My name is Johnny Silverhand and I'm a complete loser.

What a fuck up... To be honest, when I heard this evaluation, I was very unconvinced.

After all, if I had turned back the clock to more than 50 years ago, Lao Tzu would have just stopped on the street and beckoned casually, and it wouldn't be long before a girl would come and pull my pants to serve me.

If this is considered a failure, then the single dogs of the world will survive, find a dung pit and bury their heads in it and suffocate to death.

But alas, success is not defined as such, at least... Not so for me.

As for why I suddenly changed my mind?

Oh, if you're patient, just keep listening to me.

First of all, let me introduce myself once again

- I, Johnny Silverhand, a total loser!

This loser was born in 1988, his hometown is Night City, where he lived to adulthood, and then because he was still young, his head was full of shit, and in short, he was a fool.

How stupid is he?

Oh, at that time, he was young, and he still had the patriotic ideal of "protecting the family and defending the country" in his heart, and joined the troops of the old United States, and it was not until a war in 2003 that he finally saw the true face of those insidious politicians.

There were no pure winners in that war.

At that time, the old United States was still a superpower, and countless soldiers were filled with garbage heaps called "battlefields" like scrap.

Immediately afterwards, the old United States abandoned thousands of soldiers in the middle of the war because the logistics could not keep up.

This loser was also one of the outcasts, and he had to flee the battlefield in disgrace along with the hapless soldiers.

After some time, the true face of the war was finally exposed by a brave media person

- It turns out that from the beginning to the end, this war is nothing more than a "game" of those insidious politicians and capitalists, who orchestrated this scam!

The truth is always brutal, but at the same time useful.

With the conspiracy revealed, Old America eventually loses the battle, and it seems that the matter is coming to an end here.

But I never expected that those politicians would be so shameless, and they would blame the reason for the defeat of the war on the "deserters" abandoned by them.

That's what politicians and capitalists are talking about.

But by the way, even in 2077, it will still be like this, and the new American President Myers is still deceiving the public, and he is still the same shameless.

Well, that's the story of the loser when he was a soldier.

He eventually managed to return to Night City, and changed his name to Silverhand, simply because he had a silver prosthetic arm.

Then, he formed a rock band called Wu Shi, and he sang a lot of songs, incorporating his ideas and spirit into the songs.

If you're going to ask him what his philosophy and spirit is, then I'd suggest you quit Mewtwo Films and download or buy this guy's album.

After listening to it a dozen times, you should know what his philosophy and spirit are.

Let's move on to getting back to business.

Anyway, after forming a band, this guy became so popular and became the top and most popular rock star in the world at that time.

In this way, he has endless cannons every day, endless drinks every day, and every day he is immersed in his pathetic fantasies, hoping that one day he will be able to rebel against the company and the official.

He is self-righteous, thinking that his rock songs are particularly bullish, which can make music fans awaken the spirit of resistance, and then rebel against the company and the official.

He is also very narcissistic, thinks he is extraordinarily attractive, and has soaked in a lot of women, but most of the results are lifted up and he doesn't recognize people, and he is a complete scumbag.

He was conceited and arrogant, not only did he feel that he was very good at singing, but also that he was also very good at fighting, and often held a pistol produced by the Mallorian company while singing, and when he sang high, he would shoot it into the sky, and at that moment it seemed as if the whole world was his.

Then a lot of things happened, and I didn't bother to talk about it, so if I wanted to know, I clicked on this link and went to see his shameful deeds for myself.

Anyway, in the end, he succeeded in realizing his dream - on August 20, 2023, he put a nuclear bomb on the Arasaka Tower in Night City.

...... It was a beautiful firework, the mushroom cloud that skyrocketed destroyed everything, the dark night sky was lit up by the flames of destruction, the lackeys of the Arasaka Company screamed everywhere, and the building sprinkled spilled sand and dust, which seemed to be mixed with human blood and flesh...

At that time, that stupid guy thought to himself that he had done such a vigorous thing, and it was worth it to die now.

However, he is indeed dead, and the remaining consciousness has been copied into an imprint by the [Soul Slayer], living in the virtual world in another way.

Death has no concept of time, and the same is true of the days you spend in a data prison, where you can only feel the darkness and emptiness of the endless.

More than 50 years have passed, and Night City has changed.

The residents of Night City must have seen what the city looks like now...... It's bloody.

The Arasaka Tower in Night City has also been rebuilt, and the big screature has abandoned his life and everything, and has done such a vigorous thing in his life, but in the end it has been in vain.

The building is still there, the company is still awesome, and so many fans around the world fall in love with his rock music, only to end up just for a good time.

His songs are no longer famous, people have forgotten, and now there are not many people left in the world who still know him.

His hard work, his dedication, and everything he did became worthless, and there was not even a monument after his death.

His death was meaningless.

And this is the story of Johnny Silverhand, the story of this loser.

...... (long silence)

... Let me introduce myself a little bit more.

My name is Johnny Silverhand, a corpse crawling out of hell.

For some unexplained reason, I am now resurrected.

On the first day of the resurrection, I once again carefully admired the city.

High-rise buildings are lined up, cars come and go, and floating cars flying in the sky buzz like flies.

People numbly pass by, work numbly, live numbly, thugs fight on the streets, gunshots rang out not far away, and girls invite me to play for a little money, but I'm tired and not interested.

The person who brought me back to life told me to reacquaint myself with the city, but I felt like I had been gone for more than 50 years, but it was as if I had never left.

The city is still the same as it was fifty years ago, but in a beautiful and splendid garb.

There weren't many friends left from the past, and that person and I found Rog, my former ex-girlfriend and teammate.

She's been great before, and she's even better now, becoming the king of middlemen in Night City and the queen of the afterlife's bars.

When old people meet, they naturally have to talk about a lot of things, and the two of us are no exception.

Rog has changed a lot, at least in my eyes, she has no way to match up with the grumpy chicks of the past.

She is more mature and steady, and always thinks about the gains and losses of various interests when she does things, but she is still as simple as before.

Heh, she's already a bit of a long-winded, calculating old woman.

After a long conversation, the boy took me to the north of Watson and showed me the grave of Johnny Silverhand.

I vaguely remember that it was an empty area, long forgotten and abandoned by the company, the whole sky was gray and dark, everywhere was empty, the loser was lying here, the exact location was unknown, I am afraid it had already been mixed with the silt.

I smoked a cigarette, feeling a little impetuous, inexplicably a little sad.

Is the hero twilight? Or is it a failure?

I don't understand, but I probably feel unwilling, unwilling to end up with nothing to accomplish, unwilling to die worthless.

The man seemed to sense my emotions, and after a moment of silence, he began to invite me to a funeral.

What funeral?

Saburo Arasaka's funeral!

As you can see in the news, I did participate in Saburo's funeral, took a few group photos of his corpse by the way, and sent the photos to the media, so that people around the world could have a good look at the old dog's death.

You saw it too.

- No matter what grade the big man is, as long as he is dead, he is no different from the wild dog on the side of the road, and there is no difference between him and Johnny's silver hand buried in the mud!

Death is the fairest thing in the world, no matter how much power you have, you can't bring it to hell, and in that boundless darkness, all living beings are equal in the world after death.

I'm a person who died once, so I'm qualified to say these things, and if you listen to them, no one should stand on your head and and pee in the future.

Saburo died, and I could be considered to have fulfilled a wish, but it was far from enough.

In order to avoid the limelight, I stayed incognito for a while, and ran to Dog Town with a mercenary named V, where I caused a lot of trouble.

Then came the crash, and I joined a team of fringe men to sabotage the plans and plots of the New American agents.

......

After that, I did what I had to do and left Dogtown to find Kerry.

He is my former band companion, the godfather of musicology in the world today, and a super popular rock singer.

When we first met, he was very surprised and excited, and even pulled out a gun and pointed it at my head... Of course, it was a pistol that filled the magazine and could shoot a bullet by pulling the trigger, and it was by no means a "pistol" in another sense.

However, it is impossible for him to shoot, the two of us have been friends for so many years, and only Lao Tzu can insult and accuse, it is impossible for him to fight back, he can only suffer aggrievedly.

Even if it was a dream, he would have knocked himself on the head with a pistol to wake himself up, not kill me, a silver-handed impostor.

I also understand his feelings, after all, a friend who has been dead for many years suddenly appears in front of him, and anyone will think that he is a ghost.

So I scolded him unceremoniously: You used to fucking steal Lao Tzu's pants to wear, and now I am standing in front of you, you are blind but your nose is not broken, you can't smell it?

He was stunned, and quickly realized that I should be the genuine Johnny Silver Hand, otherwise how would I know these things.

He laughed as he dragged me to the villa hall for a drink.

We watched the band's videos together, watched some old stuff, and talked a lot about the past.

In the end, I made a proposal to Kerry to get back to his old bandmates, try to rebuild the old martial arts band, and have another concert.

Kerry lived up to my expectations, and he readily agreed to the request, saying that he had already thought so.

So we took a moment to reunite our old bandmates and plan to sing them all in a low-key bar.

Unfortunately, the plans didn't keep up with the change, and our concert was eventually put on hold - the bastard who brought me back to life came to me and asked me to postpone it for a while.

I asked him why he was delayed.

He said that the concert is both the beginning and the curtain call, and should be placed on the most dazzling stage.

And that stage is the company square!

......

......

The agreed time has finally arrived.

Kerry used his connections and social resources to finally set up the stage for the concert on the central disc in the company square.

Countless media flocked to the square, and countless music fans and people began to gather around the square disc.

That night, I stood on the stage again, picked up the microphone and guitar, and this moment seemed to go back to more than 50 years ago, when the former rock kid was "really" resurrected, he was no longer a corpse, but a living "person".

I sang and sang, and the old songs were vivid in my mind, and I could clearly capture the most precise lyrics and rhythms as soon as I closed my eyes.

The scene exploded, the real sense of "people are boiling", I am passionate, passionate, and passionate!

Grass fuck company, grass fuck band, grass fuck Sh system!

I held the microphone in my hand and shouted the last lyrics into the capsule, and in an instant the world became quiet, and the sky was full of dark clouds at some point.

It rained, the rain washed over the whole world, the cold drops of water fell on my head, hands and face, I stopped singing, raised my head and spread my hands to enjoy the silence of the world, and then there was a hidden thunder on the horizon, breaking the short silence.

I threw away the microphone and pulled a pistol out of my arms and shot into the sky, the gunfire drowned out the thunder, and the rain poured down.

I tossed the microphone to Kerry and asked him to sing in my place.

"Remember! Either I'm dead or I'm coming out of the building, or you don't stop me from playing!" I hissed at him.

He frowned and asked me, what are you doing leaving the fans behind?

"Again"...... The word is so familiar.

I was stunned, and the scenes from the past came back to me.

Yes, the scene in front of me is the same as before.

And I'm ...... It's time to do what needs to be done.

Only this time, I won't lose again.

I picked up the weapon on the stage, silently walked off the stage, met with the friends in the audience, and slowly walked to the military technology building.

My name is Johnny Silverhand, uncompromising rock kid, and I'm back today for one thing - so that all of you don't have to bow down to anything from now on!

We will never die!