Cyberpunk:Robotic Reverie

"What will happen if I fail the exam?" Paul Parker really couldn't find any reason to worry.

"You'll have to pay a considerable amount of money for reconstruction."

Bite.

There was a slight sound in his head, and an additional message appeared in the information bar in the lower left corner—the "system" has issued a new task.

Open it and take a look.

Reward for completing the store inspection in the low-security area: 200 points.

"What's going on? Is it you, the system?" Paul looked at Graham in confusion. It was really suspicious for it to pop up at this time.

"What?" Graham looked even more confused.

"Nothing, let's go."

After returning to the office, Paul threw his bag aside and sat next to Charlie.

"Uncle Charlie, what if I fail the exam?"

"The useless guy should just die."

Why such a direct threat?

Paul broke out in a cold sweat and asked cautiously:

"It's not that serious, is it?"

Charlie said angrily,

"I've almost bankrupted myself paying for your college education, and you still want me to pay more? Money! Money!"

Paul gave up the idea of being lazy. Although he didn't want to waste time on such things, it seemed that he had no choice but to do it.

"Uncle Charlie, what security zone is our office in?"

"It's in Low An."

What? I'm actually living in the legendary low-security zone that everyone fears? This is a place that Autumn and Graham, the only two people I know, are afraid of!

"Why am I still alive?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? This place is classified as low-security because of me."

Charlie couldn't stand the stupidity of the college student, so he closed the game he was playing on the terminal and angrily tortured the plastic clay ball on the table. This soft aluminosilicate ball has good plasticity and is often used as a toy for children. Now Charlie was shaping it into a pyramid.

Low-security area, fully known as the low safety factor floor. The safety factor of each floor is released daily by the building joint security department. Generally, it is a floor that the security guards cannot effectively manage, usually where gangs are entrenched.

Paul finally understood Charlie's meaning a few seconds ago, so he didn't ask questions that would be considered as amnesiac.

"So you are the gang leader?" he exclaimed in surprise.

"How is that possible? I've driven the gang out of here, okay?" Charlie said with some pride as he pinched a pair of eyes out of the pyramid.

"Then why is it still low-security?"

"There are more complicated reasons."

Charlie wiped his hands, picked up a piece of fruit candy from the table, threw it into his mouth, chewed it gently, and smiled bitterly.

"Can I inspect the office?"

To make an inspection report, you just need to pretend to be a customer, walk around the store, ask a few fake questions, and record them on the terminal.

"Did you borrow high-interest loans at school and couldn't pay them back, so you were forced to spy for others?"

In an instant, the decadence and casualness in Charlie's eyes turned into a sharp knife, disappearing in the next moment.

"How is that possible!" Paul shook his head hastily, "It's just an investigation report assigned by the professor."

"No. It will have a bad impact on the firm." Charlie lay back on the sofa and stretched.

"Bad influence?"

"Why do you have so many questions?"

Charlie covered his face with the pillow, waved his hand, and said nothing more.

Paul sighed, opened his mouth, and said nothing, staring at the ceiling glowing with a pale blue light. If he couldn't inspect the office, where else could he go? He had only passed by the shops around the office. If it was really as Charlie said, then maybe he could give it a try.

"If it really doesn't work, that girl you're with every day, doesn't she work at the samurai dojo?" An unclear voice came from under the pillow.

Paul thought of the thugs at the door of the gym and felt a little hesitant.

"Hello, is this Autumn? Paul wants to go to the gym tomorrow. Are you free?" Charlie opened the shared terminal. A circular virtual interface appeared on the pillow. The communication interface was completely sunken into the pillow. Autumn's iconic avatar could be vaguely distinguished.

"Okay! When will he come?" A cheerful female voice came out, "Uncle Charlie, are you eating something? Your voice is a little fuzzy."

"You can discuss this with him yourself. By the way, he doesn't know about this yet, so you can just talk to him." Having said that, Charlie closed the communication and also closed the terminal sharing.

"Hey! Uncle!" Paul was no longer able to express his emotions with words.

"Look, it's so simple. Sometimes people just need to be brave." Charlie waved his hand, indicating that no thanks was needed.

Paul took a deep breath, trying to calm his surging emotions. His original idea of being lazy and just finding a random shop to do the job was also shattered.

Beep beep.

The communication started to ring, and he knew who it was without having to guess.

The girl's face appeared in the window, her brown eyes full of smiles: "Paul, I want to ask you something."

Paul adjusted his expression and pretended nothing had happened: "Go ahead."

The girl tilted her head, her fluffy short hair swaying slightly as she moved: "Are you free tomorrow?"

Paul opened his class schedule and said, "Yes, I'm free in the afternoon."

"Then come to the gym and play."

"The gym where you work?" Paul was almost impressed by his own acting skills.

"Yes."

"I think it should be possible."

The next day, Paul was forced by Graham to go to the classroom as usual. Fine light gray grids filled the walls, and the thin lattices were like ice flowers on the windows in winter. The neat top cast a faint light on the meticulous magnesium alloy table. The class was over, and most of the people in the classroom that could accommodate 10,000 people had left.

"Paul, let's go for a simulated battle." Ever since Graham forcibly injected Paul with the combat module, he has been urging him to try it in the simulated battle.

Guitar University is a comprehensive university. In addition to conventional humanities, arts, and science majors, it also includes military majors. Moreover, Guitar University, which was established to cultivate comprehensive talents, naturally provides students with the latest simulation combat software and platforms. Many students will use and practice to cope with every day in Freeport. The most popular ones are naturally fighting and shooting.

"No, I have something else to do today." Paul calmly rejected him. After all, he had a legitimate excuse this time.

"The library again?" Graham raised his eyebrows in displeasure.

"No, I'm going to a samurai gym with a cute girl today." Although he couldn't find any sense of superiority in this popular guy, Paul was still a little proud.

"Paul." Graham stammered, "Guitar is not a very safe place. Or rather, it is full of dangers."

"Huh? What do you mean? Do I look like the kind of person who would be easily tricked by a woman into going to a shady shop and forced to hand over his credit coins?" This time it was Paul who frowned.

"What should I say?" Graham looked embarrassed.

"What do you mean! Don't look at me like that!"

"Nothing, let's not talk about this." Graham smiled awkwardly, trying to change the subject, "Where is the location of this mechanical warrior gym you mentioned?"

"Why, you want to go together?"

"No, no, I just want to understand." Graham put on a harmless smile. This handsome man was very good at gaining other people's trust.

"It's in the sinking building." Paul said suspiciously, "I'll send you the address."

"Okay, thank you." Graham said, patting Paul's shoulder, "Then I won't bother you anymore." Then he turned and left.

Paul watched him go away and could vaguely hear his mumbling.

"It's that gym."

(End of this chapter)