Cyber ​​psychosis is my girlfriend

There's another class of companies that has sprung up because of it, and guess what?

Pollution filter equipment manufacturing company.

Whether it's a rooftop garden or a hydroponic farm, whether it's producing gene-edited fruits and vegetables or hydroponic meat using mammalian cells, it needs a water source that keeps the product from becoming fine.

But in Night City, even a three-year-old child can understand the fact that rainwater is poisonous.

So naturally, filter equipment has become a must for everyone.

However, in 2077, these companies that produced filtration equipment seemed to have been swallowed up, leaving only some low-quality miscellaneous companies that survived with low prices.

Because my own tomato was stolen, I went to my door and was shot and killed. This kind of "massacre caused by a tomato" may sound nonsense, but the NCPD notes said that there are even more outrageous things, and these pediatrics are commonplace.

In areas where the law and order are a bit more chaotic, you can often see a bunch of unprofessional people, armed with weapons, wearing a variety of their own clothes, protecting...a vegetable field.

These rooftop vegetable gardens built in dilapidated apartments are equipped with primitive sprinkler irrigation systems and must-have filtration systems, so that they can cultivate some fresh fruits and vegetables that are in high demand in Night City.

But sadly, this is tantamount to growing gold from the ground.

No matter what speed gangs or gangsters, there is always a group of people who prefer to be robbers rather than do it themselves.

There was no doubt that a fire broke out between them.

When Luo Qi saw this kind of news for the first time and went to the Internet to find out about the situation, his expression was very exciting.

He knew he could see all the mess in Night City in 2077.

But the "cyberpunk version of defending the radish" still really shocked him.

Because what is being defended is really a carrot! ! !

Of course, there are companies operating this wonderful industry in Night City, but, just like growing poppies or coca leaves in one's own garden, there will always be a market.

Times can change many things, including the status of fresh fruits and vegetables as contraband.

Outrageous.

Just like what was planned at the beginning, Luo Qi's whole goal today is to take Suzi to play around in Night City, and maintain a high degree of "lazy" state during the process-if you can lie on your stomach, you will never lose weight. Sit, sit and never stand.

Go to a SPA to relax, and then under the massage of the robot waiter, you are so comfortable that you almost fall asleep; in the spacious air-conditioned room, from a height of 200 meters, through the ground and walls designed with no dead ends and fully transparent glass, you can feel condescending Overlooking Night City; playing the 2077 holographic interactive immersive arcade, playing cards that have not been eliminated, and finally leaning against the small garden in the sky with Suzi, leaning on the railing to look at the city.

This is the first time they have looked at the city through this lens.

People always say that Night City is hell, it can ruthlessly devour all who come here.

But Luo Qi seems to finally understand why this place is called the "City of Chasing Dreams".

Everything experienced today is far from enough for the real rich class.Sometimes Luo Qi would always subconsciously observe around. There were only high-level executives and small and micro business owners around, and there were not many of them.

Although most of this "hard money" has blinded conscience and is full of conspiracy and tricks.

Most of them belong to the quite high-level "middle class", or the down-and-out "power class", the marginal or ordinary officials of the government and the so-called celebrities, the third-rate kind.

Such a group of people has already left the unique deformed stage of American society in 2077-there is almost no normal middle class.

The gap between the rich and the poor can no longer be described by the word "disparity", but should be described by the sky and the earth.

About half a century ago, rich people were often referred to as "enemy countries", but in 2077, the richest people did not use "enemy countries", because the super companies under their hands were far smaller than Most countries are richer.

What they hold in their hands are super financial behemoths, all over the world, using their own methods to build real empires—from law to army, from structure to atmosphere, from form to strategy.

For the Latin American region, the entire air force owned by a country may not be as good as a small unit of security forces responsible for protecting mines or oil fields.

As long as they want to, they can start World War III all over the world.

However, "world war" is an old word that was used twice in the 20th century and no longer used. Now only companies can lead the war.

Even the unification war in the United States was fought with the support of capital from both sides.

The New United States of America (NUSA) has their military technology, and the free states also have their own capital and transnational capital.

This is the current world, "corporate war", or "corporate war", is the "mainstream".

After all, they are the empire.

And Night City is such a city where the forces of "twenty first-rate empires", "dozens of secondary empires" and "countless kingdoms" gather.

Never before in human history has this been the case.

Although the headquarters of these super corporations are not in Night City, a city where nearly half of the world's top capitals have branches is indeed a special kind of miracle.

Disparity?That was never a topic for discussion.

Because you have no idea how much capital they have.

Huge social class breaks, like Night City's consumer system.

The unimaginable extreme luxury on the top floor, and directly below are the entertainment venues linked to "dirty mess" - such as bars, nightclubs and the like.

A deep sense of separation.

There are only two major classes in Night City, one is the elite class at the top, and the other is the proletariat at the bottom—although this statement is a bit exaggerated, it is true.

The sparse middle class includes, in addition to corporate employees and government officials, those who have not had a place in the big corporations of the 21st century.

These people are usually running their own businesses:

Restaurants, clubs, cafes, workshops, pawnshops, super dream experience studios, and even small clinics, as the saying goes, are small bosses.

Those fly restaurants and small carts can't be counted, they have to have a certain appearance.

Part of the owners of these small businesses are regular law-abiding citizens trying to make money instead of selling their bodies and souls to corporations that only cover the sky.

Some of them even achieved success, even if it was only a flash in the pan, and disappeared under the suppression or merger of the company.

Although giant corporations have spent a lot of effort in expanding their personnel and taking away most of the talents, private small businesses are still one of the sources of employment for citizens.

After the chaos caused by the ongoing corporate wars, the corporate grip on society has loosened and small businesses have been able to thrive again during this respite.

But such people are very rare compared to the top and bottom.

Is this normal?

No.

Because this already means that, except for super companies and the government, people can only survive in the cracks, and there is not much room for improvement through hard work.

Even so, the competition within the company is still full of intrigue and bloodshed, and the infighting between government departments is raging. There is no room for small businesses to develop freely. The capital chain was broken and then went bankrupt and owed debts, gone forever.

This is also a good explanation why so many people hope to become a mercenary, become a big vote, and then get rid of this damn bottom once and for all.

There are also people who yearn to become an overnight star, eager to take risks and get rich overnight, eager to climb the dragon and the phoenix to the top overnight...

This city has all kinds of dreams, people are so eager and hard to give up, and they never get tired of it. Countless people come to this dream-chasing city, because even though it is so chaotic, it still has its prosperous and orderly side.

Everyone wants to be the lucky one who turns over.

Only no one is willing to keep their feet on the ground and move forward step by step.

Not because of depravity, but because there is no way on this road at all.

Even Luo Qi earned black money from robbing the company.

Is this normal?

Of course not.

But if the whole world is like this, then such behavior is normal.

This is not a city where people live and work in peace and contentment. This is the ocean of pirates. This is Gotham City for criminals. This is a battlefield without gunpowder.

Everything can be here, and it can also be a cemetery.

Sometimes he ruined his dream, sometimes her life, and sometimes, he ruined a family, including the bones and bones.

When burying a life, it seems a little ordinary.

"Tragedy destroys the valuable things in life for others to see."

This is really what Lu Xun said—from his essay "Re-discussion on the Fall of Leifeng Pagoda", which was originally published in the 1925th issue of "Yusi" weekly magazine on February 2, 23.

Thinking about it this way, Luo Qi looked down from a high altitude and passed through thousands of buildings, only to see fragments all over the city - these fragments were once called "dreams, conscience, life and self".

And now, they are already the foundation of the city.

It is not only in the lowest and lowest places of the city that you can hear the sound of the city breathing.

At high altitude, there are also trance souls whispering in your ears.

This is a hell where everyone can see the flickering. Hope and dreams are just ahead, like a mirage, luring travelers on the verge of death in the economic desert.

But since hope and beauty can be seen, can this place also be called heaven?

of course.

Luo Qi gently touched the window in front of him, and there was a thin layer of glass between the water droplets that had formed outside the window due to the temperature difference.

Heaven for the rich, hell for the poor.

When you come here, you have to sell something. When you have nothing left, you become a shell driven by something.

Jack always said that he must have some backbone left in the end, and Luo Qi felt that he would only have the madness of "not breaking out in silence, but perishing in silence" in the end.

"I see you seem unhappy."

Suzi turned her head to the side, and bluntly expressed her inner thoughts.

She is not the kind of delicate and sticky little woman. Seeing those women accompanying other male customers, all of them charming and full of coquettish faces, she felt a little irritable and flustered.

It's not the kind of shyness that is "really embarrassing", but the incompatibility that gives goosebumps all over your body.

As a real straight girl of steel, Suzi had always ignored such people indifferently before.But once you bring yourself into them, and then bring Luo Qi into them, your brain can't work well.

Want to learn from them?

Suzi was fighting hard in her heart.

And Luo Qi was holding her hand by the window, his thoughts racing.

After an unknown amount of time, Suzi finally made a difficult decision——

Go and touch Luo Qi by yourself!

Always being touched inexplicably, and then blushing and heartbeating, standing in place like a puppet.This time, let me touch him instead!

Then Luo Qi's train of thought was interrupted.

For he found a hand rubbing against his leg.

Turning around, it turned out to be Suzi.

Luo Qi:? ? ?

"Is there something dirty on my pants?"

Luo Qi was stunned for a while, and then asked in a daze.

"...touch."

Suzi also looked at him, then couldn't bear the gaze, and turned her eyes to the side.

touch?

You call this a touch?

Luo Qi felt that she had no ups and downs, as if touching her in a linear reciprocating motion, her face was neither sad nor happy, and if she didn't know it, she thought she was smoothing his pants.

Is the essence of touching is touching?

Not color|Can color touch be called touch?

Do you look down on Momo?

Luo Qi was a little "filled with righteous indignation", and then resolutely touched it back, performing a wave of "on-site teaching".

Chapter 110 Four Seriousness to the Extreme is Crazy

The bed at home may not be as luxurious as a high-end club bed, and the material of the quilt is not so soft and smooth, but when you wake up from the morning sun, between the clean pillow and quilt, That kind of satisfaction and comfort is never comparable to other things.

Especially when your pillow is joined with a loved one's.

The two separated single beds have now been merged together, between the two soft and messy quilts, Suzi's arms and thighs are generously pressed on Luo Qi's body.

This made Luo Qi and his little brother, who stood at attention and saluted in the morning, feel very uncomfortable.

After all, apart from saying goodnight to each other last night, although the beds were joined together, there was half a meter between them.