Vol 8 Chapter 22: The dog jumps over the wall in a hurry, V has to demolish the house

One cannot always think about things in bed.
But I am a patient now.
Optimist, pessimist, me. I really don't know whether I should be optimistic or pessimistic.
Think of Evelyn again. The blue-haired Evelyn, whose image is in my memory, gradually fits with the plastic models in the mall. The profession of puppets is the ultimate alienation of people by capital. Humans become machines, this is the tone of the cyber era, but it is completely sad that humans become tools. There are so many weird things in Night City, and some people always mistake evil as commonplace.
What happened in Night City can be roughly attributed to two types, one is related to money, and the other is related to power. The rest of love, art, tragic songs and dreams are all pressed under the body by these two things and become their puppets. This is not interesting, this is our life.
Why am I running around?
I'm used to being a tool man of capital, I don't want to be a tool man of the plot anymore. Evelyn’s tragedy is what I saw with my own eyes. A good person who was first burned to the head by hackers of the Voodoo Gang, and when half alive was used as a toy by the club manager. After getting tired of playing, he sold it to the black market. The body doctor, the useful implants on his body were stripped clean, and he was captured by the scavengers who had cut the kidneys to take a black super dream.
It's very simple to let a person die. A shot on the head, bang, the brain is broken, and naturally he will die.
It is also very simple to bring a person to life. Arasaka’s eli chip stores consciousness and uses biochips to overwrite consciousness data into brain tissue. That's how Johnny lives in my head.
Life and death is a joke. When Johnny came back to life, he didn’t even realize that he had died. Death was not that terrible. For people, since they were unaware of the world after death, they would never know the fact that he was dead. It is equivalent to stopping thinking forever at the moment of thinking, and this moment is longer than the time itself. The pale shadow of death is pulled into thin slices of nothingness in the eternal moment, and goes with the wind.
The rich have the power to live forever, 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 begins again. .
The art of Night City cannot be effective on the dead, nor can it be effective on the rich. It kills the poor, the good, and the honest. It can make people fall endlessly, miserable and painful, so that the pain of the last second becomes tolerable in the next second, and there will always be a more miserable ending waiting in the future.
I basically saw my future.
"Panan."
"what's happenin?"
"I want to understand one thing."
"Then talk about it."
"The tragedies in our lives are often not caused by ourselves. To be stable in such a society, the difficulty is like walking a tightrope. We are all ordinary people, not superhumans, and we lose every step of the way if we make mistakes. Make no mistakes. The rich have countless opportunities to come back. For us, a failure means all the efforts of the first half of life are in vain."
"You're right, this world is so fucking."
"Someone called me just now and said that Evelyn was dead. She is a hard-working woman. Because she was caught by Arasaka Yoshinobu, people from the voodoo gang found her and forced her to steal the chip. In order to survive, In order to stand up, she wanted to trade directly with us and sell the chips. She rode a balance bike among the three forces of Voodoo Gang, Arasaka Company, and the middleman of Night City. She was left off the cliff. Just now, she committed suicide. This is the fate of our little people. This is the plot!
"The story is still not the most fundamental thing! The most fundamental thing is the setting of the story background! In a place like Night City, the story will definitely not make me feel better. If you want to tamper with the story, I can only Before I killed me, I lifted the table! Fuck! Panan! Listen to me! You have to help me, and we will change the night city together! Hang all the unkind dog on the street lamp to harm the civilians. The were killed in the stinking ditch! Fuck! Panan! Would you like to do it with me? I will help you make Adekado bigger and stronger, unify the evil land, and rush into the night city , First cut down the mayor candidates for a few dog days, and the old lady will be the mayor herself! I will issue a decree that the Adekado tribe will obtain full citizenship rights, and you also have the power of autonomy, Arasaka Company, Yeshi Company , Military science and technology, fuck, let's grab it! Occupy the factory and the warehouse! You will be yours for as much as you can get!"
"Fuck you, you are crazy!" Panan and Johnny said in unison.
"I'm not crazy. The world is crazy! Kind people should unite. Under such a banner, we will wipe out the cannibalistic capital of Night City. This city should let everyone survive, not a few. Occupy the best manor, enjoy the best food, most people can barely make ends meet, beggars on the streets, wanderers in the badlands, under the overpass, by the railroad tracks, from Haywood to Taiping, from the city center Going to the Badlands, every suffering person we see should not have lived this kind of life. I said, fuck, why can the rich live on technology for more than a hundred years, and the poor’s life One day can’t go on. They greedily absorb the nutrition of the society to grow themselves, do nothing to produce but master the most resources, UU reading www.uukanshu.com I have received hundreds of commissions in the city of night, rich people kill people You only need to pay compensation to get rid of punishment, and even the power of resistance to the poor will be taken away by dog ​​slivers! I have never been accustomed to them. Since they want us to die, then we will kill them first, Panan, and me. Go ahead!"
When I was talking long and talking, when I jumped off the bed and waved Fang Qiu, my eyesight came back little by little. I saw the light again, and I saw Panan’s shocked and excited face. Outside the tent where I was resting, more and more people from Adekadu gathered together. There were men and women in sloppy clothes and drinking. Half-cold beer soda, or simply hold a multi-function wrench. They are willing to listen to what I say, as if they have been waiting for someone to say it.
Johnny stood dodging in the crowd. He must be suffocated now. He must want to scold me for my stupidity, my stubbornness, and denounce my naivety, but I am not afraid of these anymore, and come to someone who knows nothing. Say, if death can't frighten me, then what else can threaten me to give up the fight!
If the plot wants me to die, then change the plot.
The oppressor wants me to die, then I will kill the oppressor.
I don't believe it. On a stage where the background of the story changes drastically, can something like a plot have such a strong interference to hinder my actions?
I am a player. What the world has become is not the people who write the scripts, but I am the ones who have the final say!
"That's too right, I don't know what to say, anyway, no matter what Sol thinks, I will definitely support you."
The people of Adcado cheered and applauded and gave me a wonderful speech.
Johnny lay helplessly on the camp bed with a pained expression on his face.
I said: "Wake up, Wu Shi, let's burn the night city to ashes!"