December 13, 188 at 13 p.m.

Although it was afternoon, the hazy fog still obscured the whole world.

Under the mist.

Deep city.

Crowded high-rise buildings.

Clusters of ancient pagodas.

Neon lights glow psychedelic in the mist.

The only thing that was clean was the pieces of glass, refracting rays of light, reflecting the figures of passers-by below on the filthy and rancid roadside puddles.

Yota frowned.

Reaching out and smearing a layer of black ash from the peeling wall, he smeared it haphazardly on his face.

Now, I guess my mother doesn't want to know him.

He squeezed into the crowd and went with the flow.

Immerse yourself in it.

Something has completely changed since he'd crossed over here.

Before the crossing, his name was Yang Tai, and he was a programmer ape, and he lived a relaxed life.

After crossing over, his name is Yota, and he comes to this cyberpunk futuristic world where order has collapsed.

Had to learn a lot of ways to survive.

For example, being handsome in this world is simply a mistake.

He smeared his face with black ash for the sole purpose of keeping his chastity.

lest his handsome face be targeted by some half-mechanical and half-flesh Long Yangjun, it will really be too late.

Passing by a huge floor-to-ceiling display, the gorgeous and vulgar light and shadow refracted on his face.

He slowed down and glanced at it.

There's a news on it.

"Today is 13:21 p.m. on December 23, 188 in the cyber calendar, and the world has already entered the era of everyone's computer, as long as you have an uninjured complete brain, your brain is a computer that is free to use for life."

"The main god Cyber that guarantees the sustainable development of mankind restarts every one year to ten years, if you awaken to roaming geek on the restart day, be sure to report to the shrine, and you will get the honorable status of the main god red guest."

"Become the main god red guest, and you will get into the luxurious life above the clouds."

"Those who refuse to go will be treated as cyber hackers and will be executed directly."

The person who dominates the broadcast of this news resides high in the heavens.

He looked up at the sky, and a brilliant light faintly appeared in the thick mist.

It's a paradise for the rich.

Towering Gothic spires rise above the clouds like giant beasts.

Overlooking the dirty streets beneath the clouds, this is a temple of 'rats'.

After just one glance, he immediately lowered his head and walked towards his shelter in the slums.

A drunken man behind him let out a groggy scolding voice.

"When the main god is a part, how carefree it feels, Lao Tzu doesn't want to wake up."

Yang Tai heard it in his ears, and secretly said in his heart: "It's another bad old man who suffers from Internet addiction, and Lao Tzu doesn't want to be a part." ”

In this world, science and technology are highly developed, and artificial intelligence has long replaced human beings in all walks of life.

In other words, humanity is unemployed.

The unemployment rate is 100%, and the world is wonderful.

And what is even more tragic is that all human beings suffer from Internet addiction, and life is worse than death without the Internet.

When he first crossed over here, there was only one thought in his mind: "Without a job, will Lao Tzu eat Xiang?" ”

But when he was patting his brain and thinking, he touched a hard object behind his head.

Wake up.

Surfing the Internet is work, and surfing the Internet can make money.

This hard object is a chip that is strongly implanted into the brain, and as long as you press it, you can wirelessly connect with the main god Cyber.

All humans have become cyberbots.

Roaming on the Internet, the bioelectricity generated by brain movement is to provide energy for the main god, and you can get the roaming salary given by the main god.

Because of this, the entire human community has happily become a part of the main god, which can not only make money, but also relieve addiction, why not.

"Making money online is the dream of hundreds of millions of netizens."

Yota's expression at that time was like swallowing a toad alive, still stuck in his throat and not going to go.

After all, he used to be a high-level programmer, and although others thought he was a hacker (hacker), he stinkfully considered himself a more noble 'geek'.

'Geeks' are a group of lone rangers who have an unparalleled obsession with the computer itself, and have extremely high technical abilities and a heart for personal freedom.

All the while, he pursued the geek spirit.

In other words, he's a pretentious dead otaku.

But when he crossed over, his pursuit of the geek spirit was gone.

The relationship between the artificial intelligence 'Lord God Cyber' and humans is almost the same as the plot of the "Matrix".

Then, he developed a 'virtual phobia'.

He wondered if the world he lived in was real or virtual.

Is this a virtual world that the main god has changed?

When he had the mentality of breaking the can and breaking it, he pressed the hard object behind his head.

His heart was smashed into a boulder.

"Humans are parts, cyber is the superego."

In the virtual world, this message is played everywhere.

After coming out of the state of roaming on the Internet, he realized that this was the real world.

"Fortunately, the main god Cyber has not yet evolved into the matrix like in the Matrix, and humans still have a remnant of their selves."

He sighed in his heart.

I also thoroughly understand that human beings, who have become parts of the main god, have the consciousness of independent thinking, but they do not have the ability to decide their own fate.

The main god Cyber controls the life, aging, sickness and death of all walks of life and human beings around the world, and even cyber hackers are extinct.

However, the 'Cyber', which represents the crystallization of the highest technology, will be overloaded after absorbing too much roaming data.

When an overload occurs, the system restarts the upgrade.

The time is three seconds.

And these three seconds are the moment when the fate of a few people is reversed.

It is rumored that the cranial nerves of a small number of people will be overloaded with data to break away from God's forbidden area, and then obtain the mysterious 'source power'.

Source power is the power of creation of the main god's source code.

If you have the Source Power, then congratulations on temporarily breaking free from the control of the Lord God.

You've become a 'roaming geek' with ultra-high network skills and personal freedom.

But the price of this freedom is also sad.

The Main God Contest will recruit 'roaming geeks' to join the shrine, and the submitters will become the main god red guest, a kind of human firewall that depends on the main god to survive.

The disobedient person is the cyber hacker, and the shrine will do everything in it to hunt you down.

Huge screens that occupy hundreds of floors play everything from your name, gender, hobbies, and more to the point where anyone reports you gets huge rewards.

The main god Cyber has been restarted eighteen times, and eighteen generations of roaming geeks have appeared in the human race.

It may take ten years, or even longer, until the next cyber restart.

And Cyber's appetite seems to be growing, without the slightest sign of overload.

Internet roaming is smooth.

Yota even suspected that the programmer who maintained the cyber background must have expanded the storage space of the main god cyber.

After all, the rich people on top are also afraid of geeks.

After all, geeks are free people who are free from the system, and they are not sure when they will do evil things that attack the system, which will shake the foundation of the rule of the upper class.

He shook his head, dispelling the distractions in his mind.

Walk up to a stall selling fruits and vegetables.

The dim light, the scarred stains, the rusty carts, the dirty rags, the dishes and basins that hadn't been washed in 10,000 years, the shimmering screens the size of palms.

Yota sometimes even wonders if time has turned back.

In the future of high-tech crawling, the life of the people at the bottom is the same as that of mice, except for begging for food, and it is difficult to keep warm and full.

"What do you need, guest?"

The owner of the stall raised his head and looked at him with a blank face.

The whole face from the nose down is like a patchwork of metal and plastic with a mess of colors.

It's hard for him to be expressionless.

Who has the ability to make metal and plastic smile.

Yota stretched out his finger and pointed to the black bricks made of grass bran, pig blood, animal offal, and miso paste, each the size of an adult's palm.

"Two pieces of food are good to burn, 5 yuan."

He couldn't tell what it tasted like, but in the world of the low-level people, it was one of the staple foods.

He glanced at the scarce greens on the fruit and vegetable stall, his greedy gaze made him look like a foraging tiger, and his mouth swallowed and foamed at the mouth.

My sister and I haven't tasted vegetables for more than a month.

"How do you sell cabbage?"

"250 yuan a catty, this is a good thing, I can't bear to eat it myself." The boss's eyes flashed with greed.

Yota squatted down, took the cabbage in his hand, estimated that it was about three or two, and put it on his nose and sniffed it fiercely.

A smell of earth mixed with grass seduced the worms in his stomach, which was an all-natural ingredient.

If it was in his previous life, he wouldn't even look at this bitter, astringent and sweet cabbage.

But in this cyberpunk world, the transition to high-tech has caused smog to cover the world, and there are only a few places in the world where vegetables and fruits can be grown.

In the world of the people at the bottom, this thing is more precious than gold.

Thinking of his sister's pale face that lacked nutrition, Yota's heart softened.

If it were him, he would have to beg for food, but he would have to protect his sister, who was his only support.

"Yes."

"Okay, haha, you have a good mouth tonight, less than three taels, a total of 75 yuan."

The boss pointed to the glimmering screen at the left end of the cart.

Yang Tai secretly scolded the profiteer in his heart, 75 yuan had to be earned by him and his sister roaming the Internet for two days without sleep, soaked in blood and sweat.

I and my sister tried their best, barely able to ensure food and clothing.

Today is a little luxury.

His heart twitched, and his cheeks were a little embarrassed, as if his money was not enough.

What to do?

He touched the hoop on his arm, and a virtual screen appeared out of thin air that only he could see.

His eyes slid slightly, and the screen flickered and flashed, revealing a functional panel.

This kind of virtual screen is owned by everyone, and the chip that is forced into the brain has many wireless functions, and the energy source that supplies the chip to operate is the bioelectricity on the human body.

As long as you are a living person, you have this ability.

He was looking for something that no one else would, the kind of thing that many strange things he had traveled with him.

There is no big effect, but there are many small effects.

I saw his eyes wander slightly, opened the function panel, and found the icon of 'toolbox' from inside.

With just a stroke of mind, the toolbox is opened.

His eyes rolled up and down, eventually finding an icon called 'Worm'.

"That's you."

With a slight blink of his eyes, he selected the worm icon, and a faint glow glowed in his pupils.

The sheen resembled a climbing worm, focused on the boss's iron jaw.

"That's it, hehe." He was secretly happy.

The corners of his mouth hooked into a smile, revealing a mouth full of big white teeth: "Cheaper, brother." ”

The boss shook his head expressionlessly, but the iron jaw opened uncontrollably, making a rustling sound of iron rubbing.

"Look at your good face, give you 30 yuan cheaper."

After the boss finished speaking, his expression was slightly stunned, and he scolded in his heart: "How can Lao Tzu be soft-hearted, hell, forget it, I have said everything." ”

"Brother, you have such a good heart, the reincarnation of a living bodhisattva." Yota excitedly praised him.

Reach out and tap lightly on the shimmering screen at the left end of the cart.

… Backbite...

With a soft sound, 45 yuan was paid.

Glancing at the iron ring instrument embedded in the flesh of his arm, the figure that exuded a faint sheen, his total assets were only 4 cents.