcast boosts morale, and believers will do their best in the next operation just to listen to the live broadcast... a positive feedback loop.

As for the dinner and dance tonight...

This is quite rare. There was no such link before.

But this is certainly a good thing.

Because this shows that the supplies are sufficient to allow for this level of entertainment activities.

Chapter 3 Angles (5k monthly tickets plus more)

late at night.

Infrastructure construction area.

Under the huge cooling tower of Chun 2 Power Station, the wine-red light of the colored lighting board was on.

The light strip is very long. Electricity is a precious resource. Generally speaking, such a long light strip will not be lit in the territory.

But it’s different when there are live performances.

The believers stood crowded together in the open space in front of the cooling tower.

Almost all young people.

They held alcoholic drinks such as Bolshevik Vodka, Alpine Pearl and Abydos Classic. On their arms, one could see the staple-like steel nails left by skin staplers and the dressings stuffed into the bloody holes dug for cyber transformation.

But there was no pain on their faces, instead they were filled with excitement and joy.

Everyone looked at the center of the venue.

The lights radiated outward and converged onto the stage made of oil drums and steel, falling on the shadows of instruments and people there.

then……

The sound of an electric piano rang out.

Music, music, yes, music.

That's right, that's right.

It makes people tremble and drive people crazy.

What people need is not Mewtwo, not deep dive games, not alcohol, not pills and injections, not things that are created to paralyze our nerves, make us accept the status quo, make us more numb and easier to manipulate.

What people need is not the data in their electronic accounts, not the thin orders of promotion and the power to control and despise others, not those things that make people more manic and manipulate others.

What people need is music.

Music is vibration and resonance, it is something that is captured spontaneously, understood spontaneously, and perceived with one's true self.

Not for intoxication, but for the power of awakening.

It is something you will understand once you hear it. It is something you can never go back from once you hear it.

When you truly open your eyes, you will realize how stupid you were in the past.

Why was I afraid then? Why was I obsessed with a routine, a painful, desperate life, a life that required me to live in a small box?

There is no way to eat what you want, sleep as much as you want, do what you want, meet the people you want to meet, and do what you want to do with them.

This is ridiculous. Is this what it means to be alive?

Do you look down on the act of being alive?

Are you born to be enslaved? Can you not live without the cheap pleasures, social environment and interpersonal relationships that enslave you, bind you tightly with chains and whip you?

Kill those.

Kill your past self.

Kill yourself who fears physical and social death.

Come here.

Here, it is easy to die, easy to have your hands and feet blown off, easy to find a 12mm bullet in your head, and easy to have your fragile nerves severed by the broken limbs of a crazy robot.

But here, you can be reborn as a "human".

New life.

Frenzy and elegance, sober and crazy.

Like a ghost in the shadows, it lurks in the dirtiest and most chaotic places, greedily peering at the top of the tower lit by the moon.

Listen to this music, and understand this.

The melody shifts from the background to the prelude.