Vol 8 Chapter 6: Program error

Here comes Takemura, and this Japanese has been silent. I saw him standing quietly in the alley, looking around, so I deliberately circled and walked behind him.
"Yo, here it is."
He shivered quickly and slightly. "Why are you, how did you find me?"
"Oh, I can smell the smell on someone's body eight hundred miles away."
The smell here, I mean his down-and-out temperament. This negative attitude has weakened Takemura's willpower to a certain extent. He is like a rusty samurai sword, not as sharp as usual.
Takemura may take it seriously. He raised his arms and sniffed his armpits, then grabbed the collar and smelled the bottoming shirt. "It doesn't smell. Is it because my nose has adapted?"
"Okay, okay, no kidding, here, what do you guys give you." I put the canvas bag on the ground, "Defender, the classic kinetic light machine gun, all used to say yes, this is a big price for me. The cutting-edge goods, two sets of ammunition, are here."
"What exactly is my job?"
"What about you, go to their back door later and see some gang members who have escaped, so give him a few shuttles."
"It's that simple?"
"Isn't it? Hurry up and keep in touch throughout the whole process. Let's do that first."
With the clues at hand, I followed the vine. First, I found Cedric’s contact, Maciej Nakonecny, and after interrogating him, I got a scavenger stronghold nearby.
It's not that I call myself a postmodern Zorro, but I do intend to attack the scavengers at the risk of retaliation.
If there are too many lice, you are not afraid of itching. In the night city, you must deal with gangs. Normally, you don’t expect everyone to end up peacefully. People with this kind of thinking will either live less than half a month or have already I fell in a dark alley in the Night City.
There is one more thing I am always wary of.
I'm hacking into the subnet of this small group. When you are like a giant cannibal in cyberspace, you grab the thread that controls the electronic components and pull the prey into your arms a little bit-you are completely Understand that you have won the final victory.
This is beyond doubt.
Wandering in cyberspace often makes people immersed in an inhuman sense of existence, and here often breeds ideologies that are bad for the worldview.
I really understand that my own existence is the same as the existence of people around me, but a string of characters in the huge structure simulated by this data. Maybe someone has added comments to our consciousness code. These comments may make We are different from other codes that make up the world.
I launched an attack on this group of cut kidneys. First, I located all the personnel in the subnet, and then controlled a fully automatic machine gun that they arranged at the stronghold to start the slaughter.
They knew that their network was hacked, so what?
I myself was sitting in a vehicle outside this stronghold, controlling the cannon to aim and shooting, and uploading a magic doll to restart the enemy's artificial eyes. Let them turn into pieces in darkness, fear, flames and metal. They fled, and hit another light machine gun set up by Takemura.
This is what I want to say, when you can wipe out people around you like emptying the recycle bin, you can't help but have weird thoughts.
In this world, I realize its mistakes and its inherent contradictions.
There is a great possibility that it cannot control me. Perhaps I am a fallacy in this simulation program. Because of this, the program will block my way with things like air walls.
Let me put it this way.
If the control of the virtual world I'm in is strong enough, it can completely tamper with my thinking, will, and thoughts. It shouldn't make me realize that it is false.
It's that simple.
The "universe" I live in, this magnificent place, the source of all concepts, it is not really that perfect. Otherwise, it will not be anxious to restrict me with what I can perceive. It seems that there is a loophole in this grand program, or that its own existence is still attached to a larger existence.
Actually, it took me quite some time to think of this.
Because of the continuous busyness and pressure on my face, I had no time to reflect, but unexpectedly, when I carried out retaliatory attacks on the gang members, my mood was extremely calm and my thinking was very clear. I think I can be a philosopher. From now on, the T-BUG girl will no longer have to drag Aristotle, but will directly say "The great postmodern philosopher V once said--"
Hey, guess what? Beier has face!
When my thinking reached the level of a philosopher, my horizons were suddenly opened. I should take the initiative to find loopholes in this world.
As a witness, I can describe to every listener how desperate and painful I was when I was blocked by the invisible "wall" in front of the Cyan Bi Building.
A stupid person may allow this false world to impose all his destiny on him, but I won’t, I’m not convinced, I want to see who is the creator of this program, even if it exists. It's what I can't understand. It's the evil look that collapses my mind at a glance, but I just don't feel convinced.
Because I am a little bug pursuing truth in this false world.
ABUG
"Take Village, good job." Driving around to the back door, I saw the corpses on the ground, the rotten scavengers, the dead, and the people who were tricked into cutting implants and organs. The poor are no different.
"Really, an eye-opener, V, I mean your hacking skills."
"Well, thank you for the compliment, so what, there is one more thing I need your help. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"
Takemura's expression is still strained, but looking at his frown, I know he must be uncomfortable again, oh, poor stray dog, fragile self-esteem, "Please, Takemura, I don’t know what to look for except you. Who is it."
"Then tell me, I will do my best."
"Dexter Deshaun, you must have heard of this man. I will send you the details. I need you to help me find his body."
"Understood. Return the gun to you."
"Thank you, Takemura, you know you can be trusted, so let's go."
Jack called me and said, "V, sister, it's like this. I was at the Liz Bar, and I just talked to the girl named Judy. She said Evelyn is missing. Don't worry about it. I’ll get it done. I’m going to visit Genting first. Evelyn is Genting’s puppet, you know."
"All these trouble you Jack, I can't get out of here."
"It's a small matter, take care (in Spanish)." He hung up the phone.