Vol 8 Chapter 1: Redundant data in the simulated world

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　　 Here again...
　　 The dark rainy night, I seem to have come again to the dark rainy night that made me embarrassed.
　　 The rain made me tremble involuntarily, and the ambiguous city neon and wet house numbers were sending me invitations. The motel is tight-lipped, carrying the soul of America and the habitat of migratory birds.
　　 A black bulletproof migratory bird drove up at a distant corner of the street.
　　 I just watched it stop in front of the hotel.
　　 The red-haired man came out.
　　 I clearly saw Jack's body in the back seat.
　　 The migratory bird carried my good friend and slowly slipped into the depths of the dripping rain.
The wet soul of the city washes the dust in the rain, and the red-haired man is like a lone dog, standing alone in front of the hotel, his indecisive back figure is going towards, towards the steam wagging in front of the door in the rain, towards the misty and diffuse steam light.
　　 The red-haired man, I remember him.
　　 I clearly remember that he was standing under the Fool's Card, with Johnny Silverhand.
　　 At this time, someone patted me on the shoulder.
　　 Turned around, it was Johnny.
　　 "Where is this?"
"I do not know."
　　 "Don't you go in and have a look? Are you persuaded?"
　　 Why not? I understand what Johnny meant. Just as he understood me, he said, this is just a dream, so you don't need to be on guard.
　　 He just doesn't understand.
　　Perhaps when I experienced Johnny’s life, he also experienced my life, so we are in a certain sense.
　　 We are in a disgusting symbiosis state, asking me to say that Johnny is a parasite, and I don't want him to stay in my mind at all.
　　The Night City does not need Johnny Silverhand, he is an antique from fifty years ago. He and his rock music have already disappeared in the clouds with the explosion in 2023, with a bang, or, like him, has become a cyber ghost, just constantly looking for me like nothing The dignified body possessed.
　　For the time being, let him stay in my mind for the time being. After a while, when I remove the Relic chip, he can also say goodbye to the world
　　 So we walked into the familiar inferior rest night hotel.
　　 Let me think about it, came back to life after death, just like me, and the tight-lipped motel is my Jerusalem.
　　 So in the scene before me, I know roughly what will happen—oh please, I am a normal person, and I can completely guess the situation I am facing.
The world is a fake, it is a program. We are all living in an artificially simulated world, so one thing is certain is that this world must have been restarted-even children's toys will not be thrown away after playing once, not to mention A sophisticated simulation world.
　　 So, the red-haired man, is he also called V?
This idea is very reasonable. I can imagine what kind of thrilling story he has just experienced-escaped from the heavily guarded Cyanbi Mansion, escaped Adam Heavy Hammer's interception, and came all the way, he was already exhausted physically and mentally, good brother Jack Unfortunately, what's next? He must have been betrayed by Dexter and shot in the head...
I'm going to vomit.
　　 I am guilty of nausea from the bottom of my heart, from my throat, from my stomach, from my belly button, I can't wait to vomit my soul out-if I had this thing.
　　 So my life is actually reincarnation again and again, this is a solid fact, I should have guessed it the first time I had this dream.
　　 So everything that happens before you may be the redundant data left over from the previous simulation. Just like this, such a huge simulation program must also have a huge amount of data redundancy. I can fully understand that it must be exhausting for programmers to maintain such a program.
　　 So Johnny and I followed the red-haired man. The people in the hotel looked vague and distorted, like a bunch of party ghosts. They couldn't see me and Johnny. We were even more empty than them.
　　 So we arrived at the door of room 204.
　　 Unlike my caution, the red-haired man went straight up and knocked on the door.
　　 Ma Tsai opened the door and looked vigilantly at both ends of the corridor.
　　 Right now, Johnny and I are leaning on the wall of the corridor, each holding our arms and watching with cold eyes.
　　 The red-haired man entered the house.
　　 I can't help but sigh.
　　Johnny asked me, "So can you explain it to me?"
　　 "Explain what?"
"What the is going on, I have seen this scene in your memory, this hotel, this corridor, the cigarette butts on the ground, and this room. You have been here in person, but why change to this red-haired kid now? ?"
　　 "You are curious, you can guess as much as possible. If you guess well, I will applaud you."
　　 "This is not fun, girl, I think we have to be honest."
"Isn't it fun? You said to yourself, "We are all in the gods of Arasaka!" Why don't you think it's fun now? Give up Johnny, this world is fake, and you died once in this world People."
　　 "You don't understand, it's no use talking to you, you don't understand what miracle is."
　　 "Well, you understand, the omniscient and omnipotent Johnny God's Hand, can you tell you the pious lamb, how can I get you idiot out of my head?"
"Screw you."
　　嘭!
　　 There was gunshots in the 20th room.
　　 Johnny and I stopped talking. Each looked at the door.
　　 The door opened, and Ma Zai dragged the body of the red-haired man out.
　　God, his head is blooming, and blood keeps coming out of bullet holes.
　　 Johnny clutched his nose, obviously unable to smell, "To be honest, I am sick."
　　 "Aren't you used to seeing this kind of scene? Why do you still feel sick?"
　　 "I don't know, it's just that you watched a rabbit rush into the trap, and you can't do anything. Even if you have nothing to do with that rabbit, he is dead."
　　 "This stuff happens every day in Night City. You can find dead bodies in any dark alley."
　　 "Yes, human lives are the most worthless, but I hate betrayal."
　　 "Have you been betrayed by anyone? I thought the famous Johnny Silverhand always went smoothly."
　　 "..." Johnny took a cigarette, "In the night city, this kind of thing is always inevitable."
　　 "Yes, because this is the City of Night after all."
　　 The next moment, the scene in front of me suddenly blurred.
　　 Immediately, we came to the garbage dump, UU reading www.uukanshu. com is terrible here, I understand, because I have crawled out of it myself. Dexter asked Marzai to throw the body of the red-haired man into the trash can, and then was transported over by the dump, with a bang, and dumped on another pile of trash.
　　 I squatted on a tattered refrigerator and said to Johnny, "Actually, that red-haired dead man is me."
　　 "You mean..." Johnny lowered his voice and asked in a sneaky tone, "Are you a transgender?"
　　 "No, I mean, that man, it can be said to be another me. There is also a Relic chip in his head. Guess, who is the consciousness in the chip?"
　　 Johnny was silent for a while, then whispered, "Fuck me."
　　 Isn't it?
　　 A few days later, Dexter led Goro Takemura.
　　 The red-haired man came out of the trash and was dragged by the fat black man to Takemura. He was dying.
　　 Takemura shot Dexter in one shot—hey, I kind of like this guy, at least revenge for me, right?
　　 The red-haired man whispered: Help me
　　 Takemura gave him a slap.
　　Grass, I hate this guy again.
　　
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