Will Cyber ​​Omega fall in love with electronic pets?

2077 AD.

November [-]th, West Eighth District time, night.

A transaction is taking place in the basement of the storage card bar in the eighth district of Helix City on the west coast of North America.

The participants included the second in command of the Skull Gang, Berkeley Iron Arm, and a pair of uncles and nephews who were lucky enough to pick up "antiques".

The background board is a few wild women who were captured and tied up in the basement.

As for the protagonist, it is the "antique" that the lucky uncle "picked up".

A mechanical box shaped like a coffin.

"...Ice Silkworm Type IV smart freezer, the timer shows that it has not been opened for 50 years, that is to say, when the dead man lying inside entered it, it was 2027. It is an antique and should go to the garbage dump! Hello, this thing is for sale. Not much."

Berkeley Iron Arm said that a bright red shimmer appeared on the iris of his pair of electronic prosthetic eyes, in which the program was running, obviously scanning the mechanical box.

The data obtained by scanning can be queried as long as it is connected to the Internet.

In 2077, four years after the start of the Great War, this convenient and easy-to-use prosthetic body has become an indispensable tool in the lives of people on earth.

Prosthetics, artificial mechanical prosthetics.

It is more useful than the native software of human beings. It needs a brain-computer interface to realize the connection with the human body. It can turn people into clairvoyance and strongmen, and it can earn a chance for human beings in the war.

Berkeley Iron Arm has more than a pair of electronic prosthetic eyes installed on his body. The second in command of the skull gang is a bald male Beta who is shirtless and wears a sleeveless jacket. He has a very sturdy figure.

He stood in an awkward posture, moving his right hand intentionally or unintentionally, showing off his shiny silver prosthetic arm.

Little Jack, the nephew of lucky uncles, knew about this arm. Although he had never been to the memory card bar before, Berkeley Iron Arm was well-known in the neighborhood.

It is said that he once crushed the head of a Wilderer alive with this hand.Perhaps because they have heard such stories, the voices of the wilderness women in the background panel in the basement suddenly became weaker.

The prosthetic body and the prosthetic body cannot be generalized. Little Jack even uses the cheapest brain-computer interface, and even gets stuck in online classes, and the shiny silver arm in front of him may be beyond his reach in his life. high-end goods.

Berkeley Ironarm noticed Little Jack's gaze, and gave the young man a smile with sharp canine teeth.

"If there's anything I'm interested in in this box, these wilderness bitches can be added to you," he said to Little Jack's uncle. smell?"

"Hey," Little Jack's uncle didn't answer the question. He pointed his fat finger at the mechanical box on the cart and said, "Mr. Berkeley, this old antique is still working! Look, we haven't charged it since we got it." , and there is no wire plugged in at your place."

At the same time, he, who was connected to the Internet with Little Jack, sent a message.

The blue fluorescent small characters appear in the vision of young people through the conversion of the brain-computer interface.

【Uncle Hello: Don't look, we don't have the money to buy you a woman this time. 】

[Uncle Haro: If you can’t make up the cost of Beta’s surgery, good nephew, you’re really going to sell your organs. 】

Little Jack, who didn't want to buy a woman, shyly withdrew his sympathetic gaze.

Ignoring him, Berkeley Iron Arm knocked on the huge mechanical box.

"You want to say that there is a nuclear battery in this freezer? Almost 50 years... If it can last for so long, it should be a plutonium battery, which is indeed of some value."

Berkeley Ironarm said he was still scanning, but the nuclear battery installed inside the freezer could not be detected by a simple external scan.

It seems that it can only be opened by force. As for the frozen things inside, whether it is a human or a pig, it should become a piece of frozen meat after 50 years.

If it didn't turn into frozen meat, it would be nothing more than a shot to the Skull Gang.

Little Jack's uncle rubbed his hands together, expecting his answer.

At this time, a fluorescent blue message flashed across his vision.

【Jack: Uncle. 】

【Harrow: What's the matter? 】

【Jack: Uncle, is this box moving? 】

Ok?

Uncle Little Jack rubbed his hands together for a while, and turned his attention back to the mechanical box that had been confirmed to be the freezer.

Berkeley Iron Arm is in contact with his fellow hacker who has never been here. He does not have the authority to open the freezer. He is afraid of damaging the nuclear battery inside, so he can only ask someone to hack into the freezer to open it.

The focus of the pair of electronic prosthetic eyes did not fall on the freezer, and they did not notice that the freezer suddenly shook greatly.

Little Jack's uncle couldn't help shouting:

"Mr. Berkeley—"

Boom!

The lid of the freezer was kicked open from the inside.

The cold white mist dissipated, and a figure flashed out of it, turning over and sitting on the edge of the freezer.

When will this freezer be defrosted?When did the person inside wake up?How much does he or she know about his or her situation?

None of the people present had time to think about this, because the figure turned out of the freezer had already kicked Berkeley Iron Arm's waist.

Little Jack watched as a heavy automatic pistol flew out from Berkeley Iron Arm's waist, and was caught by a figure in the air who was stepping on the edge of the freezer, and snapped open the safety.

The fluttering snow-white short hair, in the basement, almost turned into a touch of white moonlight.

Little Jack's eyes widened, and he saw a pair of gloomy blue eyes under the white hair.

Berkeley Iron Arm roared, he reacted, raised his deformed right hand, and aimed at the unavoidable figure in mid-air.

That silver "iron arm" turned over to reveal a muzzle!The gossip that Little Jack heard only said that this "iron arm" had a strong grip, but never said that there was a gun hidden in it!

At this moment, he clearly didn't recognize the figure who jumped out of the freezer, but Little Jack was worried about him or her.

boom! !

Two overlapping gunshots.

The white-haired figure landed lightly, even if he was shot in the air, the 9mm bullet and the recoil of the heavy pistol did not affect him in any way.Berkeley Iron Arm showed an expression of disbelief, shook on the spot, and fell heavily.

Blood seeped from under him, and sirens blared throughout the bar, including this basement.

As the one who raised the alarm, the white-haired figure stooped to draw a saber from Berkeley Ironarm's corpse.

He looked up and looked at Little Jack's uncle who had knelt down on the spot, folded his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes, and Little Jack who was standing there dumbfounded.

From this angle, Little Jack could barely make out the face under the white hair.

He is a man of Asian descent. I don't know whether it is an Alpha transformation or a Beta transformation. Judging from his at least 50 years of living in the freezer, his face is too young and handsome, and he doesn't seem to be much older than Little Jack.

The eyes under the white hair are obviously also a pair of electronic prosthetic eyes, but if it is not for the shimmering light floating in them, it is almost as lifelike as the real eyeballs.

He was wearing a white bodysuit, which was indistinguishable from his pale complexion. He wore sky blue gloves on his hands, and the boots on his feet stretched out the muscles of his calves, revealing his thin limbs.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard for Little Jack to imagine that such a person could kill Berkeley Ironarm in a few seconds.

The white-haired youth raised his gun.

Little Jack woke up from his trance, finally understood the danger of this scene, and took a step back in fright.

With another extremely loud shot, the white-haired youth knocked down the surveillance camera in the basement.

He threw the saber in his hand to Little Jack's feet, and turned his head to signal the trembling women in the corner over there.

"Go and cut their ropes."

said a soft voice.

Little Jack stared at him for a moment, then realized something.

"First, sir, are you talking to me?"

The white-haired young man nodded, his eyes silently urged the young man in front of him.

Little Jack quickly picked up the saber on the ground, and ran towards the women in the corner tremblingly. At the same time, he heard the white-haired young man behind him asking his uncle one sentence at a time.

"This is where?"

"Who is this dead man?"

"Well, what year is it?"

"...Then, do you know me?"

In the last sentence, there was a daze in his words.

Little Jack's uncle carefully answered the first three questions, but when he heard the fourth question, his expression was even more bewildered than that of the white-haired youth.

You come out of a freezer that hasn't been opened in 50 years, how do I know who you are?

The elevator was hiccupping and moving down, and it was obvious that the people in the bar had gathered and were about to attack.

On one side of the elevator was the stairs, and there was the sound of footsteps.

The feeling of bewilderment on the white-haired youth subsided instantly.He turned and lifted a heavy lead box with a handle from the freezer, grabbed the lead box in one hand and held the gun in the other, and rushed to the stairs.

Soon there was gunfire from above.

Cutting the rope that bound the last woman, little Jack was thrown on the spot by his uncle.

The elevator door slid open at the same time, and three colorful gangsters rushed into the basement with pistols.

"He ran down the stairs!"

Little Jack’s uncle immediately shouted.

【Jack: Uncle? ! 】

[Uncle Hello: Don't talk! 】

The three gangsters had no doubts, turned around and rushed up the stairs.Uncle held on to Little Jack until the sound of gunshots outside was much weaker, then he let go.

【Uncle Hello: Hurry up!let's go! 】

The middle-aged Beta, already in his 50s, stooped and tiptoed up the stairs with a sensitive figure that didn't match his obese figure.

Little Jack nervously followed behind him, and several women who supported each other fell behind him.

They climbed up to the first floor of the bar and saw the lights on the dance floor spinning, the strong music was still playing, and the pungent "drug" smell did not dissipate. Earth's skull gang gangsters.

Inside and outside the bar, except for a few of them, there was no one left. The gunshots stopped and the sound of police cars was approaching.

A white shadow flashed past the bar door.

Not knowing what he was thinking, Little Jack chased after him.

Tonight, it is raining heavily in Helix City.

In the alley, the flaming red lips of the holographic projection glistened in the rain.Looking up, there are tall buildings in the distance, and the lights are inserted straight into the dark clouds, illuminating the endless stream of speeding cars.

A jet skid over their heads, disrupting the rain.

The shocked gaze of the white-haired young man withdrew from the flying car, the holographic advertisement around him changed with the music, and the flaming red lips turned into a charming girl with long pink hair and almost naked.

Drenched all over, he looked at her, and she blew a kiss at him.

"Where is this..."

Little Jack heard him asking the holographic ad, asking a question that clearly had an answer.

The tone of the white-haired youth sounded like a child who couldn't find his way home.

He appears to be crying, but the surgery to implant the electronic prosthetic eye removes the lacrimal gland.Or just the rain slid across his wet face, making him mutter to himself and ask:

"……who I am?"

The author has something to say:

The poor protagonist with amnesia at the beginning: Am I really time-traveling?

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Well, where is the little monster?

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