Disaster Artist

Chapter 17 The Rusty Sun

Bai Zhe calmed down, cleared his thoughts, and the first scene of the dream became clear in his mind.The reminder light of the dream camera flashed a few times and it began to collect data from the memory screen.

The starting point of the dream was a snowy day 7 years ago.

He remembered the snow because it was New Year's Day, January 1st.

There is heavy snow in the sky and the air is bitingly cold, but the commercial streets are still crowded with people.

He sat alone by the flower bed, with the simulated metal tree behind him covered with snow.

In fact, Bai Zhe has a slightly stronger sense of belonging to the Lunar New Year.But when I was in a welfare school, students celebrated different versions of the New Year, and finally they all celebrated it on New Year's Day.

The appearance of pedestrians in the dream was very blurry, and his attention was focused on the holographic dynamic advertisements on storefronts all over the street and the falling snowflakes in the sky.

He saved some money this year and planned to buy one or two affordable electronic devices.

He wants to change to a small terminal with high-definition projection function, and wants to buy VR and AR equipment. Portable drones and rocket skateboards also look very attractive.

Bai Zhe can no longer remember the specific thoughts at that time, but the sense of tension and expectation still seems to be in his subconscious, emerging in his dreams.

But what he wants most is a customized back-of-the-brain interface for NEIR patients.Once the interface is implanted, he can experience Dream Shadows like everyone else.Watching three-dimensional images directly is very different from the immersive multi-sensory experience.

But he only saved 2000 yuan, which was not enough to buy a customized interface.The boy was extremely confused whether to buy one first or continue to save money.

The sun slowly rises from behind the clouds, the gentle sunshine neutralizes the coldness, and the snowflakes also cast a thin halo.

He raised his head and felt the small cold touch on his face, and the light passing through the metal branches passed through his hair and shirt.

He thought that if he fought more times in the Colosseum next year, he would be able to save enough money. Some spectators liked to watch people without prosthetic modifications compete in the arena.

There are some changes in the surrounding light.

He stood up, walked to the street and looked at the sky.A huge irregular red-brown mark appeared on the edge of the sun.

The commercial street became dead silent, and the crowd froze into statues at this moment, leaving him alone on the street.

Woo-woo--

The bright corona exploded into a molten golden mist, and a dull and distant roar was suddenly released from the solar disk.

He covered his eyes and ears. The ground shook slightly from the sound waves, and cracks appeared in pieces on the glass of the storefronts on the street.

The loud noise made people subconsciously think it was some kind of roar, because they could feel the intense emotions, anger, and pain in it.

He watched the dark stain spread rapidly on the surface of the sun, like a large patch of rust.

The light was infected by rust, giving it a dull and decaying texture, and everything in the field of vision became extremely weird.

Uh-oh-oh-oh-

He couldn't understand the meaning of the roar, he only felt that his scalp was numb from the shock.

It is not like the roar of human beasts, nor the sound of wind and thunder in nature, nor the noise of the operation of giant machinery.

Grand, lonely, fiery, and profound.

He couldn't help but feel that if distant stars could make sounds, this would be it.

The area covered by reddish-brown rust spots is getting larger and larger, the air has become extremely cold, and violent storms and snowstorms are sweeping across the city.

He had never experienced such a cold winter day, and it felt like his bone marrow was freezing. He hurriedly ran to the eaves of a clothing store to take shelter from the wind.

On the sky, the rusty sun exploded continuously, a skirt-like halo of light escaped from it, and dark rust fragments peeled off the surface.

What followed was an even more violent roar, with sound waves and light and heat coming in waves.

The rusty sun disk above the head seems to have reached a certain equilibrium state.The scope of the reddish-brown spots could no longer expand and shattered into fragments in the roar of the sun.

This is similar to the appearance of the fire icon in the delegation interface.

The snowflakes began to be mixed with tiny reddish-brown debris, and the white snow was dyed the dark red of rust.

He watched as red rust accompanied by heavy snow covered the entire Star City.Holographic advertisements, neon signs, and the light in the city are also infected by rust spots, transforming into the same decayed texture as sunlight.

The sun roars in the sky, and the snow and rust on the ground accumulate deeper and deeper.

Everything before his eyes was rusting and decaying.

Rusty spots appear on the blurred faces of pedestrians, countless shops on the streets are empty and dilapidated, towering high-rise buildings have collapsed and collapsed, and metal trees in flower beds have eroded and withered.

The remaining lights flickered between the rusty cities, responding to the roar of the rusty sun.

He still roars and refuses to be extinguished.

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very noisy.

Bai Zhe felt like his ears were being disturbed even when he recalled his dream.

He was actually yelled at by Father Sun, what the hell is this?

It is estimated that it will take two hours to generate raw material after disconnecting from the Dream Projector.

The quality of the material this time is certainly high, but that's not the problem he faced.

The difference between the new Party A and Kalehein is too big, and they really have nothing to do with Jingmei or anything like that.

He looks like a rusty sun and has a very loud voice.It can't really be a life form of stellar magnitude.

Bai Zhe opened the creative assistant and renamed the commission to [Rusty Sun: Sook].Sooko was a few consecutive syllables he heard in the middle, and most of the others were indescribable howling sounds.

He is now a little numb from being yelled at, his brain is also numb, and his thoughts are messy.

Unlike Kuroshio, which has a strange appearance and a solemn beauty, Sooko's appearance cannot be made into much.

Its representative features are mainly its special roaring sound and the red rust that can cause decay.

If he could directly turn it into a dream shadow and let the viewer be yelled at by Father Sun for 10 minutes, that would indeed be art, performance art.

Bai Zhe stared at the commission interface and began to have a headache with creative ideas.

Oooh--coo--

The fire icon roared twice again, causing his brain to hurt.

He quickly turned on mute, and the icon immediately shouted at him at two or three times the volume, which frightened Bai Zhe into unmuting him immediately.

Why, why can't you be a tall, calm and beautiful unknown life form like Kalehin?

[Accept delegation/reject delegation, countdown to 23:59:59]

It can only take one day at most.Bai Zhe didn't put it on hold anymore and clicked to accept the commission, starting the 40-day countdown to the creation time limit.

Although new clients are a bit weird, creative commissions must still be accepted normally.Even if you fail, you won't lose much. It doesn't matter what kind of work you do.

Wait, if this commission fails, you won’t be chased and yelled at by the client in your dream, right?

Thinking of this, Bai Zhe felt his ears hurt even more.

He decided to take stock of his available funds.

After this period of consumption and income, he still has 7900 credits left in his account. The viewing volume of "Gaze" has been growing very slowly, and the subsequent revenue will be around 500 yuan at most.

I have set aside 3000 for next month's rent, water and electricity, and 800 for basic food and drink, leaving less than 5000.

It's a big improvement from last month when I was about to live on the streets, but the budget is still very tight.

It is not appropriate to continue to collect gold coins from the old man now. You have to check the performance after a while and then go to him for a heart-to-heart talk to achieve sustainable development.

　I'm a bit stuck. Let's have a meal first and then send Chapter 2.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)