Cyberpunk 2077:Trauma team continuation

Oymyakon.- How cold! And damn it,

I had to get into the year when the winter was the coldest in the last five or even ten years. - I swear and turn on the heating system

built into the modern version of the fur coat to the maximum.We got to the special hibernation research center without

much adventure. The adventure began upon arrival.At first, local specialists exhausted all my nerves, demanding a

medical card and other information about the patient. I had to, almost threatening with a weapon

, force them to shut up and do their job without asking unnecessary questions. It is felt

that the staff of the research center is unaccustomed to control from the center and has little

experience working with individuals.In general, the history of this center is quite peculiar.

It was created back in the 60-70s of the last century. Even then, many people in power began

to look for ways to prolong their lives. But medicine was then underdeveloped

as it is now, and cyber implants were only at the level of drawings and

theory. Therefore, many aging leaders of the USSR decided that the way out would be

to freeze until the time when science would become sufficiently developed to

achieve immortality, or something approximate.A lot of money and effort were invested here. But there was a very long way to go

, and those who planned to use the work of the center

died much earlier than the really working methods

of hibernation appeared. Here one could expect that the center would be closed, but the new leaders were

not fools at all. Yes, cyber implants and modern medicine allow a

person to live long enough, but they are not omnipotent. New hard-to-treat

diseases and unexpected problems like cyberpsychosis have appeared. Plus, we must not forget that after all, the

human body has its own breaking point. But these are current problems, in the future

they may cease to be them, since science and progress do not stand still. You need to live to

see it, well, or just be well preserved so that you can be resurrected and

all health problems solved.Therefore, the center was not closed, but continued to give money and

resources, albeit in slightly smaller amounts. Such not burdensome insurance

just in case.The research center continued to work and develop.

They began to provide special medical services. Someone was helped to get out of hibernation, and others, on the contrary,

to go into it and stronger. What a crazy mix.Returning to the headache of local specialists.When they saw in what condition the client was, and what

exactly he was in, such a wave of curses poured down on us that even my instructors

at Fort Grim would begin to turn pale. According to them, everything was done so crudely and

unprofessionally that it would be better to stuff it into an ordinary freezer. Well, as it were,

so Bartmoss did. It was we who moved him to a more modern cryo container.

And Manfredi and Johnson did everything they could in conditions of time pressure and secrecy.Another headache was the need to preserve Bartmoss's

anonymity. I didn't really trust the doctors who were busy recovering him. Someone

would want to talk about such an unusual client. Kowalski constantly monitored the

doctors' actions, and the others, with the help of threats and partly weapons, helped the

doctors not to talk too much and not to ask unnecessary questions.A week passed in such a paranoid mode of mutual destruction of

nerves. Soviet doctors showed that they were professionals in their

field for a reason. In just seven days, they were able to restore Bartmoss's health

almost quite well. They even wanted to replace his implants with more modern options.

But this was, to put it mildly, not the best option. Bartmoss was a genius of non-runners,

and he could give us such problems that it would be better to put a bullet in our forehead right away.It took a few more days until he began to recover

. From that moment on, at least one of us

was always by his side, preventing unnecessary contact between the doctors and the patient. The doctors

tried to protest, but the money and the open holster were good at shutting their mouths. The

hospital room became a practical prison cell.The day came when Reich was well enough for

a long conversation.Entering the ward, I saw a middle-aged man shaved bald and pale as a

freshly raised corpse.- Hmm, now you don't look like the one who staged the digital

apocalypse. - I sit down on the chair next to his bed."Who are you? Where am I?...- he began to bombard me

with questions.-Be quiet. There is no need to rush. We have enough time. I

raise my hand and stop him.-Ok. But first, the answer is: do you work for the corpo? Arsaka?

Militech? SovOil? He asks, his

fists clenching as if he's about to hear something very shitty."Yes, I work for Corpo. But not for one of the ones you

mentioned." I smile at him and light a cigarette. –Going?"I think for someone who has frozen himself to the point of

ice cream, smoking is not the best way to calm his nerves. Even if you don't work for big

shots, you're still a corporator. And now I'm probably your prisoner and you want to eviscerate me

in order to get all the information you need? I wonder who betrayed me." He shakes his head and sighs."As you wish. You're right about something. You're practically my

prisoner, and I wouldn't mind getting access to your knowledge. But I won't

gut you. I'd rather make you my ally." I shake the ashes into

a portable ashtray."yes, but I'm still your prisoner. And you, by the way,

still didn't introduce yourself." Bartmoss frowns.-Oops. My mistake. My name is Markus Berkut. I work for Trauma Team. He laughed after my words

.-Ha ha ha. God! I was annoyed by nurses with guns. Ha ha ha.

Run away from the fucking Arasaka and Militech to be caught by you." He leans back on the

bed and continues to laugh.-Hmm. I don't advise you to call us that, you may miss your

teeth. Trauma Team is not the small company that you probably remember from

2020.-Marcus. I know who you are. More precisely, I know a lot of what

happened to the world after my "death". At least by 2050 for sure. Then I started having

problems with the network, but I could at least know what was happening

in the real world. Although time feels completely different there.-Not bad. You don't have to sit next to you for ages and

reread an encyclopedia and an archive of newspaper articles. As for your question about who

exactly betrayed you, I can give you an answer. Your friends are on the other side of the barrier." He jumps up abruptly after my words.- What other friends? - he asks and begins to turn his head.

"Don't fool around, Bartmoss. AI, Bartmoss. You fell

into my hands thanks to the help of the AI. Or rather, the people associated with them." I look him

straight in the eye."And you're full of surprises.

What did you do to help you?" Bartmoss asks with surprise on his face."You'll ask them yourself. I didn't

expect such a 'gift' from them, though. You made me go through some shit, and I think it's

not over.- Beware of the Danaans, who bring gifts. - I nod my head to him."You can't say it better. In fact, I've drawn a

huge target on my back. And I don't really like it, so before giving you

a certain 'freedom', I'll set some precautions." I get up and

go to a small container, from which I take out a special syringe.- Do you want to keep me in a narcotic fog? Well, you're a freak. -

Bartmoss is angry.-No. There's a special implant inside that will kill you if

I give a special command or if I die. Give me your hand

to Bartmoss." I sit down next to him and stretch out my hand."Hmm, are the words about wanting to make me an ally

?" He mutters dejectedly and gives his hand.- No, Bartmoss. I'm just risking too much and I understand too

well what you can do. Now relax. It's going to be quick. - Once

I've found the right place, I insert the implant.- Uhh, it fucking hurts. - Bartmoss swears.-Just in case. I don't even recommend trying to crack it. Everything

except a regular scan can cause detonation. An attempt to physically remove it will also

cause detonation. And one explosion won't do: at first, such a poison

will go through your veins that it seems to you that acid mixed with

antifreeze is going through your veins. I put away the syringe and take out a new cigarette."You usually know about possible complications or side effects on the

patient before, not after. Well, that's it, I'm your prisoner now. What awaits me? Orders to

hack someone's brains or steal some database? What do you want, my lord?"

Bartmoss

asks sarcastically, acrid as acid.- None of this yet. You still need to recover. You will be granted access

to the network in the next couple of days. Of course, my netrunner will accompany

you there, but he will only be there for your safety and

secrecy. As soon as you get access, it is better to contact the AI first and

only then start looking for your invisible Murphy. - I finish my cigarette and

get up.-A what? From where? How? Bartmoss

asks with confusion on his face.- From somewhere. From your artificial friends, who

now apparently are mine too. - I sigh and plan to give a light facial massage with

my fists to Mr. Blue-Eye."Now, for some reason, I have fewer doubts that I

can become your ally. But first, access to the network! I want to find her." He

tries to get up, but I stop him abruptly.-Slow down. All your netrunner

implants have been removed and new ones are still installed. There is no need to rush. And I think our mutual

friends will help you." Under my pressure, he gives up and goes back to bed.-Ha. Mutual friends. A corporator who works together with AI.

If I hadn't seen it myself, I would never have believed it. Are you sure you work for the Trauma Team, and not for the Network Watch?-No. I'm too conservative. I prefer physical

contact. Now I need to call Yerinobu."Yerinobu? Arasaka's heir?" What for? You seemed to want to

make your ally out of me.-Yes. The same heir. And you don't need to

remind me of my own desire so often. And the reason is simple. He is my friend, who I think will not

mind hearing interesting news about the legendary Reich Bartmoss. I will not be

surprised that upon arrival he will arrange a drunken meeting. - I start typing a message

to Yerinobu and go towards the exit from the hospital room."I'm tired of being surprised. First, a return to the real world. And

now a corpo who is friends with the AI and Arasaka's heir. For some reason

, I wanted to return to the network, it's calmer there." Bartmoss mutters tiredly."What about Spider Murphy?" M? I look at

him with a snide smile.-Oh. Stop mocking the patient. I need peace." Bartmoss

groans and waves his hand.Chuckling, I go to the VIP

meeting room shielded from surveillance and call Yerinobu."You won't believe Yerinobu! It seems that the world will soon become a little

more cheerful!Meanwhile, in Night City, a blue-eyed man poured a

glass of whiskey and saluted the rising sun."Welcome back, Mr. Bartmoss. We missed you very much." Leaning

back in his chair, he checks his communicator and rereads a special encrypted

message from the USSR, thanks to which he was in a

great mood today.Several different voices sounded in his head.- Still, the bet on the Archangel did not fail.- Perhaps now we have a chance to atone for many sins of the

past.- Fix everything for the sake of the future.