Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 665 - 214: Water and Core_2

But Gloria couldn't think of any solution, so she had to take her leave.

"Thank you for your advice. If you ever consider joining Horizon Corporation, feel free to contact me anytime."

After saying this, she left Wild Wolf Bar.

What Gloria completely failed to notice was that, in an inconspicuous corner of the bar, a pair of eyes had been watching her entire interaction with Valerie.

[Test subject refused invitation, no unusual occurrences.]

[Received, continue monitoring]

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"Prometheus Laboratory... Brunan..."

The players quickly reported their discovery in the old network to Lucy, even capturing that cyber life form and bringing it back, which Lucy hadn't expected at all.

In her eyes, all AIs were villains, all needing to be captured and brutally reprogrammed for repentance, working for their company for ten thousand years to squeeze out every bit of remaining value.

Although they didn't obtain the so-called high-value data, those clock-in logs still earned the players a tiny amount of points. The real surprise was found on the cyber life form they captured alive.

After being thrown into the data recycling channel, the Prometheus Laboratory instance frame gained an additional 5% progress. The players who participated in this instance activity all received recycling points, which could be exchanged for Orokin, used to upgrade skills, or redeemed for Lucy's crafted advanced Demonic Puppet (a one-time item).

Of course, perhaps it wouldn't be long before new items appeared there, but that would be something created by another top hacker.

"Now, tell me, what do you know?"

In the cyberspace, Lucy curiously examined this AI (?) locked by the program.

"I've already told you everything I know. What more do you want from me?"

Brunan looked aggrieved; this group of bastards was inhuman, completely unreasonable, and had tortured him all the way with various excuses.

"Hey, you seem to be sick."

"You're so listless, is it heatstroke? Let me take a look!"

He felt like a guinea pig being manipulated.

Humiliation!

Anger!

"I'm not talking about those things."

Unlike the players, Lucy didn't care about questions like "How did AI originate?" or "What happened on the day the network collapsed?" She was interested in the company's data, the lost technologies, the things that could help Lin Miao.

The mere mention of those formulas made the players' heads spin. Seeing the experts' tormented, listless appearances, none dared to ask further. These things were best handed over to NPCs for a formal process—they didn't care how realistic the game's official sci-fi setting was.

You're not really going to build me a fusion reactor, are you?

"What I want to know are the projects your company once developed and where the technical information is stored."

"Why would I tell you? I can't possibly tell you anything."

Brunan remained defiant, at least for now, feeling he should maintain some composure.

Since they needed something from him, this was the only way to enhance his value and bargaining chip in the negotiation.

However, what he awaited wasn't a humbled Lucy, but a flickering hand of red lightning.

"Soga."

Hearing Brunan's words, Lucy blinked and smiled warmly.

"I guess I'm not very persuasive at all."

Upon finishing, she prepared to shatter and reorganize the guy's data.

"But soon, you should speak up without reservation."

Once I deliver this jab, you'll only be thinking about H.jpg

Lucy admitted she wasn't a good person; there was no one pure in Night City.

"Wait!"

Seeing that terrifyingly dangerous data, Brunan's defiance never lasted more than five seconds. Though he never left Prometheus Laboratory, he knew what that damned thing was.

"I think we can still talk."

Lucy's hand stopped less than 1CM in front of Brunan.

"Hmph... speak."

"Phew...."

Oh my

Oh my

Really, oh my

Has the outside world become this ruthless?

Anyone can casually wield Black Wall data as a weapon. No wonder this company uses a bunch of dimwits as cannon fodder to explore the old network.

Luckily, Brunan was currently a data entity, or he'd be sweating buckets, but he still pretended to be calm, conjuring a lab coat for himself.

"First of all, I'm a scientist with professional ethics. Even though the company collapsed, I can't just hand over the research results of my colleagues for nothing, or even if you control my consciousness, I guarantee you won't get accurate data."

AI can control human consciousness, and of course, they can control fellow AIs. Brunan knew this well.

But as data entities, they could modify their digital memories. Even a small numerical error could lead to completely different experimental results, wasting millions of investment.

Lucy was nonchalant.

"What do you want?"

"I know what you want—our company's technology, papers, AI experiment data. I can give you these, but!"

Brunan emphasized.

"All papers published outside must bear the original author's name. Whether you're a company or an individual, you cannot usurp our intellectual achievements. These things belong to whoever they should."

In his lifetime, he'd seen too much of it. His colleagues' inventions and research results, developed through tireless effort, were all labeled as company property, where they not only didn't receive a penny, but even the patent rights didn't belong to them.