My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 84 083: Cyberpsychosis
Death and sleep should be quite similar, floating up and down in a hazy dream, with the light penetrating the void and the shadowless lamp hanging in front of you overlapping and then peeling off.

The soul travels between illusion and reality.

Life has also been quantified into data on the monitor.

The moment consciousness surfaced from chaos and regained the ability to think, I saw light.

Then he opened his eyes and his vision came into focus.

"Are you awake, John?"

The military doctor clasped his hands behind his back and stood straight beside the bed.

He confirmed the residual value of the anesthetic drug, and then opened John's eyelids to examine and conduct a light test.

"The prosthetic eye responds quickly, the connection is smooth, and the iris projection and nerve reception efficiency are up to standard... There are two things for you."

The military doctor's tone was a bit harsh.

The military doctor then took out the intubation tube and gave him medicine.

Tinfoil interrupted.

When she saw John approaching, she ended the conversation, her eyes revealing a look of scrutiny and distrust.

"……what?"

Eden paid for it in advance and selected a new implant from the company's warehouse to replace his damaged organ.

Tinfoil touched the silver artificial leather on his neck. "Let's verify it first to be on the safe side."

"But I didn't finish. After leaving the hospital, my physical condition became worse and worse. I developed symptoms of dizziness, suffocation, weakness, and in the most severe cases, I even became unconscious and vomited blood..."

If Eden really didn't want to protect him, he might be shot through the head by a network surveillance bullet tomorrow.

"There seems to be something in my mind. Every time it is quiet at night, or on the verge of fainting, I can see a black light. I can't describe it..."

Tinfoil turned around and looked around, directly opened the cover of the coffee machine in the rest area, groped in the space behind the light strip, and put a device terminal on the table.

"Last month I woke up in the hospital and was taken to Tiebang Logistics..."

That thing is a bit unpredictable.

He dressed and returned to the combat training floor.

Eden sat on a high stool in the lounge area, holding a metal cup in his hand.

He let out a breath of relief.

John got straight to the point and told his story.

Eden had turned around completely at this time, folding his arms and still looking at him calmly.

"How bad can it be..."

The most troublesome part for John is the gunshot wound and blood loss, but it would be much easier if the entire organ was cut off - prosthetic transformation in the cyberpunk era is already a street-level surgery.

John also knew how to be grateful, so he told the whole secret.

Network surveillance targeted him. It was originally a dead end, but he managed to find a way out thanks to Eden's strong guarantee.

Eden raised his hand and motioned for him to sit down.

"Why are you willing to tell the truth?"

"This stuff is absolutely powerful. Your metabolic efficiency will be improved. As for its specific function, when you recover and find a girl, you will feel obvious changes in bed."

John raised his head at this.

He seems to be thinking about something.

John couldn't explain it clearly, and he was afraid that if he said it, Eden would feel that he was approaching him for some "purpose."

"What's going on, guys?"

"It's your kidney inside. It was punctured. After cutting off the damaged part, a small part of the tissue was left for you to deal with."

He pointed to a plastic ice bag with a biohazard symbol on it.

John sat on the stool, frowned, and spread his hands to indicate what the strange atmosphere was about.

He only said that black light is an uncontrollable physical hack, but did not say anything about the "mission" or text prompts.

Eden also appeared remarkably calm.

Next to the tinfoil is an upside-down bottle of energy drink.

"I've heard this version."

The military doctor told him not to worry.

John's voice was weak, but the confusion on his face was quite vivid.

But John also had a hidden agenda.

"What should I say..."

Tinfoil said nothing.

John smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"You said your... black light? Can physically hack into the device, then use this little thing to verify it."

"It will destroy the firewall, are you sure?"

John emphasized that he was not an alarmist. "It's best to confirm that this thing has been disconnected from the company's logistics system..."

"I know, man, no one's kidding."

The tinfoil expression is very serious. "I set up a remote node, and any data fluctuations, hacking, or overwriting will be observed."

Her eyes were a little evasive and she waved her hand.

"Just...well, feel free to try it."

John looked at Eden with confusion on his face. He could also tell that these two were hiding something from him.

But there is no reason to harm him, otherwise it would be better to just cooperate with the network supervisor.

John took out the data cable to connect the device.

[Data management/backend user login]

[No access rights, please contact the administrator. 】

This information is projected onto the prosthetic eye.

"Fake, what's going on?"

John froze on the spot, the black light did not go wild, or even flickered from beginning to end.

He connected to the device normally, accessed the backend, and was blocked by firewalls and password programs.

Tinfoil showed a relieved expression.

John mentioned the company's training system.

The black light invaded the device and the side effects almost killed him, which was witnessed by both Tinfoil and Eden.

So everyone opened the room.

The all-metal wall is divided into countless sections, and the gaps are scattered high and low, as if it has been breathing in the darkness.

John plugs into the deep dive equipment.

The system accessed his brain and rendered the scene normally, without any response from the background program.

John returned to reality and took off the instrument.

"There must be something wrong...the network monitoring equipment, yes, that thing must be working, I can't feel the black light..."

He got to the root of the problem.

Eden, however, shifted his gaze, as if he had expected this. Then he took John out, waved his hand and left in the elevator.

Tinfoil took out a tablet device and handed it over.

"During your operation, we re-evaluated you. Regarding cyberpsychosis... the indicators are not very good. You need to choose a suitable inhibitor."

"What do you mean?"

John narrowed his eyes and asked.

"Hey."

Tinfoil sighed, his prosthetic eyes flashed, and he transmitted a special plug-in program to John.

[Installation in progress, starting...]

A mannequin appeared before John's eyes.

He could see every part of his body, just like the results of a full-body prosthetic scan in the hospital.

There is also a data percentage next to it.

The higher you go, the redder it gets.

[Critical value: 97%]

"This...what does this data mean?"

John was inexplicably nervous.

"You have abnormal prefrontal lobe stimulation, a typical symptom of late-stage cyberpsychosis. Do you understand?"

Tinfoil pursed his lips with a sympathetic expression.

"Your body has been transformed to the limit. The surgery must replace your kidney implant, but this is the last thing. Your body is like a full cup. Even if you put a small iron piece in it, it will Let your nerves completely collapse..."

"and then?"

"It's what you are familiar with. Your consciousness gradually fades, your memory gradually fades away, and you can't even find your way home, or worse, stand in public and shoot and massacre...and then..."

Tinfoil can’t say any more. John's heart was pounding as he said, "Then the special operations team will fall from the sky and blow me to a pulp."

He took a long breath.

"I don't understand. Didn't you do a test originally? Why all of a sudden..."

"We don't know. I hope you understand that Haven Company and Eden have no reason to trap you. This test report is fact. Don't uninstall the program I gave you. It can remind you of your physical condition at any time, and then quit smoking and drinking. , do some light work.”

"Easy...what do you mean?"

"You've basically said goodbye to your mercenary career, John. Unfortunately, being on the streets requires upgrading your prosthetic body. In this situation, you only need to be hit by a few more bullets and have your subcutaneous armor repaired twice, and you will be immediately sentenced to death! "

Tinfoil crossed his arms and frowned.

She wanted to get him a bottle of energy drink and stretched out her hand, but she replaced it with filtered pure water.

John sat down in disbelief, mumbling analysis.

"Is it because the black light disappeared?"

"Man, take my advice and stop thinking about the black light. It's probably just a by-product of your illness."

"Impossible, you have no idea how I got all the way here. I was going to fucking die when I was in the garbage dump..."

"Shh~"

Tinfoil frowned and raised his hand to signal him to calm down.

Then he asked calmly.

"There are no secrets in this city, man. Internet surveillance has turned your home upside down. If there is even the slightest problem, the state police will not let you go easily."

"That's because I destroyed it in advance!"

"Can you prove it? Wake up and look in the mirror. You are like a cyberpsychotic who has fallen into logical self-consistency and is desperately trying to find excuses to comfort himself."

Tinfoil said it a bit ruthlessly.

She put it on her waist, thought for a moment, then waved her fingers and transferred a large amount of cash to John.

"Take it."

"What do you mean?"

"You have been terminated by Haven and this is compensation based on non-staff remuneration."

"Haha, I'm fucking unemployed again?"

"Don't look like that, man, have you ever come to the company to work for even one day? No one owes you, and they even treat you well. It's just a pity..."

Tinfoil showed a sad expression.

"Don't come to training. From the moment you are diagnosed, you will no longer be able to meet Eden's standards. Leave, go home, have a good rest and find a simple job."

Tinfoil wiped his face in frustration.

She left.

John looked at the glass on the table, trying to calm himself down, but he always felt that the complicated clues were in a mess.

The water drops slid down the wall of the cup, forming a full arc between the corners of the metal tabletop.

The water droplets burst silently and soaked into the gaps.

There was a glint in John's eyes again.

He suddenly stood up and walked into the toilet, which was also a separate cubicle next to the fighting training room.

John locked the door.

He stood in front of the mirror and groped on his body armor.

In the middle of the interlayer of the aramid fabric of the body armor, in the gap covered by the hard padding, a small piece of metal head is revealed after breaking open the small piece.

This is a special inhibitor.

John was usually very cautious to avoid being noticed. He did some tricks on the body armor and carried a spare with him.

The military doctor took off his clothes when operating on him and only stored and inspected the weapons. He did not search the clothes inch by inch. He did not find it until he returned his personal belongings after the treatment.

John stood in the mirror, took a deep breath, and inserted something into his neck.

His eyes widened, and in the flickering orange light, the Messiah's prosthetic eyes projected a message on his retina.

[Invalid add-in (Read failure)]

"Fake!"

John cursed and punched.

The glass projection crystal surface flashed briefly, and a red message warned him not to continue damaging public goods.

John gritted his teeth and stared into his eyes.

There are hidden light strips around the mirror.

Two went out.

John looks haggard, angry, and even a little frustrated under the uneven fill light environment.

Shadows gather around the eyes.

There are still stubble and bloody scabs on his face, his cheekbones are protruding from grinding his teeth, and the wings of his aquiline nose are constantly fluttering.

A flash of bright red flashed.

John shook his head and leaned closer to the mirror.

He saw a stream of data flashing through his pupils, gradually changing from orange to bright red, causing his eyeballs to become bloodshot.

Zhizi, zizi.

"Ouch! Fa..."

John felt his neck was hot and immediately raised his hand to pull out the chip, only to see that the end of the inhibitor had been burned to the point of curling.

Familiar words flashed before my eyes.

[Emergency treatment plan, permission update, abnormal carrier operating status detected...]

[The device failed to restart, the calibration was abnormal, and the access failed. 】

John was sure that the familiar black light had appeared again.

The critical value did not decrease and even soared to 99%.

The special inhibitor successfully awakened the black light, but it did not cure the symptoms of cyberpsychosis. The previous feeling of relief did not appear, as if a certain function had been shut down.

The problem of cyberpsychosis still bothers me.

John felt a brief dizziness coming over him, and his body also felt slightly hot, as if he was outside of cyberpsychosis...

Another terminal illness has been added.

"Fake, I'm going to kill myself."

John frowned secretly.

He turned on the faucet, regained his composure with the help of the cold liquid, and then propped himself on the sink, thinking - should he go find tinfoil and Eden?
But after a short period of decision-making, I gave up.

Your life is your own.

He couldn't prove the existence of black light.

Now that the special inhibitor has failed, if the physical hack is successful, the body will die completely due to the unbearable side effects.

You can't die to prove it, right?

[Mission target update]

[Look for the tie clip. (unacommpolished)】

The feeling of exhaustion returned.

Ding--

John walked out of the Haven corporate building carrying the bag.

When he passed through the sliding glass door, he saw:
The words "Temporary Visitor (Authorization Ended)" are displayed on the adjacent information panel.

Tinfoil is absolutely right.

Eden and Haven did not owe him anything. On the contrary, they helped him a lot and even saved his life under the pressure of the network supervisor.

John came to the street carrying his bag.

He started the Atlanta virtual network with anxiety and found a series of access records in the system information.

They are all hackers who monitor the Internet.

During the time when John was not connected to the Internet, Blacklight acquiesced in all operations. Perhaps this is why the state police did not find any clues.

buzzing-

The Ethan Berg Silver Rider 577 automatically docks, opens its doors, and invites its owner to sit in the cab.

"Whoo~"

John dropped the bag in the passenger seat - inside were the severed internal organs.

He stroked the leather of the steering wheel with a frown on his face.

I always feel like something is growing in my heart.

Think for a moment.

Tinfoil's words echoed in my mind.

[You are now like a cyber psychotic who has fallen into logical self-consistency, desperately trying to find an excuse to comfort himself. 】

(End of this chapter)