Chapter 92 Attenuation Algorithm

Night City can be without the Outlaw GTS sports car, but it can't be without Will Fuller's Columbus Cargo V340.

No one can replace this car's high cost-effectiveness in the transportation business - Lear's knowledge of vehicles is added to this.

Lille: 2 points, V: 0 points.

V340, it's just so practical.

What got off the car was a young man with a well-proportioned body and a ponytail - he looked very young.

Seeing the three of them standing at the door of the clinic, he was stunned for a moment, and then asked suspiciously:

"Three of you, if I remember correctly, the Sixth Street Gang has sold me the right to use the clinic. What are you doing?"

"We are here to see a doctor, and the patient is inside."

As he said this, Leer moved aside a little, allowing people to see Murphy lying inside.

Obviously, this black man's prosthetic eyes are also good. At a glance, he can see the flaws under Murphy's inferiorly patched skin, as well as the unnatural weak fluorescence.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief - fortunately, he didn't encounter any trouble.

I heard that company employees were often killed on the streets of Night City, so I deliberately chose a local gang as my protective umbrella.

It would be really unlucky if someone like this could be killed on the first night here.

"Okay. I didn't expect the demand for doctors here to be so high. Is it like this every day here?"

"I don't know about that, I'm not a local - just move the equipment in quickly."

Lear winked at Jack, and the big man walked towards the V340 behind him without hesitation, then carried hundreds of kilograms of equipment on each shoulder, and walked into the clinic like nothing happened.

The people who looked at the respectable logistics company and this little brother were stunned for a moment.

The little brother's name is Martin, and as soon as he got started, he knew that this was a level higher than that of Dr. Ripper, an unlicensed black doctor.

First is the equipment.

An external neural signal amplifier was installed on the right side of Martin's skull to synchronize with precision medical detection equipment and track the patient's neural signals in real time.

Secondly, his prosthetic eye also comes with a matching expansion eyepiece - this thing looks exactly like a tactical eyepiece, and the data obtained is dozens of times that of a conventional prosthetic eye.

In addition to regular scanning projects, it is also a portable CT machine and even has a 200x optical microscopy function.

The surgical auxiliary prosthesis he uses is also very formal, and is the same style as the external gloves used by Lao Wei - Lille's is also of the same style.

Unlike the Ripper, who completely chopped off his own arm and chose to use a high degree of prosthesis to improve his surgical capabilities.

In addition, Martin also carries a lot of equipment that the disemboweling doctor would not buy - such as a DNA scanner.

"This man. Did he participate in any human experiments?"

Martin could tell at a glance that something was wrong with Murphy.

Lear nodded: "The water in biotechnology experiments is very deep. If you want to continue asking, you will have to pay more."

After hearing this, Martin looked at Lear with deep meaning: "I worked in the R\u0026D laboratory of Moore Technology for 10 years - I guess this resume is one of the reasons why you are waiting for me here.

But I don't want to know the details, thank you. "

"It doesn't matter, I just mentioned it - so can it be cured?"

"It's complicated, his DNA was tampered with, but I guess the experimenters didn't want to see that.

Although the inserted DNA is decaying, there are no rules in the decay rate and the information encoding of the decay.

If you insist on saving him, my suggestion is to buy a DNA care device and match it with a suitable course of treatment.

In this case, he will be completely normal in about 30 years - it will just cost a little money. "

"That's it." Lear poked Murphy on the operating table, "Did you hear that? You can start waiting to die."

Martin didn't say the price, but he knew with his own feet that the medical expenses for this kind of plan could easily cost millions.

Murphy was dumbfounded: "Let me go. Is there a cheaper solution? Or, I can sell this information to Moore Technology! You must have channels!"

Martin shook his head: "Moore Technology is indeed interested in biotechnology projects, but it is not interested in this kind of obviously shoddy failed product, which may cause trouble when the time comes.

A cheaper treatment plan is to give you nerve blockers and then use some special medical auxiliary prostheses to control the symptoms on the face.

In this case, the money you have to pay is the price of custom-made special medical prostheses. "

Martin said it was an understatement.

But Murphy has also been working in biotechnology for several years.

Customized special medical prostheses—the cheaper ones cost tens of thousands, and the expensive ones still cost hundreds of thousands!

"Doesn't this still mean to make me wait for death?"

"There is no way - if the limb is infected, it can be amputated, but since you were infected from the face, it is impossible to chop off your head, right?"

Lear on the side was thoughtful - he heard a key word, DNA decay.

Lille thought for a while and said: "The DNA decay algorithm is your internal information?"

Martin suspected that he had heard wrongly. He looked at Lear with a surprised look on his face: "Do you know this algorithm?"

"Heard about some -- you know, I'm looking into biotechnology."

Martin thought for a moment and shook his head: "Impossible, you must have just heard of this name."

Leal smiled mysteriously, picked up the chalk from the ground, and began to excerpt one of the models given to him by Dr. Connors.

Martin was stunned--

If it is just a name, or even some applications of this algorithm, it is nothing.

But Lille directly took out the built model!

This means that Lear not only knows this algorithm, but can also apply it!

This is a bit scary.

Martin tensed up: "So which company are you from? Biotechnology? Moore Technology? I will not go back to Moore Technology."

"Relax, I really only know a little bit - citizen scientist, you know."

"Know something? Citizen scientist?" Martin's mouth twitched.

You are a citizen scientist, what am I? What is the R\u0026D department of Moore Technology?

".If you don't want to say it, forget it, but since you know this algorithm, you should understand what happened to him.

This is an undesirable state of decay, and no developer would expect such a result, unless they were out to commit mass murder.

If that were the case, a large number of people in Night City would have died by now. "

Lear touched his chin: "Maybe I can cure it - can you recommend some DNA experimental equipment from Moore Technology?"

"That's not cheap. Any DNA manipulation equipment is strictly controlled. What you can buy on the market are super castrated versions, and they are ridiculously expensive."

Lear thought for a while and then said: "Can what is used for pets be used on people?"

"..." Martin looked a little strange, but after hesitating, he still said, "Actually, it's theoretically possible.

Skilled - A skilled person can overwrite the software of a pet device and achieve a functional jailbreak.

Don't look at me like that, I can do it, but I won't do it - but if you still want to try it, I can help you find a channel and find some second-hand equipment for you to tinker with.

But maybe you don’t need my help? "

Lear said slowly: "It's still needed. I'm just a civilian scientist, sincerely."

"Then 700,000, fixed price."

Five minutes later, at the edge of the Mission Beach, Lille bowed sincerely:

"V, I have never asked anyone in my life--"

"Can you lend me another 700,000? Please."