Vol 8 Chapter 35: Until death separates us

I have always admired Phranan. There is no condescending meaning. As a player, there is always vanity when facing it, but a self-proclaimed player like me, like the people around me, passed through in a dazed manner. Life is exciting. If you treat a hundred years as a game, anyone can be a player.
But I have already realized that the world is a game, and others are still ignorant and ignorant.
Maybe I should save them? At first, this idea was just a small pulse current in the neural network, but it quickly burned like a flame, burning my heart, making me dumbfounded, making me at a loss, making me want to yell and want to be big Crying, anger at this moment, excitement at that moment, I don't feel like myself anymore, such an idea, I intuitively feel that it can change my life. I have lived for more than 20 years and have never felt this way. A strong sense of mission penetrated me like an arrow looking back from the future.
In fact, this idea has taken root in my mind early in the morning, but it has always been buried by me. Now it suddenly broke out of the ground like this, and it was like a magnetic storm that was released in the neural grid, which made me a little down. machine.
Maybe I should really save them.
When you realize that you are living in a game, what will happen to this game? Will the plot allow this kind of direction?
Think of the air wall of the Cyanbi Building and Jack's amnesia. Doesn't all this explain the intuitive and strong execution of the plot?
But I am not convinced. I'm not convinced at all. This broken game world is so linear and not open at all. Have you ever thought about the feelings of our players?
A fake game is like a scam, which makes people uncomfortable, but I must break the iron law of the plot.
"What are you thinking about? Look at the expression on your face, as if you are about to eat the steering wheel." Johnny asked dryly.
I drove a stone sword on the highway, and I just drove out of the city right now, and when I entered the bad soil, I speeded up.
In such a fast driving process, my mind didn't care about the road conditions at all.
Johnny reached out his hand to hold the steering wheel, "Tell me, what are you thinking?"
"Johnny, you know, we live in lies, the world is false."
"So what are you going to do?"
"I want to tell everyone the truth."
"The last person who chanted the truth on the street died. His name was Gary."
"But he is just a homeless tramp!"
"But the truth in his mouth is not as crazy as you are!" Johnny slammed the steering wheel, avoiding an oncoming pickup truck, "Look! How regular and rigid they drive? If we don't avoid it, absolutely. I crashed into it! What does this mean? It means that these drivers, these boring citizens, they are just some simple procedures, they are not human!"
"But they can be! Fuck me, Johnny, do you and I understand that this world is fake from the start?"
"The two of us are not the same, the two of us are the protagonists!"
"I don't think so, really, Johnny. I have been observing for so many days, and I have been looking for weaknesses in the plot. I think it's already a bit eye-catching. This time I just went to Panan. I want to verify these ideas. Johnny, although the world is false, it is very strict. The plot is not the ruler of everything, not the God who created the world, but more like a stupid manager. What we have to do is not to defeat the plot. What we have to do is to take it Turn it around and turn it into what we want."
"Do you know natural disasters?"
"how?"
"Remember not long ago, the leader of Adcado was robbed by a chaotic sword club. You and Panan rushed to the rescue, born to death."
"I remember, I also picked up a good gun." In the process of rescuing the leader of Adcado Sol, I got a powerful gun. It had a name and it was called Lida Brick Fei. I like a kinetic submachine gun with a very fast rate of fire.
"You sneaked into the camp together, rescued the people, and then ran away in the car. The hordes of nocturnal ghosts behind also drove after you, shooting in the wilderness. Do you remember the weather at the time? Before you set off, you could vaguely see sandstorms on the horizon. The signs are like the horizon being lifted up, the grayish-yellow smoke and dust rolling, when you get on the car, the front of the storm has passed, the wind is mixed with gravel, it is almost as if you can’t see your fingers, the world is dirty and dark, and the air is suffocating. The sand came in from the car door, from the car window, from any gap, and hit your body. It hurts like a small needle has been stabbed. Then you threw away the chasers and took shelter from the wind in the abandoned farm hut."
"Yes, the three of us were sweating, dusty, tired and dirty at the time. I went outside to plug in the power, Panan repaired the heater, and Sol found a few bad magazines and some food. We barely managed Stronger than a night."
"The storm that night kept blowing. You hide in a safe place, joking with your friends, and making some jokes with Panan. She is grateful for you, yes, but she is straight after all..."
"what do you want to say in the end?"
"I mean, in the face of Panan, who is born a straight daughter, you can't bend her. You can only avoid the storm when you encounter the bad land. Human nature and natural disasters are the same. You Knowing its existence, being tortured by it, traumatized and painful, you can try to avoid it, try to remedy it afterwards, but you can't stop it, and you can't make any substantial efforts. Can you make the sandstorm turn in one sentence? Can you trick Panan into bed in a few words? You can’t. The plot is such a thing, you perceive its existence, you are tortured by it, but you only have to avoid and obey."
"You are persuading me to give up."
"You can only decide if you don't give up. I just give you a vaccination, so that you don't get upset in the face of failure."
"It's not like you, Johnny."
"Why is it not like me?"
"Johnny Silver Hand, the legend of the Night City, a bold mercenary, you dare to blow up the Arasaka Tower. People have always regarded you as a pioneer and role model for resistance, the embodiment of the punk spirit. Your story is Many people sing that your desperation has made many people see the fragile side of the company and let people re-examine their value. You have completed all of this, and there will be a cocktail named after you in the nightclub in the next life. UU reading www.uukanshu.com deserves it. Big shot."
"Thank you for your praise, but now I'm just a dead man."
"Dead? You weren't as quiet as you are now. We pinched up as soon as we met. You wanted to kill me, and I couldn't wait to format you with one click. But in the end we were just like this, we were always together. My son, we will all explore the truth together, and experience any difficulties together. I don’t know how you judge me in your heart, but I regard you as a good comrade-in-arms."
Johnny put on his sunglasses, his face expressionless, I and he turned the steering wheel together, looking at the terrible world outside the car, no one spoke for a while.
"You are a silly girl. But you are not a bad person. I should have brought you many changes, but now it seems that you have changed me more. I have a question for you."
"...Say it."
"Fifty years ago, in the Mexican conflict, at that time I was a big soldier and joined the company's army in a silly way. Later I found out that it was a bad deal to fight back and forth, and the people would always be harmed, so I I ran away, was caught, and locked up in a room. I lay in bed every day, staring at the ceiling fan, my mind was like water. Looking back now, I still feel very boring and damp. , Very suffocating. I ask you, if one day we fight side by side on the battlefield, would you block the bullet for me?"
"Hey, I will."
"Thank you. Then we change our lives, do whatever you want, and I will stay with you to the end."
"Fuck Johnny, what are you talking about?"
"Don't be like a girl."
"It would be great if you were still alive. I really want to kiss you. That's it, rock boy, we've made an appointment. No one can leave the rest of the way."
"...Until death separates us."