Chapter 6 Dream
The Third Institute of Psychiatry and Psychiatry in Paloser, Psychiatric Laboratory.
The man felt that he had had a dream.
In the dream, his name was Marico, a third-level engineer working at "Condine Manufacturing", a middle-aged divorced man, and a daughter who had just entered middle school.
Bad marriage, overtime work day after day, slow physical deterioration, sudden unemployment, numerous repayment dates that have reached critical warnings.
What a terrible life.
The man thought.
Although he doesn't have much money, he rents a low-cost house in the Deep Moss District, drives a second-hand car that's terrible, and works to transport sugar for the Eagle Crane Gang. It is a kind of candy mixed with chemical addictive substances. It has become very popular among drug addicts recently.
But I have a beautiful girlfriend Geli. Geli loves me very much, just like I also love her very much.
It’s unbelievable that such a beautiful girl would actually fall in love with me. Fortunately, this is not my fantasy, but a real fact.
The man suddenly missed Geli.
He misses the other person's long hair. It is a very interesting implant that can change the hair color at any time through the internally cultivated pigment cell group. He likes the look of Gree's long golden hair best, how beautiful it is. Yeah, like the stars in the sky.
After they had a big fight in the kitchen last week, Geli gasped and kissed her ear, saying that she planned to announce their relationship at tomorrow's birthday party and introduce herself to her friends. We - men remember how happy they were.
Yes, birthday party.
But why did Geli look at him in horror when he arrived at the birthday party? Isn’t it a good idea to prepare a gift yourself? Did he let her down?
And... damn.
Who is the man holding Geli in his arms? asshole! Who allowed you to touch my girl!
And those people.
“You, you”
“Help, help! He’s holding Burhank’s head!”
"Where are the police?! Notify the security bureau quickly!"
"Hey! Where's the sentry machine gun! Why don't you fire!"
It's so noisy and what are they talking about? Why can't I understand it?
Ah, that’s right.
I almost forgot that I was dreaming.
The man smiled happily.
Fortunately these are all fake.
Prepare a new gift. It’s my favorite, favorite Geli’s birthday party. You can’t mess it up.
Then, it’s time to wake up from the dream.
It’s time to go to the birthday party.
"The target's mental index has dropped to a critical point, which can be identified as 'cyber psychosis' in the medical sense."
Staring at the image on the display, a researcher in a white coat raised his voice: "Prepare to inject Targeted enzyme——"
Another researcher quickly took out the test tube from the refrigerator, inserted it into a syringe, and at the same time signaled his colleagues to turn on the mental adjustment device.
The synthetic targeted enzyme in their hands acts on neural circuits and needs to be injected directly from the head, so the mind adjustment device on the target's head - that is, the long helmet-like thing - must be removed first.
There were five researchers in total, Vidani and the male researcher stared at the screen.
The other three people gathered around and prepared to inject the targeted enzyme.
“But why hasn’t this guy moved?” someone asked doubtfully.
Based on past experience, if a memory and mental adjustment device taken from a cyber madman are inserted to assist in adjustment, the experimental subject will often fall into great hysteria and produce various complications including split personality.
This is also the reason why they gathered around, ready to help hold down the experimental subjects who were moving around.
But this time, they noticed.
Except for the brief roar at the beginning, the other party remained quiet for the rest of the time, and didn't even move much.
“Hey, Connie, you want to take a look at the physiological data, I’m worried.”
“Don’t worry, I just looked at it and it’s totally fine - at least that’s how your body is doing. "
Hearing this, another person interrupted with a smile: "But I don't know what the brain is like. Maybe it is a rare sample? Then I can finally get some results this time." "Pay attention to you. Don’t make us sound like the scientific madmen in the movie.” The researcher holding the syringe said dissatisfied: “This is a formal voluntary contract. We are a formal medical company, not some underground clinic that harvests organs.”< br>
While talking, the researcher who had been silent finally took off the mind adjustment device and sighed:
"I finally got it. This old thing is really difficult to use. Wait until this project is really The results have been achieved. We must buy a newer model. Our fringe research institute has too little funding.”
“By the way, which memory did you use this time?”
"A street member who is addicted to virtual avatars. You know, the kind of thing that generates virtual avatars based on provided information, which makes people feel happy. The monthly subscription services of mainstream companies on the market are quite expensive. "
"I heard that when the Security Bureau shot him, more than a dozen people were dead and there was blood everywhere in the hotel."
"Well, let me see where to inject."
The researcher's voice suddenly stopped.
A hand with a cold touch grabbed his forearm at some point.
For a moment, the researcher was stunned.
In one moment, the high-strength polyamide restraints began to tighten. In the next moment, Marico, who was lying on the platform, opened his eyes, forcibly tore off the restraints with his hands, and sat up straight. got up.
Before anyone could react, Marico grabbed the researcher's forearm with one hand.
In order to adapt to the position of third-level engineer, Marico's hands have been replaced with prostheses. The "Hands of Daedalus" produced by the giant company [Southern Region Heavy Industries] are mainly used to debug heavy industrial equipment. Engineered prosthetics.
The prosthetic body that should have been locked for a long time is now ready to move.
Faced with a force that was enough to break a bundle of steel bars, the researcher's arm could not move at all. The syringe in his hand could no longer be held and fell to the ground with a clatter.
Hear the sound.
Marico slowly turned his head and looked at the researcher blankly.
Then, his face.
The original happy smile faded little by little, and was replaced by rising anger.
“You.”
“Are you all trying to stop me from attending my birthday party?”
A little earlier.
Outside the bathroom.
Seeing the player he had bet on being hit in the head by a DAM bullet, and liquids of various colors exploding, the strong man clicked his tongue and closed the live broadcast room of the live battle royale.
Another thousand credits wasted.
It may be that the realism level of the live broadcast just now was set too high, resulting in some residual sensory memory. Even though he had exited the live broadcast room, the strong man still felt that he smelled the smell of blood.
"Damn, you shouldn't have set the level of realism so high."
The strong man shook his head, trying to recover quickly.
But soon, he finally realized something.
Wait, the smell of blood appears here
——That little bastard, wants to commit suicide? !
The strong man laughed in anger.
Yes, this is indeed just a fringe research institute that is not taken seriously. Even Kenge, the current director of the research institute, is said to have fallen here due to the failure of internal struggles.
But no matter what, this is also a subordinate research institute of [Emerald Pharmaceutical]. As long as there is no brain left, they can bring people back!
But in this case, a serious dereliction of duty warning, he cannot run away.
“You little bastard, you succeeded in irritating me!”
The strong man suddenly picked up the stun gun and strode into the bathroom.
He opened the first compartment roughly, and after finding no one inside, he immediately opened the next one.
The first, the second, the third
Soon, the strong man came to the last compartment.
Looking at the "There is someone inside" reminder displayed, he sneered and clenched the door handle with his bare black metal frame in his right hand, then suddenly exerted force, and with a heart-wrenching distorted sound, the compartment door opened with a bang. Velocity distortion visible to the naked eye.
Then there was a loud noise, and the entire compartment door was pulled out!
“Give me——”
The cubicle was empty.
The moment he saw the situation inside, the strong man was stunned for a moment.
Almost at the same time, behind the obviously deformed compartment door, Song Shi jumped up from his original position of clinging to the inside of the door and slammed into the stupefied strong man!
(End of this chapter)