My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 2 002: Wanderer

Deep dive.

An advanced technology that brings awareness to the data level.

[Internal clinic LAN]

The text in front of John was still there, indicating that it was not the product of mechanical scanning, but something more special.

The doctor's consciousness appeared.

They stood in the black and green data torrent. The LAN space of the underground clinic was very small. If you describe it in words, it was like two hackers fighting in a data cage.

"When I get out, your life will be worse than death and you will be sold to the most perverted chip dealer in the city!"

The doctor was cursing and operating quickly.

There is chaos in the data world, and the system is trying to expel John's consciousness.

"Go to hell, you idiot!"

"Doctor, I didn't lie to you."

John's voice was very calm, and before he could finish speaking, he was attacked by Data, as if his chest was pierced by a sharp blade.

His data was washed to pieces but not expelled, and he spoke at the same pace.

"Look, black light."

A black line stretched out from under his feet, extending along a winding path and running rampant through the clinic's local area network.

The doctor was slightly surprised and put up a firewall.

The black trickle is advancing in the data torrent, the defense system is ineffective, and every string of code is overwritten in the blink of an eye.

Blacklight contaminates systems easily.

[Eden City Industrial Zone-Underground Clinic]

The doctor returned to reality from the LAN. He couldn't believe that he was expelled from the system.
"what!"

Zizzi~
A string of blue arcs burst out of Dr. Grando's temples, and his whole body was paralyzed. All the modified bodies were overheating and overloading. Error messages were displayed in front of him, and he fell to the ground in pain.

[Clinic Control System (Connected)]

John's senses began to spread.

The clinic's local area network was under his control - the mechanical locks that restrained the limbs automatically popped open, the chainsaw was powered off, the diagnosis and treatment records on the monitor were deleted, and the screen completely shut down after the smoke erupted.

John jumped down from the cold operating chair.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood and walked forward weakly, approaching slowly amid the doctor's wails.

Suddenly gunfire rang out.

Bang, ta-da-da!
A round of bullets shot out, grazed the edge of the table, and scratched flickering sparks on the metal wall.

The rails on the ceiling were broken.

Those strange-looking mechanical arms collapsed together with their brackets, and parts and paper files were scattered all over the floor.

Click, click!
The doctor's trigger clicked and the magazine emptied.

John didn't stick his head out rashly.

He crawled on the floor, groped around, and found a few usable accessories.

He has been working on the transportation line of Tiebang Logistics Company for several years. Based on his experience, he assembled the modules in front of him into an electromagnetic crossbow.

John took a deep breath, quickly moved out of the cover, and pulled the trigger towards the doctor's head.

boom!
The rusty awl blew out his prosthetic eye.

Half of the doctor's head fell on the table, and the body was slowly soaked with pus.

His mechanical arm slipped and made a clicking sound, and there seemed to be a cannonball inside.

The doctor wanted to die with John, but he didn't expect John to be cautious and decisive in shooting.

The ammunition in the one-way gun barrel exploded.

The doctor's body was blown to pieces.

Plasma and grease splashed onto the wall, slowly sliding down in the flickering neon tubes and flowing out into thin branches.

The clinic's red lights started flashing.

Fire sprinklers shoot out a fine mist of water.

John searched around the hazy room, first took away the chip on the table, then smashed open the drawer and emptied the money cards inside.

Time is tight and the search cannot take too long.

John got into the secret passage and climbed into the garbage bin in the back alley along the garbage pipe.

As soon as he turned over and jumped out, he saw a police car roaring past.

Dr. Grando made a lot of dirty money and paid for himself a high-quality insurance package - the chip was connected to the Internet. As long as he died, the police and medical organizations would send a large number of people to support him.

John temporarily hid in a back alley.

He vomited black blood all over the floor, his vision began to blur, and the ringing in his ears even briefly overwhelmed the hustle and bustle of Eden City.

The diagnosis did not lie:

His life was short-lived.

John calmed down for a while and picked up some clothes in the trash can.

There are a lot of desperadoes in the city, maybe it's evidence that others destroyed.

John had no choice. He had to change his bloody outfit, otherwise he would be swept out by drones.

He finished packing, raised his hood, and left the scene with a pocket of chips.

[Eden City-Bian'an Avenue]

High-rise buildings, dark streets, purple, green, blue and red neon lights are constantly shining, electronic light signs are rising from the ground, drones and transporters are passing overhead, and hot girls with holographic projections are dancing on the street corners...

John exchanged cash for his subway card, and his dizziness worsened. Suddenly, he was standing in front of a subway platform covered with graffiti.

The carriages on the Outer Ring Line are filled with a mixed crowd of passengers - drunkards, gangsters, mercenaries, and custom practitioners. No one is a decent person.

John held his head high, pretending to be a drug addict or a decadent poor man, to ensure that no one would come to trouble him when he was weak.

I have a splitting headache and a revolving door flashes by.

The job was lost, the house was lost, social security was suspended, and the savings account was frozen by the company in the name of medical expenses.

The subway is buzzing.

Groups of passengers disappeared from sight.

It was a pity that John did not die in the subway. He walked out of the platform with his body supported, away from the main city, and walked east along the slums in the suburbs.

Until I heard the roar of machinery and saw dark mountains.

【Eden City Landfill III】

Darkness envelops.

Even scavengers don't bother to visit this area, only driverless trucks.

John ran out of money after losing his job and originally planned to wait quietly here to die.

He turned on the light in the shed, took out the remains of Tobeca's prosthetic eye, and his memory returned to two days ago:
He accidentally touched this thing, and what happened to the club girl Tobeca flashed back quickly in front of his eyes, and then, a black light shone.

Strange text appears.

[The carrier is overheated and the operation is aborted. 】

[Wreckage detected, emergency plan four, material extraction and analysis, biological consciousness remains - Tobeka, consciousness resists violently...]

[Emergency Mission-Tobeca’s Last Wish]

The overheating of the carrier mentioned in the text should refer to his gradually weakening body.

With the attitude of giving it a try, John went to the city based on the clues. He actually had a glimmer of hope in the doctor.

The diagnosis was disheartening.

First, cyberpsychosis was diagnosed and omega inhibitors were ineffective.

Secondly, black light is more dangerous than imagined.

It is overbearing and can overwrite all data in a deep dive state, and even the doctor's firewall cannot withstand it.

He wasn't sure whether to follow the instructions at first, and he wasn't sure whether the text was an illusion. He couldn't go crazy and kill innocent people...

The doctor moved first.

Now, the mission is accomplished.

[Urgent mission: Tobeka’s last wish (completed)]

[Reward: Special inhibitor formula]

[Description: You are about to die, so do something to save yourself. 】

Every time John saw the writing, his physical symptoms worsened.

This time he felt even more painful. All kinds of information seemed to be stuffed into his mind, and he fainted from the pain.

Early morning hours.

John carried the corrugated cardboard and tattered cotton jacket all night, and he had a list of materials in his mind, as well as the method of making special inhibitors.

His physical condition got worse.

Without delay.

John pushed himself up and walked along the garbage dump toward the industrial area.

I ransacked a little money at the clinic last night.

He bought a pre-made meat pie from a street stall and barely filled his stomach, which made him feel much better.

The things on the list are very common, but you can't go to the city to buy them. After all, last night you killed a black doctor with high insurance. If he is wanted, he will be shot in the head by a patrol plane when passing by the subway.

Fortunately, this is Eden City, and there are always gray purchasing channels.

John found a black market.

He carefully purchased the materials in batches, and did not get the last material until all the money in his pocket was spent.

"that's it?"

"Otherwise, poisonous insect, I see you are a stranger, so it's best not to cause trouble."

The black market boss showed off a spray gun and drove away the confused John.

He returned to the landfill with his things, looking at the electronic parts strewn on the ground and lost in thought.

"Does this look like medicine?"

"Hey, ah!"

The symptoms of black light erosion are getting more intense.

His time is running out.

John followed the process and continued to edit on a blank chip. He also took out Tobeka's prosthetic eye motherboard, connected it with a repeater, and wiped away the remaining data.

To be honest, operating on a damaged prosthetic limb is quite uncomfortable, especially after knowing that the original owner died tragically.

The inhibitor is done.

He looked at the red chip in his hand and mustered up the courage to insert it into the slot on the side of his head.

[Special Inhibitor (Destroyed)]

[System restarting, carrier scanning, emergency plan aborted, calibration...]

There was a tearing feeling in John's mind, the black light began to strobe, and the mountains of garbage in front of him kept overlapping.

He only has one thought now.

Damn it, fake medicine can harm people.

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