I fell into the world of cyberpunk games

2107-03-30

T07: 17:57

A 24-hour chain restaurant, Tommy John’s.

As I stood in front of the entrance, the transparent automatic door creaked open.

[Welcome to Tommy Jones!]

The guide robot at the entrance greeted us with open hands while reciting a humorous catch-prize.

I wake up from my thoughts at that ridiculous movement.

I stopped worrying about Milicia’s confidential research data that kept tormenting me yesterday and today.

Stop holding on to questions that do not have an answer, and focus on the task in front of you right now.

For example, from an imminent event, such as a dinner party with co-workers soon.

Today was that day. The day we decided to get together with the dragon boss and the bartenders.

And here was the meeting place.

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My appointment was at 6pm, so I arrived just in time.

I was glancing around the inside of the restaurant, watching, when something hit my ear with a rapid-fire cannon from the side.

[Tommy Jones is the first unmanned multi-food restaurant to be established in 2024. We provide dishes of the same taste and style to all customers through innovation with skilled ai chefs at each branch!

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Meet the chefs who will be responsible for your meals, Tom and John. Tom specializes in Western food, and John specializes in Eastern food. Together, they can easily digest over 5,000 recipes from the manual. It follows the philosophy of founder Papa Wells… .]

When I blankly stood at the entrance of the restaurant and did not enter, the guide robot looked at me as if urging me not to block the road, and scribbled out franchise promotional phrases.

what is that scared.

Was it pre-programmed to do that, or was it just a tin robot on the outside, but in reality an intelligent rover?

Either way, pressed by the stinging force, they entered the open door.

The interior was neat.

It could mean clean, but it also meant that there were no people at the same time.

A checkered floor lined with black and white tiles.

Vanilla lights illuminate the turquoise wall beneath the display panel, where Virtual Chef characters chirping.

While the ceiling fan, typical of American restaurants, quietly spins, plastic tables that look like flying flies are drooping.

And beyond that, there was a group that stood out even from afar.

Apparently, there are no other people in the restaurant today, and they even sit at the largest table in the center, drawing attention.

That loud chatter.

“No, how is a sword a better weapon than a gun? Centuries have passed since the age of the cold weapon was over. These days, in cinema films and anime, it’s a cliché that samurai and kung fu masters who rely on swords and fists all get shot and die helplessly. You’re so old, you don’t know.”

[So. Is it rather a stereotype? The gangster’s coercive frames have solidified people’s minds for hundreds of years. Swords are old weapons, and no matter how wild they are, they instilled the proposition that they are equal in front of bullets.]

“But it is true. In front of the bullet, you and I are in the same room.”

[Isn’t that the same for katana? Whether you get shot or cut by a knife, the result is the same.]

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Maybe it was because of those people that there were no other people in the restaurant, I thought.

“How it is. The distances are different and the arrival times are different.”

[Oresama (this body) can be cut as fast as a bullet by swinging a sword?]

“Oh, are you? So what’s the range? As far as I know, the official record for the longest firing range is 10,117 metres. Can you cut with a ten-kilometer knife? Would you like me to draw the sword out of you?”

[Koo, Kuso (Damn)… .]

“Can’t you argue because someone isn’t Geomgal? The sword isn’t a gun, isn’t it a weapon-based water rocket that is wiped off a spear line? As soon as gunpowder weapons appeared, where did you go to the subject that disappeared into history?”

I don’t know those two people who spit and spit like shit. I want to say I don’t know.

However, the trademark red mecha dragon helmet, Tony’s messy hair, and languid eyes with dark circles were an undeniable reality.

It’s a comical combination of Dragon’s Rare, which is really embarrassing no matter where you put it.

As usual, the two of you are arguing over a nonsensical topic.

Today’s discussion topic seems to be swords vs guns.

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Maybe it’s similar to the dagger vs pata debate in the old world. VS play always makes people over-immersed.

However, it is surprising that the theme is sword versus gun.

If it was the 21st century, it would have been a landslide victory by guns without even the meaning of debate.

Is it because ‘reacting to avoid bullets’ or ‘slashing bullets with a knife’, which were previously considered impossible, are no longer the realms of unreality due to various body modifications such as reflex-enhanced cyberwear?

Or maybe it’s because the katana has become a popular weapon for the Ronins due to the tight gun regulations in Dusk City and the overlapping orientalism.

In the 22nd century, in Dusk City, the sword seemed to have become a weapon comparable to a gun.

‘It seems that Tony, who supports guns, has the upper hand so far.’

So when the hell does that fight end?

I thought that if I pretended to know now, I would be forced into that argument, so I couldn’t come forward easily and was hesitating, but fortunately, there was someone who stopped the never-ending VS discussion on my behalf.

Her name is Sei. Except for me, I am the only normal person among the existing employees of Dragon’s Rare.

She, who was sitting next to the exuberant Dragon boss, must have known from the beginning that I had come in, as if hesitatingly approached me, as if to announce my existence, and as if to tell him to stop, stabbed the side of the Dragon President’s armor suit with a fork. put on

Then Sasha Dragon smiles hahaha.

He stabbed me like a knife, but I don’t know why the sound of laughter came out instead of a scream.

[Ahahaha, it tickles. What is it? anything behind… Oh, is Nakamura-kun here? It was just on time.]

After being stabbed several times by the fork, he looked back and waved brightly in this direction.

Even though something bad happened at the bar, everyone is very consistent in many ways.

I sighed and opened my mouth.

“Yes. Long time no see, boss.”

[Yes, Hisashiburi (Long time no see).]

It seems like it’s only been three days since we last met, but since so many things have happened, it feels like a long time has passed.

Received the burdensome hand of President Dragon pounding my shoulders and back, I sat on the other side, next to Tony.

The red plastic sofa makes a rattling noise and sinks.

I sat in a position facing the entrance and looked at the food on the table in response to Tony’s shy smile, who didn’t even know I had entered because of an argument.

Tommy Jones special square Hawaiian pizza, soy protein tandoori chicken and large meatball spaghetti, John’s Chlorella sushi set, seaweed tempura, krill volcano roll, cricket tempura ramen… .

what’s so much?

“Looks like you pre-ordered the food.”

[yes. we did it first If you want something to eat, order a new one.]

“no. I’m not going to make a new one… Can we all eat this together?”

The table for 4 was full and there was plenty of food to the point of overflowing. If you eat just a few bites of each dish, you will feel full in no time.

Already, Tommy Jones food is cheap and there are only a lot of variety, but the taste is just like a mid-to-lower-tier wheat pack, so it’s a bit hard to eat until your stomach explodes.

[yes? Ah, come to think of it, this is Nakamura Kun’s first dinner party. don’t worry. If there was not enough food, there was not enough, because there would be nothing left. Oresama (this body) will buy it, so don’t worry about money, and if you’re hungry, you can order more.]

Without hesitation, he picked up a slice of a square pizza, pounding his chest.

I was hungry because I only ate one meal all day, but it’s okay.

As I was filling my stomach while carefully taking the suspicious food made of unknown ingredients into my mouth, I heard a heavy sound from somewhere.

thump-.

“…?”

The large 5000cc beer mug that President Dragon has just ordered comes up on the table.

it was on my side The way I was handed it was giving me a drink no matter who I was.

And the size of the cup… It is about the same height as the height of any child.

As my face became pale from the pale yellow alcoholic beverage that overflowed from the tip of the heavy container even when held with both hands, Tony came by and patted my shoulder.

“Come to think of it, we haven’t had a welcome ceremony during the past few days working together. After all, there is nothing like drinking to death at the ceremony.”

“… You want me to drink all this by myself? Did you really intend to kill someone?”

Then, this time, with an evil smile, the dragon boss poked a burdensome metal snout toward me.

[Haha, don’t worry. It’s just that you’re weak to alcohol, because we all know it.]

“Haha, that’s good. Then you don’t have to drink it all… .”

[So if you can’t drink it all and fall down, we’ll feed you instead. It’s okay if the film breaks. Because I can sleep in my house! Or Tony’s is fine.]

“I just tell Sayer to take him. Even on Sunday, Sei took me home.”

[Oh, Honto (Really)?]

When Dragon President looked at Sei with bright yellow LED eyes, Sei nodded calmly.

I was rather surprised by that. Isn’t Sunday the day you fought Ned Rudd and lost your mind in the explosion?

When I woke up the next day, I was just lying on the bed in my room.

“Wait. I’m hearing it for the first time.”

But there was no time to be puzzled.

In the blink of an eye, a large beer mug was pushed into my mouth, and I was unable to continue my words as I had to swallow the cascading baptism of alcohol through my throat.

Whoops, whoops.

I didn’t mean to ask you to meet and talk… !