My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 83 082: Black Ice

John is not a professional hacker.

He had only heard about the news and was unable to understand the real threat posed by AI being circulated in the mouths of Internet supervisors.

John was worried that Eden would give up his neutrality due to some kind of "high-ranking" pressure, and would acquiesce or even take the initiative to send him to the Internet Supervisor's floating vehicle.

Eden was surprisingly calm.

"Don't you know what shit the black wall looks like? Even if the rogue AI destroys Eden City tomorrow, I wouldn't be surprised."

The state trooper gave an obscure smile.

Eden is still going strong.

"The era of online surveillance has passed. If you suspect that citizens have been invaded by AI, you have to provide evidence. Where do you think you are sitting?"

"I'll take action in just a few words."

John woke up a little and saw a bullet mark on the state trooper's temple.

The side effects left him in a daze and reportedly disturbed VIP customers at gang clubs.

The black light overwrites the chip.

Sweat left two stains on his face.

Red data flow surged in his pupils.

Once people enter, they will either be silenced by those who come after them, or they will gradually become monsters like them.

But he is no fool.

The lights in the conference room began to flicker.

The state troopers didn't even look at it.

It shot into the basement at extremely fast speeds, drifted in the narrow space and stopped suddenly, ignoring passers-by as if they were nothing.

He stared blankly at the camera, but his prosthetic eyes were activated.

Keep falling into madness, waiting for death to come.

He activated the database and retrieved two videos to send to Tinfoil and Eden.

This shows that network surveillance had already targeted him at that time.

John remembered.

Whether it is network surveillance or the Secret Service, powerful organizations like to use information gaps to create pressure and control the units they want.

John deadpanned.

Eden knows the consequences of running out of control with the rogue AI.

"Are you drunk or have you taken too much?"

Alloy RCH makes a sudden braking sound.

He threatened lightly.

Eden and the state troopers were old people.

"Everyone is the same. Over the years, you are not the only one who has turned into a monster."

The light in the room returned to stability.

Eden sat down and put his hand back on the table, but no one saw the shot clearly.

Video window expansion:

boom!
A bullet hole appeared in the wall behind the state trooper.

That was the first time I did a mission with Haven.

"Just treat it as a current failure this time. It doesn't matter. Another light bulb will flash, or a hacker will be detected...it means you have already completed the handover with your colleagues before coming in."

The state trooper raised his hands and smiled wryly. "You actually signed the special operations team agreement."

The state police refused to have any communication or interaction with him.

He controls the circuits of the Haven corporate office building.

The camera starts to switch, and the field of view follows.

During John's fighting training, he underwent comprehensive testing. In addition to regular cyberpsychiatric diagnosis, it also included common cognitive processing, logical judgment, emotional fluctuations, and organ data monitoring.

John was a little restless.

Tinfoil didn't mind, forwarding the file to John, and he could see the Borago Club parking lot.

His prosthetic eye projects a yellow light in alternating light and dark, like the indicator light of a machine.

John staggered out of the car, walked through the corridor in a hurry, and walked into the elevator...

They know that everyone in this business is like this.

State troopers are also unafraid of threats.

Tinfoil took out the test report.

The state trooper looked calmly at the table in front of John, deliberately avoiding eye contact.

Eden frowned slightly.

He has a deep connection with the Special Forces and recognizes this as the standard "dissociative" state of cyberpsychosis.

Not all lunatics are hysterical.

Before they collapse, they often appear in a trance, are unusually calm in the face of stimulation, and have uncontrollable opening and closing of their prosthetic bodies.

There is a timestamp in the lower right corner of the video.

Eden and Tinfoil look at each other - Haven's testing of John, and the suspected equipment malfunction, all take place after this video.

But John was normal at the time.

Note that the test results may not be accurate.

"This later video was taken more recently, just a few days before we approved the arrest warrant."

The state trooper motioned for them to finish watching.

Or the camera inside the elevator at Denny Street Apartments.

This area has been controlled by network surveillance, and John has been closely followed.

Elevator camera footage:
John fell to his knees in front of the control panel, sweating profusely, his whole body weak, with convulsions and tremors, dragging his body that was about to collapse through the corridor.

That was when he escaped from Angelica's room...

Eden and Tinfoil frowned.

As professionals who often deal with crazy people, they almost confirmed that this is cyberpsychosis.

Why does everything work fine during depth rendering?
State police concluded:

The rogue AI helped John in some way.

John made no excuses.

He would rather give his secrets to Haven Company and let the special operations team kill him than be led by network surveillance for experiments.

Eden thinks:
This can only infer that John has cyberpsychosis, but it cannot prove that he is related to the rogue AI.

"You want to cover up to this extent?"

The state police realized that Haven Company was trying to get the Office of the Internet Regulator to spit out more information.

"What motivated you to order the arrest?"

"It entrusted an intermediary to investigate the escort accident of Tiebang Logistics. That accident was related to AI."

"Fuck that tie clip."

John clenched his fists. "That was the last job I did for the company. It ruined my work and life. The HR department kicked me in the hospital. Now I want to go back and check what the problem is, but this doesn't work?"

"What's the relationship between you and serum?"

the state trooper asked rhetorically.

The name silenced the scene.

Tinfoil also became alert.

John didn't know if the network supervisor could find out the specific situation, but he still didn't reveal Gino's name. He only said that he was assigned to rescue the baseball bat.

The information related to the serum and Pandora was released by Haven Company.

The tin foil also confirmed this.

"John was not interested in the information and did not ask for specific results. The information was sold directly to Eden without even looking at it."

The state trooper looked around and said calmly.

"It seems that you all know the serum, so it will be much easier to explain. For the transportation order from Tiebang Logistics, the customer's signee is Pacifica Connor, which is the name of the hacker serum."

John and Tinfoil looked at each other, both seeing shock and confusion in each other's eyes.

State troopers continued to provide intelligence and pieced together what happened to John during this time.

Serum is a super hacker and an absolute genius.

Facing the rogue AI that could wipe out the company's technical department, she was even able to resist and capture it on her own.

It took the state police half a year after she disappeared to find out the true identity of the other party, and they even suspected that she deliberately left clues.

But it's useless now.

Neither the network supervisor nor Plato Company found anyone.

Until a month ago:
In the process of monitoring the black wall, the network monitor discovered an obviously abnormal data fortress. After breaking it, it was discovered that someone had connected to the Eden City network through multiple sets of secret line jumps.

Two hours later.

The Eden City border wall crosses the line fifteen kilometers away.

Tiebang Logistics' transportation fleet was robbed. The scene was extremely tragic, with more than double digits of casualties. The accident report showed that the goods were missing.

Tiebang Logistics did not provide an explanation.

The PR department even suppressed the news.

The state police used their own methods to find out that the signer of this order was the hacker serum.

A week later. A fire broke out in an underground black clinic in an industrial area.

A few more days passed.

Someone searched for a serial number on the Internet that was related to the circulating AI Blacklight, and was captured by a crawler, and the data was reported to the Network Supervision Office.

That's when the state troopers noticed John.

The network supervisor only listed him as a suspect at the time, until he entrusted an intermediary to access the Tiebang Logistics database to retrieve accident information related to the serum.

The state police felt that John was the key to all problems, and even suspected that he was the carrier of circulating AI.

According to the Eden City Special Management Act:
The state police had the authority to authorize arrests, and by the end, everyone was sitting in the Haven offices.

"The network supervisor has blocked the Denny Street apartment, but I can't hack into his room. Can you give a reasonable explanation?"

"If you can't hack, it's because your skills are too poor. Do you think you are the best hacker?"

John now had no fear of offending anyone.

The state trooper thought seriously for a moment.

"Good question, I'm not sure, but almost all the people with the same level as me are dead. No matter who you know among the remaining ones, they will be arrested by the Secret Service."

After the state trooper finished speaking, he raised his hand and lowered it slightly.

"While we were talking, the network inspector was searching your residence. If they find anything related to the black wall, the mayor may not be able to protect you even if he comes today."

John suddenly froze.

He seemed to understand why the mission required him to control the captain to self-destruct under those circumstances.

Judging from the time, we have arrived just now.

But it’s useless…

The room system and both cars were black light painted.

As long as there is a legal arrest warrant for online surveillance, the Black Money Gang cannot confront a law enforcement agency head-on.

Blacklight's secret may not be kept.

Until now, John, the person who had the most contact with it, had never understood its nature.

After hearing the information just now, he couldn't help but guess - is the mission controlled by the wandering AI?

His silence was noticed by the state troopers.

This conversation seemed to be over.

The state troopers got the call at this point, and Eden was watching, looking for anything they could find.

But network monitoring found nothing.

The room was empty.

The workroom host and room system were all tested, and there were no abnormalities. The hacking test was repeated, and the result was successful.

The state trooper couldn't help but look up.

This was the first time he looked at John.

The decisive evidence is gone.

But everyone knows that John has a secret, and whether he stays or goes now depends on Eden's attitude.

The owner of the Haven Company was silent for a moment, and finally looked at the state police officer and said.

"Give me a simple solution, otherwise if he dies or disappears after a while, the Internet Supervision Office will be blamed. We have frequent business contacts, so don't cause trouble for future business."

The state trooper understood what Eden meant.

He took out a small device from his shirt pocket and then explained to everyone:

This is portable black ice, a way for hackers in cyberspace to attack each other.

Mainly divided into two types:

The first is [Black Ice Against Humanity], which will directly attack the hacker's body and burn out the hacker's brain.

The other type is this counter-program black ice.

It can counter-calculate and create logic loops, and is widely used in the confrontational actions of circulating AI.

I'm not sure about the tinfoil either.

This technology is commonly used on the Internet, and this was the first time she saw a physical version.

"Its designer is the legendary hacker who destroyed the old network. The network supervisor has upgraded the technology."

The state trooper pulled out a data cable.

"If you are controlled by the rogue AI, it will kill you directly. Connecting to the data slot will prove your innocence, and the Eden City Network Supervision Office will also remove you from the list."

"you sure……"

Eden turned slightly to reveal the handle of the gun. "Does this thing have the same function as you said?"

This is a naked threat.

If the state police just wanted to kill John on the spot and deliberately set a trap, Haven Company would handle the funeral affairs for the non-staff employee and fight the network supervisor to the end.

"I promise, please."

The state trooper calmly extended his hand.

[Task progress update]

[Access to the Black Ice program. (unacommpolished)】

John was suddenly startled.

He didn't expect that the mission was still going on. So what happened if the evidence at home could not be found just now?
If there is really a rogue AI causing trouble...

Why do you need to connect yourself to the network monitoring equipment? Is Blacklight so powerful that even the network monitoring equipment doesn’t take it seriously?
John knew he had no choice.

He took the small metal box and connected the data cable to the slot on his neck.

"Whoo~"

John closed his eyes and waited for death.

【loading……】

【Anti-Program BLACK ICE(demon)】

[Response failure, emergency plan two...]

Black Light went berserk as expected.

John could feel it—something brushing against his implant, like a storm on a synapse.

But the expected severe pain and program overwrite did not appear.

John didn't even feel anything.

He stretched out his hands to watch again and again, activated his prosthetic eyes, scanned the ballistic co-processing program in his palms, and saw clearly the scratches on the matte metal gaskets.

"and then?"

John looked at the state trooper, confused.

Tinfoil crossed his arms and laughed:
"Prove that network administrators are idiots and you have no other problems except cyberpsychosis."

The state trooper retrieved the equipment and checked to make sure it was operating normally, then suddenly burst into unexplained laughter.

"We are finished, the blade is already hanging high."

He turned and stared at John.

"Young man, I'll give you a piece of advice. Don't be brainwashed by the rumors on the street. You think that a personal hero can fight against a running behemoth. Today, network surveillance can hunt you down. Tomorrow, the company can send agents to assassinate you."

"Fake Squid."

John cursed, only hating that he was too weak now.

The state trooper never called John by his name from the moment they met him, but used "it" as a pronoun, as if he was some kind of dangerous object.

"Don't think I'm wordy or weird. After all, I was born on the street. I drowned in water, so I can move ashore quickly enough and climb higher than others."

The state trooper stood up and buckled his shirt.

"Don't blame me for being rude. Now that your suspicion has been cleared, I still don't know your identity."

John heard between the lines.

He said deliberately sarcastically. "If the Internet monitor can't find the name, why can't he still understand human speech?"

The state trooper smiled meaningfully.

"Go find the tie clip. What he found is very interesting. Be careful that he finds a seller and resells it."

He turned around.

"Best greetings, Lieutenant Colonel."

The state police left the company, and the network surveillance and ECPD retreated as quickly as possible.

Tinfoil to check the corporate firewall.

Eden said to John.

"Let's talk when it's over."

John nodded and was pushed into the operating room.

The shadowless light comes on.

In the clean and tidy room, the attending doctor and the team of assistants who were transferred were busy.

He felt a data cable being inserted into his neck.

Life support equipment begins to operate.

John's consciousness, which had begun to drift, suddenly became clear.

But no words appeared in front of me, and the expected black light rampage did not happen.

The surgical system wandered through his biological information and monitored every fluctuation.

The world is eerily quiet.

Is the network monitoring equipment really ineffective?
(End of this chapter)