How To Live as a Cyberpunk Solver

Chapter 86

86. coffee

Leonard brought the coffee cup to the tip of his nose.

In the old days, there was a person called ‘Barista’ who roasted, ground, and extracted coffee to find the best taste and aroma.

“As expected, ‘real’ smells different.”

The broker chuckled at Leonard’s praise. It’s not the coffee of the mythical barista, but it’s ‘real’ coffee made from ground coffee seeds, so it couldn’t be compared to a low-quality drink flavored with chemicals. Max, who was born and raised on the ground, disagreed.

“Ouch-! It is bitter and tasteless than anything I ate before!”

“yes. There’s no way you know the taste of coffee.”

Any other solver would laugh at me for pretending to be proud, but Leonard was the son of a ‘real’ wealthy family who knew the ‘real’. The taste for high-end luxury goods like coffee was the best here.

While the humans were flirting, the all-purpose, non-human androids finished their work. It took less than a cup of coffee to find and verify the necessary information in that vast cyberspace, so it boasted special performance among autonomous androids.

“Dirty and filthy orders are over.”

To the extent that he expressed dissatisfaction with working alone, there was no doubt about his competence. Leonard tapped his temple lightly. Sigma transmitted the information with an expressionless expression. For Max, who has no brain chip, and the broker, who is paranoid about security, he did not skip an oral explanation.

“Since the last psycho-cyborg terror, there are 107,74,522 information searched for ‘Liberation Front’, of which 32,61 articles claiming to be a member of the Liberation Front or a major stakeholder.”

“Wow… what’s so many?”

“As the issue of psycho cyborgs is a common concern for the residents of the New Human Federation, other cities are also paying attention. Even in the underground cities there are people who claim to be the founders of the Liberation Front.”

“Ninety-nine percent of them are immature people who are hungry for attention. Cut out anything that is not credible.”

As soon as Leonard’s order was over, 90% of the data disappeared. Still, there were many.

“Among the information shared through the A-044 City public port, articles with promotional purposes, articles with uncertain sources, and articles with incorrect prerequisites were excluded.”

“precondition?”

“The conspiracy of the Old Human Alliance, the main crime of implant hackers, alien viruses, the appearance of ancient digital creatures, and so on.”

After each sigma example, the data decreased. In the end, all that was left was about 100 cases, including video information. At this level, I was able to take a day and thoroughly review it.

“Good work.”

When Leonard praised him, Sigma made a surprised expression. Like a second-generation Android, the changes are exaggerated and seem to be teasing, but judging from the years, it was something I was really happy about. He wasn’t an ugly owner who would just leave it alone.

“Now have a coffee and rest.”

“Mr. Leonard, all androids, including me, cannot consume food.”

“So I recommend it.”

“……”

If artificial intelligence rebels someday, we will have to accept it humbly, saying, “It’s coming.”

Leonard and Max were beholden to the broker’s office and inadvertently observed what the broker was doing.

A positive effect is that the prejudice of sitting in an office and earning credit for nothing is removed. As my job is a broker, and my job is a broker, all kinds of people came to see me.

A client asking to find a limb stolen by a scavenger, a client asking to kick out a gangster who is messing around in a store, a client asking to punish a cheating customer, a client asking to avenge a friend, a client asking to find a wife who left home, and so on, were countless. . Max got fed up after only one day.

“I’m out of my mind.”

We coordinated the request fee, reviewed the contents of the request, selected and contacted a suitable solver, notified the result, and received and shared the payment without omission. A client with no conscience who did not pay the request fee and dived was treated as a professional solver. For the first time, Max knew there was a debt collector dedicated to receivables.

Leonard said as he lay down on the sofa that was barely available.

“There is a reason brokers sweep credit.”

Actually, it wasn’t to the extent of sweeping it. Requests for 2 or 3,000 credits, which Leonard treated as his basic salary, were rarer than expected. Two or three hundred credits were enough to punish a scavenger. Even if I took 20% from there, it was at the level of Max’s pocket money. The broker massaged the implant eye and shared some industry wisdom.

“It’s difficult to do big things often.”

“why?”

“You have to have a big mouth to eat big things. They can’t even swallow small fish and their stomachs explode and die.”

So, I turned the phone around in search of a suitable size fixer. The 1-minute call principle was not only due to the company’s random wiretapping, but also because of its efficiency. He wasn’t in charge of just one request, so he could miss another request if he made a long call.

“Is Mr. Leonard a big mouth?”

The broker watched ‘big mouth’ Leonard Walker lying on the sofa reviewing Sigma data. I don’t want to see that nasty 6-year-old arrogant, but I couldn’t even lie.

“It’s true that he’s one of the best junk town fixers. It’s because I have a picky appetite, because there’s nothing I can’t swallow if I make up my mind.”

When Max recognized that his mentor and partner was the best, ‘Hee hee hee!’ laughed Perhaps that frivolous laugh bothered him, Leonard bent his head from the sofa and looked at him.

“I don’t sleep.”

“…who said what?”

It’s hard to believe when you see that, but it was the foundation on which ‘The Broker’ Jake built his reputation as a broker. Leonard solved one “big thing” after another, earning brokers credit and recognition.

Leonard also couldn’t make an income without being a broker, so the two were business partners in the true sense of the word.

“Even more so these days.”

“What about these days?”

The broker closed all the brainchip windows that Max couldn’t see and turned away. All urgent requests were arranged, so he had some time to spare. I couldn’t get a seat because I didn’t know when someone would get into an accident and whine, but at least small talk was possible.

“The famous fixers now are soldiers who fought in the war seven years ago, that is, during the New Human War of Independence. There are exceptions, like Noah Lucas, but most do.”

“I heard from Mr. Leonard.”

Including Leonard, Ryan Bourne, Logan Mays, and Elia Garden were also soldiers seven years ago. It was only natural that he had excellent skills as he had been equipped with expensive military implants under the pretext of war and accumulated many practical experiences.

“Of course, not all soldiers from 7 years ago are competent. All the incompetent ones are dead, leaving only the competent ones.”

“Um… I didn’t tell you about that.”

It was a hard thing to say for Leonard, who had killed those incompetent guys. The broker looked at Leonard waving his hand in the air and Sigma, who was appreciating it pathetically, in turn, and continued his explanation.

“But things are different these days.”

“…these days?”