Cyberpunk 2074: Shadows of the Past

Chapter 6 Choice
The door opened, and the quiet darkness behind the door surged, like a ferocious beast opening its mouth wide.

Xi Tan stood in front of the door and patted his forehead lightly, "I actually forgot to pay the utility bill..."

She stuck out her tongue depressedly, and turned her head to see Yawei who was standing side by side, his eyes were somewhat empty, and his fingers were gesticulating back and forth in the air.

"Okay." Yawei walked straight into the house before Xita asked, and the lights came on, and even the air conditioner that was usually reluctant to turn on also blew warm air.

"I hacked into the housing system and deployed water and electricity..." He looked at Xita still standing blankly at the door, and explained briefly with a smile.

Many years later, Xita Castei still often recalls the stormy night of January 2074, 1, when she was half-drunk and half-awake standing at the door of her den, the lights behind the door intertwined with the warm wind Together, the figure of the handsome man is illusory, he smiles like the warm winter sun, his blue eyes just stare at himself, as if saying: Welcome home.

So, she also chuckled, and stepped into the house, like a migratory bird returning to its nest.

"Don't do this next time," Xi Tan pouted, "You will be burdened if you do this." She pointed to Yawei's somewhat illusory figure.

"Remember to pay the utility bills in advance next time," Yawei followed Xita's example, rolled his eyes, and pointed to himself by the way.

"There is no burden, it's just that the computing power has been distributed to other places..." He paused, looking down at his body, "There is obviously no difference... Xita, how did you find out?"

He raised his head and found that Xita had turned around. He didn't seem to want to answer his question. He took a few clothes from the closet and walked to the bathroom.

"Xi Tan?" He tilted his head in doubt, and followed the girl's back.

"Hmph...it's too early to follow!" Xita turned around, shaking her head and exaggeratingly waving her hands, grinning.

Yawei saw Xita hid in the bathroom in a panic, her side face was as red as fire.

He turned around and looked around the room.

The room is not big, the living room and bed are in the center of the room, the closet on the right is squeezed together with the gun room, and the desk, sink and bathroom are on the left.Everything is compact, and various daily necessities are placed everywhere, but it doesn't look too messy. Obviously, the owner of the room usually cleans it carefully.

He walked to the living room, controlled the air conditioner, and increased the intensity of the warm air. The human body is always fragile, and it is easy to catch a cold after taking a bath.

Yawei sat lightly on the dilapidated sofa, turned off the noisy radio, and was suddenly attracted by a photo frame placed on the table.It was a group photo of a little girl and her parents. In the photo, the beautiful little girl was riding on her father's neck, laughing heartily, with her arms outstretched, as if imitating a bird, while her father was making a strenuous look. The mother covered her mouth and smiled while putting her hands on her husband's straight back.Even through the photos, you can feel the laughter of the family of three, and the corners of their mouths are filled with happiness.

Yawei stretched out his left hand, wanting to touch the beauty that was close in front of him, but his fingers just penetrated in vain, splashing blue particles.He withdrew his hand like an electric shock, glanced at his normal left hand, and closed his eyes.

At this moment, his thoughts flew thousands of miles like a peregrine falcon, broke through Night City, and ran wildly in the cyberspace without hindrance.He didn't stop until he came to a small town.

He stretched out his hand, and the town's highest authority obediently appeared in his hand. He quickly flipped through the town's past until he saw two familiar figures on a certain victim report.

He remained silent, and returned the same way at a faster speed. The hackers in the cyberspace wanted to chase after him, but were shocked by his speed.The incompetent hackers had retreated, and the remaining experts barely followed his back until the border of the Night City network.He turned around, and the brains of the malicious spectators were evaporated by him, and the most advanced protective measures were just thicker paper to him.The rest of the guys also stopped tactfully and stopped chasing.Yawei glanced at the image of a hacker with short hair in pink mixed with ice-blue gradient, and then disappeared without looking back.

"What are you doing here?" Xita wiped her hair with a towel, walked out of the bathroom, and unexpectedly saw Yawei sitting on the sofa with her eyes closed, not knowing what she was doing.

"Nothing," Yawei opened his mouth, hesitant to speak.

"It's not because I don't let you take a bath with me, it's awkward, hehe..." Xi Tan joked with a smile.

"It's not..." He turned his head.Xita likes to wear sports underwear when she sleeps, her smooth belly, bare legs, even the curves are so breathtaking.

"Hmph..." Xi Tan was noncommittal, continued to wipe her hair with a towel, turned and walked towards the bed.She kicked off the slippers on her feet, her feet were fair and slender, she shook her toes lightly, feeling a little childish, and then glanced at the man sitting on the sofa.

"Good night, Yahweh." She immersed herself in the embrace of the quilt and murmured sullenly.

"Good night, Xita." Yawei looked at the girl on the bed, walked up and down, and sat beside her bed.

"Hee hee..." She smirked, looked at Yawei's back, felt a nostalgic sense of security wrapping her whole body, and fell asleep peacefully.

Yawei was just silent. Through the glass window, the house was pouring rain, thunder and lightning.He looked at Xita's sleeping appearance, silly.

He closed his eyes, imagining what Xita Kasdei would look like living alone.During the day, she would go to the next life to pick up the task, eat a cheap breakfast while driving, and would be reprimanded by Rogge, and then complete the task with a serious face all day long, and get paid after the task, and Familiar friends exchanged a few words, then drove home tiredly, bought a boxed lunch downstairs, finished eating quickly and left.Occasionally, when I met Gloria, I smiled and exchanged greetings, and then went home and opened the door.

She would wash up alone, listen to music alone, watch super dream movies over and over again, until she had accumulated enough sleepiness, she would go to the bedside, and she would not say good morning and good night to anyone, just let the sleepiness engulf her go to sleep.

She may occasionally forget to pay the utility bill a few times a month, and she will walk into the house silently in the dark at night when the water and electricity are cut off, and then sleep with her clothes on, making do with the night without falling asleep with a smirk on her face.

He suddenly smiled, and overlapped his virtual hand with Xita's hand that stretched out of the bed unconsciously in his sleep.

Before meeting Xita, "becoming a human" was just a dispensable obsession of him who had no desires or desires.

After meeting Xita, "becoming human" became his dream that must be realized.

So consciousness shuttled again, he no longer deliberately slowed down his pace, but continued to speed up, crossing an infinite distance, until he reached a wall that stretched for countless miles.

"Black Wall" - the last line of defense to protect human beings from AI erosion.

He just took a light step and penetrated through it.

In the virtual field of vision, countless electronic ghosts crowded outside the wall, wandering non-stop, like a blue sea, the waves were constantly crashing, basically the same as when he left.

He squinted his eyes without opening his mouth. He glanced at the sea of ​​AI that could destroy all human beings. He stretched out his left hand and drew a line with his index finger.

So the tide receded.

He turned around and pierced through the black wall, returning the same way, and returning to the small nest they share now.

Outside the walls are hundreds of millions of his compatriots and subjects.

Inside the wall is her who would be lonely if she lived alone.

Yawei has made a choice.

　If there are no classes on weekends, there should be more

　　
　
(End of this chapter)