Cyberpunk:Robotic Reverie

A few days passed, and Paul Parker spent time in the library, finally managing to find some useful fragments among the countless pieces of information. The system icon had been lying there quietly, without causing any trouble. The office was calm as well, with Charlie reading newspapers and drinking tea in the office every day, having entered the rhythm of retirement. The threat from the Frontal Lobe Gang was like a stone thrown into the sea, without even a ripple.

On this day, Paul was preparing to go to the library to continue reading a document on world travel that he had found yesterday.

As soon as he walked through the door, someone grabbed his neck in an overly intimate gesture.

"Paul, what's wrong with you? I haven't seen you in many days. If you continue like this, you won't be able to pass the class today." The blond handsome boy, Graham, exerted a little force with his hands, ignoring Paul's attempt to pry his right hand open.

"I've been feeling unwell in my lungs lately, so I came to the library to find a solution." Paul gave up wrestling with Graham and was dragged away, stumbling.

"Really? Then let's go to the robot doctor. I heard that a batch of lungs just arrived."

"Ah, I suddenly feel so comfortable breathing, and my chest doesn't hurt at all."

"Then let's hurry up and go to class. This is Professor Young's class, and you'll be scolded if you're late."

Paul was naturally unwilling to do this. He had just found the document yesterday that had some hints of time travel. Perhaps it contained clues on how to get back.

It seems that this is the only trick I can use.

"Actually, I'm not Paul."

"Okay, hurry up." Graham held him up with an "I knew it" expression.

"Okay, okay, let go, I can walk by myself!"

Well, I am a little tired from the high-intensity work for so many days, so I will just take a break, Paul comforted himself.

The sight of Graham and a black-haired boy arm in arm attracted the attention of the women around them.

"Graham finally."

"No wonder he never looks at me."

In the crowd, a man and woman of Asian appearance were whispering,

"Brother, have you seen this black-haired one?"

"No, it's a new face, I've never seen it before."

When the two arrived, less than half of the seats in the huge classroom were occupied. They randomly found two seats and sat down.

There was still some time before class started, so the two started chatting.

"Graham, have you ever heard of time travel?"

"Are you talking about the latest 'Across Another World'? I think it's quite interesting, especially the part where the angel suddenly turned into a tentacle monster. It's a pity that Heaven protested against this discrimination."

"You're still traveling to another world now? No, that's not what I'm talking about. I mean, have you ever heard of someone suddenly becoming a different person, with their soul replaced?"

"This isn't the old-fashioned story of traveling to another world a hundred years ago. The protagonist earned these opportunities to be sent abroad through his hard work." Graham shook his head unhappily, "Have you read some urban legend again? This kind of thing is just a fantasy."

"Really? That's a fantasy."

"However, I have heard that some companies are secretly using bionic people to replace real people. It is really shocking."

"So scary? You're not a robot, are you? Cut off a finger to verify it."

Paul's eyes lit up as he held Graham's hand.

Graham was about to resist when a man and woman of Asian appearance came over from the corridor. The man had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, looking very heroic. The woman had a face as white as cream and eyes as bright as lacquer, but her face was as cold as ice. The two looked similar but gave people completely different feelings.

The man waved to Graham, who pulled his hand away and greeted him with a perfect smile.

"Who are they?" Paul asked in a low voice after the two sat down elsewhere.

"The Park siblings from Longmen Security. They can be considered a subsidiary of the Fourth International."

In Guitar University, everyone's identity is kept completely secret. In addition, there are no dormitories, so even the best of friends may not leave anything behind except their names. This is done to prevent rich kids from being easily targeted and to reduce the impact of identity differences. In order to implement this, Guitar University still adopts the old classroom system, so students can have enough opportunities to communicate.

However, secrets are always relative. Among the rich kids who have known each other since childhood at various evening parties, identity has never been a secret.

At this time, the professor came in and clapped his hands slowly, signaling the start of the class. Paul connected the terminal to the classroom.

"People can be overwhelmed by information, which has been proven in the information age hundreds of years ago. Information overload was a problem at that time. A large amount of redundant information seriously interfered with people's accurate analysis and correct selection of relevant useful information. It is still the case today. The emergence of terminals has indeed improved people's memory and processing capabilities, but it has also increased information exponentially. Now every company will release a large amount of information, and how to make the target group receive the information accurately is the key. This involves the impact of information stimulation on the brain. Students, I know that you have already injected these definitions into your brain, but what I am going to talk about next is not in the skill chip. Let's take a look at the case of Urashima United."

"Why are there so few people coming to class?" Paul looked at the classroom, which was still not very crowded, and asked curiously.

"Because Professor Young used to run a clinic in the Central Security Zone. After becoming famous for 'behavioral training' and brain research, he was hired here as a professor. Some people also say that he is a dirty worker and can only come here to teach after being exposed. In short, many people don't like him."

Paul was a little confused as to why the "original Paul" chose such a course.

Professor Young spent a lot of time on how to use suggestibility and individual differences. Although his reputation is not very good, he is still professional enough and has many experimental results to prove it. Paul thought about it and figured that the source of these experiments might not be so glorious, and his good impression of him disappeared in an instant.

As the class was about to end, Professor Young said to everyone:

"This time when we go back, I want you to conduct a field survey of the shops in the low-security area and hand me a survey report next week."

Hearing him say this, Graham snorted.

"What's wrong?"

"He's at it again."

"Graham, tell me something I can understand."

"Most people in this university have never been to low-sec. Sending them there would be like walking into a tiger's mouth."

"What?"

"So he will 'help' students who have difficulties with their homework. Of course, it's not free. If there is someone at home who is worthy of being named, it's also free." Graham explained helplessly, "As long as there is a need, 'helping' students with their lessons is not a problem."

"Oh, that's too disgusting." Paul sneered, "Is there no one to care?"

"This is Guitar University." Graham spread his hands.

Paul glanced at the credit assistant that popped up after class. He had been absent from this course so many times that it had reached the warning line. If he didn't hand in the report this time, he would have to fail the course.

(End of this chapter)