My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 67 066: Access Intervention and Close Combat Training
John hung up the phone and sat at the bar with a wry smile.

He saw a titanium palm out of the corner of his eye.

[Item: Functional drink]

[Efficacy: Neuroprotection, Perception Increase]

Tinfoil pushed past the drink bottle.

She supported the table and turned her body to sit on it.

"Plato experimental subdermal armor, what's in the bounty order, where did you get it?"

"I did a odd job with the Damascus camp. I robbed a transport station owned by Tiezu Kumbu. It was very difficult. His unlucky brother almost beat me to death."

John picked up the drink and poured it into his mouth - the sweetness was very low, it was stimulant, and the aftertaste had a rusty taste.

"The sales of this thing are very poor."

"Imported goods."

Tinfoil surfs hard like other hackers and wears a hooded technical overalls with a raised metal access port on the back of his head, specially used for deep dives into the Internet.

She's a professional hacker, the best kind.

"You're a bit green, to be honest, John. You're pretty good among the newbies on the street, but you're still far from a legendary mercenary."

"What do you mean?"

John asked.

Tinfoil picked up the half-drunk bottle of drink.

She pointed the plastic bottle at John, shaking it slightly, and she could see the dark liquid stirring.

"You may die from theft, robbery, or even a car accident. An accident can kill you, such as in a bar..."

"Ah, Falk."

John interrupted with some embarrassment.

He knew what the tin foil was talking about - he had a fight with Hoffman at the Static Bar and was beaten badly.

"I didn't say anything, but you actually sent the video to Eden, and he asked me to come to the company to practice."

"You really should practice."

Tinfoil shrugged. "What if one day you encounter a cyberpsychopath or a violent psychopath while drinking, will you kneel down?"

"You underestimate me."

"What if you didn't strike first, but the other party attacked suddenly? For example, if you were robbed and shot you in the back without any prior warning or mental preparation, what is the probability that you would be killed?"

"I...who here is in trouble?"

"Eden will never die in an accident. If he dies, it can only be a premeditated and extremely costly assassination."

Tinfoil gave his boss an example.

"You still need a lot of experience and training before you can become a legend."

John had nothing to say.

"follow me."

Tinfoil did not continue chatting, got up and went to the ground, taking him to the fighting training room on the same floor.

This is an empty rectangular room.

Each surface is made up of rectangles of different sizes. As the two people take steps, the light strips and metal plates automatically open, and a console filled with wires lowers in the middle.

A projection appears next to it.

It has no face, wears tactical equipment, and uses a cold mechanical female voice to guide the equipment.

[Welcome, soldier, choose you...]

The tinfoil prosthetic eye flashed and took over the device instantly.

The projection disappeared.

She spoke again, her voice coming from the hidden speakers around her.

"Connect the data cable and walk you through it."

John hesitated.

[Mission target update]

[Connect to the training system of Haven Company. (unacommpolished)】

The mission progress popped up in front of him. After hesitating for a moment, he pulled out the data cable and plugged it into the terminal.

It felt like a normal visit to John.

The black light did not go berserk.

Nothing seems to happen.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Tinfoil say:

"Get ready, I will take you to enter your personal information first, and then adjust the exclusive parameters. Only after you connect to the prosthetic body can you use the training system normally..."

Tinfoil's words haven't finished yet.

The black light went berserk.

John's pupils dilated instantly.

He seemed to see a string of words flashing in front of him.

[Hacking detected... iris projection... secondary central nervous system connection... abnormality... information... subsystem information confirmation...]

John's muscles became stiff, followed by dizziness and severe intracranial pain.

The moment he fell down while supporting the workbench, he pulled out the data cable from the port, but still saw the text prompt at the last second.

【Safe Haven Training System. (Hackered)]

[The carrier is overheated and the operation is aborted. 】

"What are you doing!"

The tinfoil prosthetic eye flashes.

She directly pulled off her hoodie and took off her sweatshirt. Underneath the technical jacket was a military deep-diving suit.

It is used to protect the hacker's body so that the user will not be burned when performing deep network operations.

The robotic arm hangs down.

The tin foil remained standing and fell on the operating frame, the prosthetic eye kept flashing, and the data slot flashed yellow.

John felt hot all over.

The situation he was most worried about happened:

The black light will automatically destroy any smart product that comes into physical contact with it, but the burden generated in the process will be borne by the body.

Dizziness, fever, weakness, confusion.

Damn, that sucks!

The tin foil only went in for two minutes before it disconnected.

She looked at John with a complicated expression, and then the company doctor opened the door of the training room and barged in.

John began to feel confused.

He recalled the days when he was waiting to die in the garbage dump, and he felt someone moving his head in a trance.

"Do not……"

John weakly raised his hand and blocked the data cable, only to realize that he was lying on the bed in the lounge.

The medic stared at him.

"You gotta get tested, man. I gotta connect your biometrics to see how bad it is. You look like you're going to die at any moment."

John suddenly covered his mouth, his throat pumping hard.

"Hoo, ho, get out of the way!"

John pushed the medic away and ran towards the bathroom, the metal door closing behind him.

"vomit--"

He threw himself on the toilet and vomited.

John felt a little more comfortable, forced himself up and pressed flush, leaned against the door to listen, took out the special inhibitor and inserted it into the data slot.

Negative symptoms are fading rapidly.

When he regained consciousness and smelled the burnt smell, he immediately pulled out the burned chip and hid it on his body.

The mirror lights up with a circle of lights.

John saw the color return to his cheeks.

[Task progress update]

[Talk to Eden. (optional)]

[Talk to Tinfoil. (optional)]

"Fake, do you want me to die?"

John rinsed repeatedly with water.

He wiped away the remaining water stains and went out, finding two members of the Haven Company standing at the elevator entrance.

"Are you okay? Sit down for a while."

The medic crossed his arms and looked at him.

John didn't answer.

He sat calmly on the sofa.

The training room sliding door is not closed. Eden Waits was already on the scene - he and Tinfoil were standing next to the terminal in the training room talking, unable to read lips due to the restricted angle.

John closed his eyes and began to remember.

He had been fucked by black light several times, and he tried to learn some patterns in the process of suffering.

John was fine connecting to the terminal.

Back then, I read Thalia's aerial chip in the camp, accessed the repair system in the Denny Street garage, and accessed item information on the public website...

Black lights are quiet at these times.

He can activate it actively.

For example, debugging room door equipment, hacking into a system, and attacking independent ICE firewalls.

on the contrary.

There are situations where black light can get out of hand.

For example, inserting a behavioral chip and connecting it to the clinic system, and just now, Tinfoil said that he would debug it with himself...

debug?

Something suddenly flashed in John's mind.

After thinking about it, he came to a conclusion...the key word that triggers the black light rampage is "intervention"!
The behavioral chip controls its own actions.

The clinic system will force access to the prosthetic body data.

The same goes for Haven's training system, which uses iris projection, nerve conduction, and secondary central connection...

When the host began to access John's data and wanted to operate the prosthetic body for screen rendering... it triggered the black light's preset mechanism, then went berserk in reverse and ate the entire system!
"Phew, damn it!"

John took a long breath.

He figured out the mechanism of black light rampage, but it aroused the suspicion of senior hackers of Haven Company.

How to get through this hurdle?
"Let's talk, John, and Bonebreaker and you both get out and give us some privacy."

Eden waved people away, leaving only the tin foil.

"I don't like beating around the bush, let's be honest...Tinfoil suspected that the system had signs of hacking, but she scanned it twice and even did a deep dive, and couldn't find anything wrong. It seemed like it was just a flicker caused by a lack of power."

John sat silent.

Tinfoil leaned against the door and said, "I have ruled out other possibilities, leaving only the last guess. You have to do a cyberpsychosis test."

John stood up.

He very cooperatively took out the data cable, returned to the training room accompanied by Eden, and inserted it as instructed.

[Training system connecting...]

The progress bar in front of John jumped smoothly.

At this time, Black Light took control of the background.

He can even see the login and operation of Tinfoil, and all permissions are opened by default.

John wears an extrasensory player.

The device began rendering, followed by a flash of extremely intense white light.

Vision begins to blur.

The scene in front of John changed.

First it was pitch black, then it peeled off and the neon colors of the tall buildings covered it.

[Tinfoil: The scene rendering is normal. I will start to improve the realism of the environment and connect to the sensory system. 】

John heard the commotion.

He looked around and found that he was in an alleyway between buildings. The wet concrete floor was under his feet and scattered with loose and wet discarded papers.

The garbage dump stinks.

Behind the barbed wire fence are piles of debris, with cockroaches and rats running around inside.

Stormwater pipes extend around the perimeter of the building.

Clinging to the moss-covered walls, liquid continuously flows down inside the pipes and collects in the drainage well...

Heavy traffic.

Sirens buzz.

The float car's light pole is moving.

John raised his neck as the cold rain drifted in and pattered on the building.

Hydrophobic coat gets wet.

The raindrops were slightly sour and dripped into the clothes, making the shirt stick to the skin.

Fingers become moist.

Rain dripped down the metal arm onto the manhole cover.

"Fuck, so fucking true."

John looked around in disbelief.

"I've also played with super-sensory chips, but this player is too cool!"

[Tinfoil: Do you think wearing VR glasses to look at your eyes is the limit? The upper limit of super-sensory chips is extremely high, and this training equipment is a cutting-edge technological product. 】

"What do I do now?"

[Tinfoil: The test is already in progress. The scene simulation is full, which will stimulate your emotions and prosthetic body. Currently, your data is within the normal range. 】

[Eden: Load the BDU-17 into it. 】

The scene strobes.

【Loading behavior data units…】

Everything happened very briefly, as if the data world and the real world were separated.

The sound of footsteps came from outside the alley on a rainy night.

The light was blocked by people, and the shadows were long.

"Eden? How did you..."

John blurted out and looked at the guy in front of him:
Short hair, tall and strong, German-looking, with military implants in both arms.

His eyes were fierce as hell.

A dog tag with a vague number hung around his neck.

This guy looked 90% similar to Eden, but the details and the prosthetic model didn't match up. The bare feet were still flesh and blood, not turned into metal products.

[Eden: It is just a string of code. To be precise, it is a combat unit compiled through motion capture and massive calculations when I was young. It is a very good training partner. 】

[Mission target update]

[Fight with BDU-17. (unacommpolished)】

It has been raining for a while.

Eden stepped across the wet ground.

The stagnant water splashed and rattled.

In just one or two steps, he was already in front of him and punched the ground.

John felt a slight pain in his jaw, his consciousness began to blur, and he straightened up and fell down.

Scene recalculation.

[Tinfoil: What are you doing? John, it's too fast! Don't think of this as a game, the system can simulate real combat, don't let the implant sit idle. 】

Time seems to have flown backwards.

Data Eden walked in from outside the alley again, stared at him sharply, and then ran quickly!
John's concentration improved a lot.

He reluctantly followed a few moves and found that some of his implants were ahead of the opponent.

But as the distance gets closer, you can only be beaten down.

John was forced to panic, so he handed over his consciousness to his brain and let the chip move his muscles.

This move works wonders when fighting Hoffman.

It was indeed possible to suppress Eden at first, but within two rounds he was unable to hit the opponent.

John felt:
When his body moved in response to the chip, Eden was able to predict perfectly and block in advance, after a period of painful attempts.

John suddenly changed his tactics.

He dismantled the moves himself, punched Eden on the Adam's apple, and knocked the opponent down. At this time, he had been resurrected three or four times, and he still narrowly won despite being covered in bruises.

"How did you..."

John was full of questions.

[Eden: This is the difference between fighting and fighting. John, when you give your body to the chip, it can only reproduce the prepared actions. 】

[What if someone has the same chip as you? Or if I memorize this complete set of moves...will I be able to pin you to the ground and beat you? 】

[Whoever installs more chips will win? This is not how you calculate when you are desperate. You can rely on your life to get lucky once or twice, but if you encounter a ruthless character, you will die. 】

Everything disappeared before John's eyes.

White light penetrated the darkness and shone on his face, and the touch under his feet became hard again.

He reached out and took off the instrument and returned to the metal-wrapped close combat training room.

"No symptoms of cyberpsychosis."

Tinfoil made a judgment.

(End of this chapter)