My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 1 001: Prosthetic Doctor

[Eden City Industrial Zone-Underground Clinic]

"Can you tell me who introduced you here?"

"A certain old customer."

"Haha, why don't I believe it? The bastards who come here have no conscience."

The doctor took off the macro lens on his face and said emotionlessly. "Okay, the inspection is over."

The robotic arms around the table began to retract.

The doctor's wheelchair was pushed back, revealing a dimly lit underground clinic.

The patient was lying on a chair, with his diagnosis on the split-screen monitor. His body temperature was extremely high, and several indicators were dangerous.

"Poor John."

The doctor read out the patient's name, his orange eyeballs flashing. "Tell me more about your symptoms."

John sat up straight and looked around:
The walls are covered with wires and graffiti, neon tubes are misused, and prosthetic limbs hang from ceiling chutes for easy movement.

[Underground clinic surveillance (cannot be hacked)]

"I could see strange words, like video game missions, and it...it led me to do some crazy things."

"Eye implants? Scan information and synchronize it with consciousness through nerve conduction. Man, this is the most common thing in the cyber era."

"no."

John shook his head.

"I haven't modified my brain or put implants in my eyeballs."

"It's really weird, let me do a test."

The doctor pushed the chair and slid to the computer, the keyboard clattering. "I did a full scan of your implant, using a military-grade anti-virus program to ensure it is clean and thorough... Can you still see strange things now?"

John looked down at his arm.

A mechanical prosthetic leg made of metal, plastic fibers and imitation leather.

This is the company's standard equipment for low-level employees. The contract includes annual free maintenance. The metal code has been worn, but its original model can still be seen, and a string of information appears in front of it.

[Company general prosthetic limb type ITU0126 (connected)]

"I can still see."

John said regretfully. "These words seem to be imprinted deep in my consciousness."

"If viral infection is ruled out, there is only one possibility."

"Alzheimer?" John asked.

"Sorry, I'm not that lucky. It's cyberpsychosis. Your name is already in hell."

The doctor shook his head regretfully, then took out a can of electronic cigarette and puffed on it.

The clinic room was immediately filled with smoke, and the smell of nicotine mixture wafted freely.

John looked a little depressed: "How could I become a madman?"

"Illegal downloading, hacking by strangers, and pirated software updates may scorch your nerves. The most common situation is... excessive modification, or the use of unsuitable implants."

The doctor stopped suddenly. "But your situation is a little strange."

He paused. "Your implant is very old and ordinary. It has not been updated. Logically speaking, it is far from reaching the load-bearing limit."

"I now how to do?"

"Try the Omega Inhibitor. It's the most effective one on the market. If you upgrade further, you'll only get the military version, which is even more deadly."

【Omega inhibitor (injection type)】

puff~
The air valve released pressure and the drug was injected into John's body, but there was no fluctuation in the data on the monitor.

The doctor frowned, did a lot of tests, and finally sighed helplessly.

"I'm sorry, John."

He looked like he was attending a funeral. "The inhibitor is ineffective. Your mind and body are on the verge of collapse. Enjoy the rest of your time."

John sat on the operating table blankly.

Everyone who lives in the city of Eden must have seen crime scenes sealed off by police cordons.

Cyberpsychotic lunatics are in the news every day:
They were loaded with excessive amounts of prosthetics, abused software, and gradually became immune to hormone-blocking drugs, until one day they lost all their sanity, picked up weapons and opened fire on the streets, and were blown to pieces by the police and terrorist mobile teams...

A similar and sad fate.

The doctor tried to persuade his patient:
"Forget your crazy delusions, have some fun, let off some steam, and reward yourself. There's nothing to be shy about."

He pulled down the iron plate and took out various prosthetic limbs.

"Strange dirty movies will only push you into the abyss, so I suggest modifying the robotic arm. It is much more cost-effective than going to Huating to find an X doll."

The doctor grabbed another handful of chips from the drawer and promoted them proudly.

"These are in-demand items, well-handled feelings and emotions, highly distinctive, absolutely thrilling, and without built-in ads or viruses."

John is not interested in special supplies.

The doctor had seen too many desperate patients and said expertly: "Hey, cheer up and tell me your story."

John looked up in a daze and said:

He was running transportation for Tiebang Logistics Company. He was robbed on the way, and the goods were blown to pieces. He was seriously injured. When he woke up, there was a black light in his head, and his body became weaker and weaker. "I thought I would gradually die of illness, until one day, a task reminder suddenly appeared in front of me, just like in a dream."

"Philosophy is the right of the rich. If you are not dreaming, you are sick."

[System linked to the clinic (optional)]

[Go deep dive with the doctor and enter the clinic LAN (optional)]

John said: "If you don't believe it, you can take a look at my biometric information. My company account is also in it."

"Ok."

The doctor took out the mobile port and inserted it into John's data slot.

In the cyberpunk era, everyone will install a biological slot, which is like an ID card and contains important information and deep dive ports.

[Confirm to connect to data terminal? Sure. 】

The words in front of John changed, but he didn't tell the doctor.

What is displayed on the screen is identity information, just like a file, which is more detailed and real, and even the account balance is clearly revealed.

The doctor suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Oh, John, are you unemployed?"

"Yes, I was fired. Tiebang Logistics stopped my social security and employee dormitories. After paying the medical fees, I should declare bankruptcy."

"Well, that's a pity, huh, if that's the case..."

The doctor's orange prosthetic eyes began to flicker, as if he was trying unintentionally: "Do you have any follow-up plans? Friends, family, etc."

John shook his head.

Hearing this, the doctor murmured a few words, operated the clinic's system to level the operating chair again, and restrained John's limbs with handcuffs.

"doctor?"

"Don't be nervous, I'm trying to find a way to help you."

The doctor continued to operate on the keyboard, and the robotic arm above his head began to move, but the equipment looked less like precision instruments and more like a butcher's knife.

The doctor was surprised that John did not continue to struggle.

The doctor almost saw it and said with a smile: "Don't be like this, continue to say something?"

John was silent for a moment and suddenly changed the subject: "Doctor, do you know a club girl named Tobeka?"

The keyboard sound next to my ears disappeared.

The doctor didn't answer.

John looked at the ceiling and murmured:

"She was homeless and penniless just like me. You did very cruel things to her, and you also filmed the process into an original film and sold it to a super-sense chip manufacturer."

John slowly turned his head.

The doctor's yellow prosthetic eyes flickered in the darkness, and his tone was cold: "Who told you?"

"Tobeca."

"Nonsense, her organs are still frozen in the freezer, and the debris has long been thrown into the landfill. Dead people don't talk."

"You dumped her remains in Eden City Landfill III, right?"

John said calmly. "That's where I met her, and then the mission prompt appeared in my mind..."

The doctor paused and laughed.

"Oh, I forgot, you are a cyberpsycho. So, Mr. John, the voice in your head told you to die?"

[Mission goal: Kill the black prosthetic doctor [not achieved]]

[Reward: Special inhibitor formula]

John's limbs were tied, but his tone was very calm: "It said that as long as I kill you, it will give you a formula that can cure me."

"Kill me, can you do it?"

The doctor was operating a mechanical saw, and the sharp blade was already close to his head - the floor would be very dirty, but there was nothing he could do about it, dissection after death would devalue the organs.

suddenly!

The doctor's pupils began to flash - a warning came from the firewall, and there was an abnormality in the clinic system.

John slowly turned his head and looked at the data cable extending from his arm.

[Deep dive is connected, hacking level +1]

[Clinic control system (hacked)]

"Are you hacking my system? Looking for death!"

The doctor became furious.

"You are just an ordinary transporter, a low-level garbage swept out by the company. Keep your dirty hands away from my system!"

The doctor cursed, took out another cable and plugged it into his data slot.

He didn't care about organ removal, and it was even more impossible to kill John - killing a person in a deep submergence state would leave his consciousness and virus in the network.

Doctors need to go into deep dive and take back their own systems in the data world.

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(End of this chapter)