Chapter 750 Ordinary People

The development of technology is traceable. For anything that can think logically or even move, time is a very important label to help them understand the world.

Questions like how much does one plus one equal do not require time to help clarify their thoughts, so Lear and Muramasa can maintain a certain degree of thinking ability, but if they want to survive further, they must gradually repair their memories.

Mainly Muramasa's database.

Arasaka's main enemies have always been Europeans. After all, the people of Berry Country have died from their own people's gold fraud and fraud, and the only thing standing in front of Saburo Arasaka is the European Union.

Muramasa once processed countless information in this regard on Arasaka Company's servers, and his understanding of the history of European technological development may be deeper than that of Europeans today——

After all, after the collapse of the old network, everyone's technological level has suffered a major setback, and the only ones with complete data records are AI that generates self-awareness.

Although his wandering with Lille has made Muramasa's database much more incomplete, he is still the "former employee" of Arasaka Company who poses the greatest technical threat to Europeans.

Hacking even takes just a moment:

This set of smart home transmitters and identification codes can even be used to open the back door of the fat house prosthetic system in the room.

[Name: Elliot Grove]

【ID:UK-2070-01-563829】

[Identity: Maintainer of the British-French submarine channel. 】

[Biometric information, DNA, fingerprints, retinal scans, financial accounts, social media, criminal records.]

[Legal citizen. 】

The information on law-abiding citizen Elliot is so detailed that you could create a synthetic human just like him—if such technology existed.

However, Elliot, who was hacked, did not notice anything, and the prosthetic equipment had no reaction at all when it was raised by a few tenths of a degree Celsius.

All he can think about now is: What if he is caught by network surveillance and uses the equipment he bought from a street stall to try to circumvent the wall? !

What if a network monitor opens his computer and sees what’s inside and asks his relatives and friends? ! !

Thinking of this, while getting dressed, he tidied up the room and dug out the mysterious storage device from under the bed.

Just when he was connecting to the mysterious mobile hard drive, a strange voice came from his head:

[Liel: Stop messing around, I have a way to help you hide from network surveillance. 】

Elliot was stunned: "Who is talking!"

[Lille: Forgot who you were communicating with just now? 】

Just now?

In the stuffy room, this 27-year-old fat man, a legal European citizen, felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave and felt chilled all over.

It turns out that the network surveillance did not lie to him?

So there really is AI outside the wall? !

[Lille: You're in trouble, boy. 】

[Johnny: This kid is really a fucking talent. When something happens, he doesn’t immediately think about destroying the evidence. Instead, he thinks about destroying the evidence of his perverted little habit.]

Yes, Elliot's first thought was not to run away, but to destroy his illegal videos.

And Mewtwo.

[Johnny: But I’m not embarrassed to see these things, right? 】

In Johnny's eyes, Elliot's collection is too normal. Isn't it just porn? There are so many of them, but the most perverted one is just a video of a mechanical dog——

If you put it in the Black Mewtwo Market in Night City, whoever sells this thing will be laughed at.

[Lille: It means this is an honest fat man. 】

It's a contradiction to say that if Elliot was honest, he wouldn't do anything illegal, especially something like blackwalling.

But let’s say he is dishonest. When something goes wrong, let alone destroying the body and wiping out traces, he refuses to admit it. He doesn’t even have the slightest resistance. It seems that he has subconsciously acquiesced to one thing:

Internet surveillance will definitely find evidence of his messing up, and he is dead.

Or maybe he doesn't think it's serious?

"It's over, it's over." Elliot's eyes were blank, and he kept rummaging through his hard drive and electronic devices, and then connected them one by one.

Although these devices do not have computing as their main purpose, all electronic devices must have central control chips. These central control chips can provide more computing power for Lear and Muramasa.

Under Muramasa's guidance, Elliot began disassembling hard drives and chips.

The good news is that this fat man works as a maintainer of the British and French channels. There are more or less tools in the room, and it is not a problem to perform simple operations on the equipment.

[Muramasa: Okay, let him put on that helmet and go out. I probably know what's going on. 】

[Lille: Boy, get ready to go out. 】

[Lille: You don’t look like a hacker. How did you get that set of equipment? 】

Elliot is wearing a work suit.

The clothes didn't look dirty, just like his room. Although it was messy and the light was all holographic, it wasn't dirty or smelly.

However, this suit is definitely a bit old, and has been exposed to things like engine oil, combustion emissions, and smog particles for too long.

Clothes are just like people. He has been doing this job for too long and has been intoxicated by the smell of work.

He said with a sad face: "I just want to climb over the wall and see the outside world. I heard them say that there are a lot of shameful and exciting things on the old network."

[Johnny: Just looking for some excitement? It's really low-level. 】

"No!" Elliot shouted excitedly in his head, "I want to know what the network surveillance is hiding. They must be hiding something."

[Johnny: Hidden the pornographic pictures? I see you have hidden a lot of things. The one I just sent you is a beautiful woman from 50 years ago. I forgot her name, but... is she pretty? ]

"Not pretty." The fat man shook his head, "The hair is so weird, red and purple, like a rocket."

[Johnny: You know nothing.]

Elliot walked out of the room.

His home is a single room of nearly 25 square meters, much smaller than Lille's residence in Night City, but the layout is very similar:

One of the walls is chiseled out with a bed and a wardrobe, and there are vending machines and washing machines on the opposite wall. The bathroom is wrapped in a glass curtain wall alone.

The view outside his room is also much bleaker than that of a super skyscraper:

Because the holographic lighting system can give the owner excellent lighting effects and simulate almost any light preset that the owner can afford, then the room naturally does not need lighting.

The room does not need lighting, so naturally there is no need to set up a light well in the apartment building.

This building is a square house, with a circle of housing on the outer circle and another circle on the inner circle. If it weren't for the fact that this is an apartment, I would have thought it was a prison.

The weird thing is that the corridor is so clean that the cleaning robot tirelessly drives over and over again on the ground.

[Johnny: Oh my god, are you in prison? ]

"Please respect my house! I'm not in prison! I'm not a criminal! I chose the inner circle because the rent is cheap! Frugality is a virtue!"

[Lille: Connect your personal link to the terminal at the door of the maintenance room, be more natural, as if you are a maintenance worker. ]

"Ah?! Illegally using computer technology to hack into public equipment will lead to jail!"

[Lille: Tinkering with the black wall will lead to being shot, hurry up. ]

Elliot's neck was straightened, looking at the robots on the ground and the neighbors who occasionally hurried by, his calves were almost trembling!

He felt. He felt that these things were looking at him.

It was as if everyone knew he was going to do something bad.

[Lill: Go! No one is watching you! How long are you going to wait? Wait until the Internet monitoring comes? ]

[Johnny: This fat guy is a waste. Wait for the bullet. ]

"I'm not a waste!"

Elliot swallowed and wiped his clothes with his hands out of habit.