I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

"But the comics are pretty good. They say there's a two-dimensional Mewtwo, which we haven't experienced yet."

M14 listened carefully to the humanoids' comments and rubbed his chin. It seemed that the humanoids really didn't like the entertainment activities in this city.

But the last one seemed to mention Mewtwo? M14 took the Dolls on several runs and fought several Black Mewtwo dealers, but I really haven't experienced Mewtwo yet.

"I have to say, this technology is incredibly dangerous just by looking at the description. It's a shame that the humans in this world haven't all been immersed in the fantasy given by the Mewtwo video..." M14 complained after briefly understanding Mewtwo technology.

This is a true daydream. After being edited by the Super Dream Editor, the user can feel most of the feelings of the actual experiencer, and some feelings will be fine-tuned to amplify the stimulation.

"It shows that there are a large number of residents in various areas who rely on portable Mewtwo to survive, and there are quite a few who rely on renting movies to daydream. There are at least ten related deaths every week. Captain, there are quite a few people who are immersed in it." The figure behind corrected seriously.

"Okay, okay, I get it. But now I understand why many industries in this world have become obsolete. This Mewtwo technology can give users an experience far beyond those of traditional media. I remember the Commander also wanted to have this technology... Let's find out first. Let's go to the nearest Mewtwo Pavilion."

M14 did what he said and took the subway with these dolls all the way to the Mewtwo Experience Center near Kabukicho.

Despite the daytime, the Super Dream Experience Hall was still packed with people. Some sat in the hall, wearing glasses and trembling slightly, while others chose opaque private rooms, which looked like they were up to no good.

In Night City, in 2076, Mewtwo technology is quite common. In addition to this special Mewtwo Experience Hall, clubs controlled by various gangs also provide Mewtwo services, even the club controlled by the Mox Gang.

To differentiate themselves, each club offers VIP-only films for people to enjoy. This is also a common differentiation track in this era.

However, since there are too many invincibles in the club, the humanoids basically have no chance to use Mewtwo in the club, until now the humanoids have come to this hall under the leadership of M14.

"Who's coming?" M14 said, hello, and then they opened a private room. It was quite old, the metal walls rusted, and the seat cushions were cracked and wrinkled. But overall, it was still usable.

The taller person became a test subject. After backing up her data to her teammates, she sat in the box with great interest and equipped the Mewtwo device.

The Mewtwo device flashed a blue light and projected the image into the humanoid's eyes. The humanoid tilted its head, then fell down and slid to the ground.

"She's down and restarting." The other humanoids quickly opened the door and restarted the frozen humanoid.

"Data, no, incompatible..." The frozen humanoid body was shaking uncontrollably even after restarting. She made a gesture of eating at the air. "Mewtwo's memory data affects the operation and needs to be isolated and divided. ERROR, data is incompatible. Please find the nearest humanoid cloud atlas restorer immediately. Saving data."

"I understand. I'll take you to find Pascal's intelligent medical team. I think you need disinfection..." M14 picked up the team member and quickly went to find someone who could repair the humanoid mind cloud map.

548 Daily Life in Night City: Treatment and New Orders of the M14 Team

"Hmm... You said she became like this when she was watching Mewtwo?" asked an Oasis intelligent entity with a standard humanoid appearance, glancing at the restless tactical humanoid team next to her.

"That's right. We just put Mewtwo on and it became like this in a second. We didn't dare to move it and sent it directly to you." M14 responded tremblingly.

Although his commander would not reprimand the humanoids for failure in battle or defeat, it was normal to have wins and losses, and it was impossible to be undefeated forever.

But it was bizarre that a single Mewtwo could cause casualties. M14 could already imagine Sun Yang making a series of mocking noises.

"According to the test results, this humanoid received a large amount of difficult-to-read information in a short period of time, so her processor entered a self-protection state." The Oasis intelligent body connected several cables to another device.

"Shouldn't it be? The processors in this world are quite outdated. Even in terms of strength, we should have the advantage." One of the new humanoids asked.

"The principle is too complicated to explain. Simply put, just treat it as a DDOS attack." The Oasis agent continued its diagnostic work. "Fortunately, she couldn't decode the data to protect herself, otherwise there would be a problem."

"What do you mean, doctor? If you want to read the archive, we have a backup." M14 looked at the various indicators and data sent by this intelligent body, but M14, who had no relevant knowledge, could not understand these things.

"Due to the fundamental differences in structure between humanoids and humans, Mewtwo's data transmission also has different effects. For humans, everything in Mewtwo is 'read-only'. They can feel and experience everything that happens within it. Although these feelings will affect their mental level to a certain extent, they usually recover quickly."

The agent pointed at the projected data and said.

"But I see news every day about people who are obsessed with watching Mewtwo..." a new humanoid at the back complained.

"The human brain structure has a certain natural resistance to this kind of transmission, but this resistance varies from person to person. If seen too much, the human brain will get lost. However, the humanoid's resistance in this regard is much weaker."

"This data is incredibly detailed and diverse. Humanoids, without specialized reading equipment and programs, can't interpret it. These 'feelings' influenced by hormones are incomprehensible to humanoids. While humans can easily digest these sensory signals, for humanoids, they're simply garbage data, unreadable due to the lack of corresponding analysis algorithms."

"In short, there's too much unparseable junk data being input, and the mental load is too great. I'll clear out the input data, and she'll just need to restart it."

The intelligent body decomposed the data that Mewtwo had stuffed into the humanoid mind one by one, and then carried out cleaning and crushing operations.

"Huh... I thought it would absorb Mewtwo's memories and create a new personality... Didn't someone say that human personality is shaped by memory?" M14 was relieved when he heard that it was just a DDOS attack.

"We normally don't treat the content of videos and texts we receive as our own when we receive data. M14, are you truly humanoid?" the agent inquired, but then changed her tone. "However, this self-protection mechanism will leave some short-term sequelae. Some residual data will need to be self-checked and deleted. Okay, cleanup complete, lazy dog, time to wake up."

The intelligent body pulled out the cable, and the new humanoid that had been lying there slowly opened its eyes and looked around in confusion.

"Where's my hot dog? Didn't I participate in the eating contest? I, I'm a tactical humanoid from the M14 team, but, but I'm also the block eating champion...? I'm not?" The new humanoid sat up, staring blankly at the air. After several seconds, he cleared out the mixed data.

After all, these memory data contain a lot of unrecognizable information, and most of the feeling signals are labeled as painful and pleasant, which may have been left by Mewtwo's editor.

"Don't look at random things next time. Even the locals in Night City know not to pick up Mewtwo on the street, but you guys just wear it on your head without any testing or review." The intelligent body pointed at the new humanoid who was still confused.

"I don't understand... Humans are so scary," the new humanoid pinched his neck and frowned. "Why do I still feel nauseous and disgusted...? I clearly don't have the ability to vomit? Am I infected with a virus?"

"Some data remains. Antonina has prepared for you a psychic-compiled firewall and an encryption algorithm from the radiation world. These two are enough to prevent hackers from invading this city. But the problem is that you are actively reading this data, and the firewall can't stop it." The intelligent body connected another cable and performed another comprehensive system test.

"That's it. Ignore the risk and proceed with the installation." M14 remembered her commander doing something similar before, shutting down the firewall when it sounded an alarm. She was subsequently lectured by several T-Dolls.

"I will report this matter to the professor and Antonina. Your diagnosis is complete and you can continue with your mission." The intelligent body pulled out the cable and pushed the new humanoid, who was still doubting her life, out to prevent her from interfering with its work.

"By the way, I have one last question. You seem to be able to communicate normally with humans. Why doesn't the commander send you undercover at Enterprise? These new tactical T-dolls here are really no match."

M14 asked, looking back at the group of carefree and giggling new T-dolls.

"Our Oasis agents lack experience in adapting to changing circumstances. We've traditionally only treated humans in a safe environment, or disassembled and maintained mechanical equipment. The professor said we'd eventually be suspected and killed, so he didn't let us go undercover."

The AI ​​didn't hold back, stating directly that the new humanoids simply couldn't disguise themselves properly among humans. That might be fine in a peaceful world, but in Night City, a place of scheming and intrigue, humanoids could easily reveal their flaws.

"Okay, I get it..." M14 lost interest after hearing the answer and stood up to leave the safe house.

"Wait a minute, I have something to ask as well. I've already sent the Mewtwo document to Antonina, and she conveyed the professor's new order: M14, I've learned of a Black Mewtwo industry chain through an intermediary. I need you to completely destroy this industry chain and kidnap the Mewtwo editor. The nearby humanoid team will cooperate with you. This mission is currently the top priority."

After the agent finished speaking, it sent a file package to M14, along with a transfer permission encrypted using multiple algorithms.

This transfer permission is a security measure to prevent hackers in Night City or external AI from forging operation orders. This permission is valid until Antonina's multiple encryption algorithms are cracked.

"I understand, Commander, you want Mewtwo technology. But is this technology useful to us? I watched the beginning of a big eating contest and saw the system crash... If it is used for personality development of new humanoids, it would be better to customize a physical body as a buffer." M14 did not resist the mission, she was just a little curious.

"The professor didn't explain. But from what I can see, he doesn't intend to use this technology on us...at least not for the time being," the intelligent being said expressionlessly. "You should know that the professor has to deal with many humans. Wouldn't this technology be well-suited for torture? It only causes mental trauma, not physical harm."

"...The commander is doing what is right, but his methods are dishonorable. I'm going." M14 waved her hand and immediately contacted the team that was strolling around the area with the new humanoids. It was time to gather and get to work.

549 Daily Life in Night City: Arrest Operation

Around ten o'clock that evening, the door of a decently decorated underground bar in Watson District was pushed open, and the visitor's fist was stained with blood.

She grabbed the security guard lying on the ground and wiped the blood off his body twice.

"Call your boss out," M14 punched the security guard again. "Are you from the Animal Gang? Lie down if you want to live."

"Woo woo... Boss, there's a tough guy at the door... Boss?" The Animal Gang, who was beaten black and blue, was interrupted before he could finish his words.

"Go to the back and block them. I mean, capture them alive, and try not to hurt them. Understand?" M14 gave the order to the new T-dolls behind him. They nodded in unison and circled to the back at a speed unmatched by ordinary people.

Accompanied by a cry of begging for mercy and the clear sound of two punches, a few seconds later a skinny middle-aged woman with a desperate face was brought to the door, with two obvious fist marks on her face.

"I, I have already paid the protection fee. I am protected by the Whirlpool Gang." The middle-aged woman said tremblingly.

"This territory will soon no longer belong to the Whirlpool Gang. When will they arrive?" M14 pretended to be a gang coming to seize the territory.

The woman hesitated visibly, her eyes frantically glancing back. M14 turned her head and saw a shabby, ostentatiously designed car pull up to the parking lot. Four men, half-human and half-ghost, emerged from it. Their faces had been replaced with various optical devices, and their limbs had been fitted with exaggerated, frightening prosthetics.

On the other side, M0, who had 14 human volume, touched the skin on his body and thought that he might as well equip himself with some peripherals before going out next time.

"You little beasts who are still crying out while still wet, go back to your mother's womb." Mechanical noises came out of the mouths of these Vortex Gang members. They took out assault rifles and shotguns from the car, and scanned the area with their unpretentious high-performance artificial eyes on their faces.

All sorts of random things of unidentifiable types were scanned out. If his eyes were correct, these guys seemed to have achieved full body cyborgization.

"Shit!" The leader of the Whirlpool Gang broke out in a cold sweat, and when the new humanoids saw the man on the opposite side holding a gun, they immediately threw their boss aside and took out their guns to fight.

"Attack!" M14 shouted quickly.

However, although these Whirlpool Gangs have undergone a lot of inhuman transformations, they are still far inferior to the tactical humanoids developed by the world's top scientific researchers.

The railgun easily pierced the bodies of those Vortex Gang members who were not equipped with Sian Westin and Krenchikov.

These members of the Vortex Gang who were just out drinking only brought kinetic weapons for self-defense. They never considered that they would encounter tough guys who could withstand machine gun bullets.

The two sides tilted their firepower for a few seconds, and each of the humanoids had several more bullets in front of them, while all of the vortexes had their hearts and heads shot through.

"Captain, the order is completed." The new humanoids carefully helped each vortex with their weapons. Among them, the humanoids with electronic warfare modules identified the cyborgs equipped with Mewtwo software, dug them all out and took them away.

After doing these things, the figures hurriedly left through the door, leaving the shop owner standing at the door in panic watching what was happening in front of him.

But a few minutes later, M14 hurried back. She stared at the shop owner and asked, "Are you selling glitter to the kids on the street?"

"Uh, no, they stole--" Before the shop owner could finish his words, the railgun in M14's hand blew the boss's head apart. M14 threw an EMP grenade, burning all the prosthetics on the boss's body.

"Scumbag, killing you is right." M14 muttered silently and disappeared into the night again.

***

After returning to a safe house, the team began using local equipment in Night City to read the data in the prosthesis.

The prosthetics used by people in Night City are very strange. Not only does each prosthetic have a backdoor, but many of them are also installed with Mewtwo software for recording Black Mewtwo.

Although it feels the same as the scavengers and various gangs doing cruel business...but after all, the human form is to clean up the enemy's corpses and will not randomly catch passers-by.

Theoretically, this software that records Mewtwo is very useful for solving crimes, but considering that the people who install these things are basically cyberpsychopaths, murderers, and mercenaries who participate in various high-intensity combat...

Perhaps these prosthetics would be more useful in Night City if they were sold second-hand or used to record Black Mewtwo.

The NCPD does not have enough energy, money and manpower to hire a Mewtwo editor and then find the murderer from the Mewtwo data.

After all, even if the killer was known, there was a 99% chance he was a private soldier protected by a large corporation, or a mercenary on the loose who might die on the side of the road at any moment. The NCPD simply couldn't intervene.

But in general, almost all prosthetic eyes in Night City will automatically record what the user sees, and these video data will be completely controlled by the production company or become part of Black Mewtwo's material.

While it's an extreme clause, no one really cares. After all, privacy is pretty much a given. For the civilians of Night City, with so many people using prosthetic eyes, I've never seen anyone use this data against me, right?

As for those who work in companies, the prosthetics they use are all produced by the company itself, and there is no possibility of leaking confidential information due to the use of prosthetics.

However, this excessive clause was perfectly suitable for the dolls. After spending a large sum of money to purchase some corresponding equipment in the Kabuki district, the dolls' mission efficiency increased dramatically.

"Very good, here are two Mewtwo editors, about thirty people. Gather and move, we will act tonight." M14 quickly transmitted the location of the Tree Fern stronghold through the cyborg and notified the teams on standby.

About an hour later, dozens of humanoids gathered in a semi-abandoned building in the northern part of Night City to discuss their operations. Several of those present were veteran tactical humanoids who had accompanied the commander throughout the battle, while the rest were newer humanoids who had followed their respective veterans.

"Looks like everyone is here." M14 looked up and saw all the familiar faces around him. The new T-dolls were under the care of the old T-dolls, and the captain was responsible for explaining if anyone was missing.

"Everyone is here, M14. Are there any restrictions on weapons?" Makarov pushed aside the new humanoid that was blocking his way and faced M14 across a table.

"No laser weapons, no plasma weapons, no old power armor, no heavy fire support. Just these railguns we have."

"There are ACPAs and large mechas for patrolling in the city center, but we can't use any of them. You guys go play in the back, our captain is in a meeting." Sten muttered a few words to the new humanoids behind him, looking like he was coaxing a child.

"We are targeting roving elements and gangs, the kind without fixed territories or corporate support. We are from a truly poor background and don't look like the kind of people who can handle such heavy weapons," Makarov explained.

Our captain was lectured by your captain again.

[Because they were originally on the same team, it was always like that.]

【So lame.】

Our Captain Sten always takes us to beat up humans for fun, and every now and then we go to other people's territory to fight. What about you?

[We're still working on the robotic arm sales. Captain Makarov led us in gathering intelligence for this mission.]

The new T-dolls at the back couldn't get a word in, so they chatted on the encrypted LAN. However, the captains had long since gotten used to it and treated all of this chatter as background noise.

"Are there really poor people who would wear so much subdermal armor? The fact that we can withstand the mantis knife has been reported in the news." Sten pointed to his body under the artificial skin.

"They're different. Subcutaneous armor can be installed by anyone with money, but ACPA power armor can only be used by those with official backgrounds in United Corporation and Night City. The search intensity is different." Makarov continued to argue.

"Stop, the distribution of heavy weapons is up to the commander. If you have any opinions, go to the commander or the agent. There's no point arguing here. This mission is to capture Mewtwo Editor. If you have any questions, ask them now." M14 had already sent the mission information to each captain.

"Turn on the optical stealth and go in, kill all the witnesses, let the electronic warfare humanoid clean up the data, move lightly and make little noise. Anything else?" Makarov said.

"That's all. Let's do it. After the mission is over, everyone activates optical camouflage and leaves. Send the people to the handover location. The commander will be waiting for us there." M14 put the map away, and all the humanoids activated optical camouflage and climbed out of the abandoned house silently.

***

A large area of ​​Watson District is occupied by the Vortex Gang. Each of them has a dozen or dozens of people, and they occupy various bankrupt factories or office buildings.

One group occupied two semi-abandoned buildings and transformed them into their base. When these members of the Vortex Gang had nothing else to do, they would rest in them, browse the internet, or write control programs to sell for money.

The other main source of income for this group came from the two Mewtwo editors in the deepest part of the building: Gottfried and Fredfried, a pair of highly skilled Mewtwo editors, master and son.

The Uzumaki Gang installed the Mewtwo program on those who could not survive the initiation ceremony or were kidnapped for human experiments. When they died, these prostheses would be dug out and the data on them would be handed over to the father and son.

Today was a rare cool day. A member of the Vortex Gang, standing outside on patrol, held his weapon in his arms and exhaled. His prosthetics still ached from time to time, but a puff of the pain pump was all that was needed.

The effect of this medicine is getting worse and worse. I wonder if I can smuggle some more effective ones from outside, or make some myself... The ones out there are not strong enough and not stimulating enough.

He looked at the seemingly endless construction site and the transport ship with the Arasaka logo on the distant sea, and couldn't help but want to recite a poem. Well, it wouldn't be bad to just copy a line from Homer and modify it.

The Vortex Gang member had barely opened his mouth when a railgun shattered his neck. His head flew off, shattered bone and flesh splattering on the ground.