Chapter 1055

People can't always think in bed.

But I'm a patient now.

Optimists, pessimists, me. Now I really don't know whether I should be optimistic or pessimistic.

I think of Evelyn again. Evelyn with blue hair, her image in my memory, gradually fits with the plastic model in the mall. The occupation of sex couple is the acme of capital dissimilation. People become machines, which is the keynote of the cybernetic era, but when people become tools, it is a complete tragedy. There are so many strange things in the night city that some people mistakenly Regard crime as common.

What happened in the night city can be roughly summed up in two kinds, one is related to money, the other is related to power. The rest of love, art, Elegy and dream are all pressed by these two things and become their sexual partners. It's not fun. It's our life.

Why am I running?

I'm used to being a tool man of capital. I don't want to be a tool man of plot any more. Evelyn's tragedy is what I saw with my own eyes. A good man was burned in the head by the hackers of the voodoo gang. When he was half dead, he was used as a toy by the club manager. When he was tired of playing, he sold it to the black market doctors. The good implants were stripped clean, and then he was captured by the scavengers who cut the kidneys to shoot black dream.

It's easy to let a person die. Shoot him in the head. Bang, his brain is broken, and he will die naturally.

It's also very easy to make a person alive. The relic chip of Osaka company stores consciousness and uses the biochip to rewrite the consciousness data into the brain tissue. That's how Johnny lives in my head.

Life and death is a joke. When Johnny came to life, he didn't even realize that he had died. Death is not so terrible. For people, since they don't realize the world after death, they will never know the fact that they are dead. It's equivalent to stopping thinking for a moment, which is longer than time itself, The pale shadow of death is pulled into a thin sheet of nothingness in the eternal moment and goes with the wind.

Rich people have the power of eternal life, and their lives become a mechanical process. Death is just a short intermission, like a dreamless sleep. When they wake up from their sleep, a new life opens up again.

The art of the night city cannot work for the dead, nor for the rich. It kills the poor, the good and the honest. It can make people fall endlessly all the way. There are so many tragedies and pains that the pain of the last second can be tolerated in the next second, and there will always be a more miserable ending waiting in the future.

I basically see my future.

"Parnan."

"What's the matter, v?"

"I want to understand one thing."

"Let's talk about it."

"Tragedies in our lives are often not caused by ourselves. To be safe and stable in such a society, the difficulty is like walking a tightrope. We are all ordinary people, not Superman. We make mistakes one step and lose everything, but we can't avoid making mistakes. Rich people have countless opportunities to come back. For us, one failure means all the efforts of the first half of our life are wasted. "

"You're right. That's how the world sucks."

"Someone just called me and said Evelyn was dead. She is a hard-working woman. Because she was targeted by Osaka Lai, the voodoo Gang found her and forced her to steal the chip. In order to survive and turn over, she wanted to trade directly with us and sell the chip. She rides a balance car among the three forces of voodoo Gang, Osaka company and night city middleman. She may become rich overnight. If she loses, she will be left on the cliff. Just now, she committed suicide. This is the fate of our little people. This is the damn story!

"Plot is still not the most fundamental thing! The most fundamental is the setting of the story background! In such a bullshit place as night city, the plot will definitely not make me feel better. If I want to tamper with the plot, I have to lift the table before it kills me! damn it! Parnan! Listen to me! You're going to help me. Let's change the night city together! Hang the rich bastards on the streetlights, and kill the common people's trash in the stinking ditch! Damn it! Parnan! Do you want to work with me? I'm going to help you make adekado bigger and stronger, unify the evil land, and then rush into the night city. First, I'll chop down some candidates for mayor of dog days, and I'll be mayor myself! I will issue a decree that the adkado tribe will have complete citizenship, and you will have the right of autonomy at the same time. Harasaka company, Yeshi company, military technology. Damn it, let's rob it! Take the factory, take the warehouse! You'll get as much as you can! "

"Fuck, you're crazy, V!" Panan and Johnny are speaking together.

"I'm not crazy. The world is crazy! The good people should unite. Under such a banner, we should wipe out the cannibal capital of the night city. This city should let everyone live, instead of a few people occupying the best manor and enjoying the best food. The vast majority of people can only barely make ends meet. Beggars in the streets, loafers in the evil land, under the overpass, by the rail, from Heywood to Taiping state, From downtown to the badlands, everyone we see suffering should not have lived like this. I said, damn it, why can the rich live on technology for more than 100 years while the poor can't live a day. They are greedy to absorb the nutrition of the society to strengthen themselves. They don't do production, but they have the most resources. I have received hundreds of entrustments in the night city. If the rich kill people, they only need to pay compensation to get rid of the punishment, while the poor even have the right to resist from NCPD's doggies! I've never been used to them. Since they want us to die, let's kill them first. Parnan, do it with me! "

When I was long and eloquent, when I jumped out of bed and scolded Fang Qiu, my eyesight came back a little bit. I saw the light again. I saw Panan's shocked and excited face. Outside the tent where I was resting, more and more adekado people gathered, including men and women, wearing sloppy clothes, drinking half cold beer and soda, or simply holding a multi-function wrench. They're willing to listen to me as if they've been waiting for someone to say that. Johnny is standing in the crowd dodging. He must be very sad now. He must want to scold me for my stupidity, my invincibility and my childishness. But I'm not afraid of all these. For a person who knows nothing, if death can't frighten me, what else can threaten me to give up the fight! If the plot wants me to die, change the plot. If the oppressor wants me to die, I will kill the oppressor. I don't believe that in a stage with dramatic changes in the background of the story, can the plot still have such strong interference to block my action? What I has the final say is game player has the world to be what it is, not the people who wrote the script, but has the final say. That's right, V. I don't know what to say. Anyway, no matter what sol thinks, I will support you The people of adekado applauded for my wonderful speech. Johnny reluctantly lay on the March bed, a face of pain. I said: "wake up, Wushi, let's burn the night city to ashes!"