Something strange is creeping up in Night City.

The embodiment of the thought that was blocked from the ascent immediately realized that something was not quite right.

After re-examining himself, the Institution Avatar found himself navigating the sea of the collective unconscious, with an increasing number of people in the city who were out of his sense and control, and this situation spread throughout Night City.

East of the city, south of the city, west of the city, north of the city

Sickle Street, Hammer Street, Clockwork Street, Parts Street

At first, only a few individuals who lost control appeared sporadically, but then this state of detachment from control seemed to be contagious, one to ten, ten to hundred, and soon in the perception of the incarnation of the thought flow, there were large swaths of blind thoughts like an avalanche out of his control.

Those who are out of control have come to their senses

Once again, the incarnation of the Ideology reached out with its invisible tentacles to touch the minds that had once been under his jurisdiction, but was once again stopped by an invisible and qualitative barrier that prevented him from further intrusion and infiltration, and as a special life form born from the collective consciousness, he was keenly aware of the current condition of those people.

Cold, rigid, and mechanical, they not only completely got rid of the previous state of blind fanaticism, but also built a layer of mental protection to protect their minds from falling into fanaticism

Try empathy to pollute, break down this barrier, and force it to float

The tentacles of the ideology changed the previous way of floating, and tried to forcibly float up by invading the individual's mind, with blind and fanatical extreme emotions, like a steel needle, stabbed at the invisible and qualitative mental protection in front of it!

He himself is a secondary lord born from the sea of the collective unconscious, which is the place where the subconscious of countless primate beings share the underlying mind, where the traces of the primate's existence are recorded, and the individual subconscious is also connected to the sea of the collective unconscious.

Just like Bai Jie used the deep diving cockpit to 'descend' on Lin Jiaojiao before, people can dive into the sea of the unconscious through the device, and then possess another person, as the incarnation of the ideology of the secondary lord, he is even more familiar with this method, and in the memory he has, there is knowledge about how to lean over an individual.

In ancient times.

This practice is also known as a séance to the gods, or possession.

Bite!

The tentacles with a strong emotional will slammed into the mental protection, and in the void, it seemed to burst out with a crisp and pleasant crashing sound.

But the mental protection didn't play a big role before it was defeated, as if an invisible wall had been shattered, and the thought incarnation felt a little resistance coming from the tentacles, and it was easily broken through.

While breaking through the mental protection, he felt that another group of people were out of control.

The mob he had scattered all over Night City was now largely out of control, and now only a few of the people who were placed around Christina and the others were still under his control

And this number is still slowly decreasing.

There is only one person left, and it is necessary to quickly find the cause and countermeasures

The embodiment of thought follows the deep passage of the sea of the collective unconscious, and 'squeezes' into the individual subconscious like a stream of water.

Cramped, cramped, cramped.

For the vast sea of collective unconscious, the individual mental consciousness is a little too narrow.

It's like stuffing a big fat man of a few hundred pounds into a pipe with a diameter of only a few minutes, and the incarnation of the ideology is squirming with difficulty in this cramped and narrow 'pipe'.

Then the incarnation of the thought that forcibly descended on an individual saw the indifferent and rational faces.

Everyone seemed to have the same face, no, maybe it wasn't the same face, but everyone had the same cold expression, machine-like blank and dead pupils, and they were standing in a neat queue, marching in unison through the streets of Night City.

And the forcible arrival of the incarnation of the ideology disrupted this strange neatness.

The neat and orderly team showed a trace of incongruity.

The group, which had been moving in square formations, stopped at the same time, as if they were subordinating to another collective will, and everyone stopped without breaking the beat, and then everyone turned their heads in unison under the control of some inexplicable force, staring at him with white, godless pupils.

This is

The pupils of the thought avatar contracted suddenly, and he could feel that the heartbeat of the body he controlled was accelerating unnaturally, but strangely, from the body he possessed, he could not feel any changes on the emotional level.

Cold, rigid, mechanical.

He felt as if he understood what was going on, but it was too late.

Father

His ego is being rapidly peeled away, and he can feel that he is being 'disintegrated', and it feels like standing in the perspective of a bystander, watching himself collapse and disintegrate little by little, but he is still trying to pass on the fragmented information before the ego disappears.

Mechanized mind

disseminate

Beware of infections

Eventually, the incarnation fell into complete silence.

Noble Quarter.

What's wrong?! What to be careful of?

Feed! Stinky boy, call me back! What the hell is going on!

Wu Ming's face was pale, and he called the incarnation of the ideology over and over again through the channel of spiritual link, but after each message was sent, there was no response like a mud cow entering the sea.

What's wrong? Elizabeth tilted her head, a little puzzled by the sudden disconnection of the spiritual link by the incarnation of the Thinker.

I don't know. Wu Ming rubbed his brows, it sounded like he was in trouble, he might be warning us that something was spreading massively in Night City, and we should be careful of being infected

As he said this, he rubbed his temples with a little headache, and he seemed to think of something in response to the reminder of his cheap son.

Mechanical minds can't have anything to do with the people I saw before, right?

So what now? Elizabeth asked.

Wu Ming didn't answer immediately, but frowned and thought about it.

Winston listened as they spoke, and he didn't speak.

Although he wanted to jump his face and gloat at Wu Ming for finally overturning, he still didn't dare to taunt after thinking about it.

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