Fault Utopia

Chapter 627 All Suffering
After hearing what the other party said, X showed a hint of sarcasm on his face.

"It's all rationed, and Sun Jack is about to abolish currency. What's the point of asking for compensation? Sun Jack is really awesome. He can destroy capital so easily."

Hearing this, the priest raised the red book in his hand and placed it on his chest, making a sickle sign in front of the X, "No matter what you say, I see a person, not a puppet of capital. The moment God strips capital from you, you are no longer the spokesperson of capital, comrade."

X looked at the priest like he was a psychopath, and thought there was no need to talk too much to him, so he turned and left. "It's the end of the world, stop talking nonsense, just stay alive, staying alive is more important than anything else."

At this moment, the priest looked at the entire metropolis again. The entire metropolis was covered with snow. It was no different from before, but the priest saw something different in it.

He saw the traditional art of the Metropolitan Museum of Art being performed again on a tall building in the distance: jumping from a high building. It was very normal for someone to commit suicide under such high pressure.

But at this moment no one was broadcasting live anymore, and people began to appear next to the person who was jumping from the building to dissuade him. With the persuasion of those people, the person was successfully persuaded to stop jumping from the building.

Sometimes people who want to commit suicide don’t really want to die, they just need an excuse to live. However, in the past, the metropolis never gave anyone an excuse, but now it does.

At this moment, he saw Lao 6 in the dispersed crowd. The other party also saw everything that had just happened, and the other party no longer broadcast live.

The priest smiled and said to the other party: "Do you know what the metropolis today is like? It is like the primitive tribes of the past."

"In that primitive society where there was no currency or private property, benefiting others was benefiting oneself. This is true socialism. Please say thank you to Sun Jack for me."

Lao Liu reached his hand into his clothes and scratched it, looking at the other party speechlessly. "Bro~ You are also a senior executive, didn't you read the battle report? The poet beat the shit out of us, and you are happy about this situation now?"

"I've seen it. I know the current situation is very serious, but I'd like to see people finally have the qualifications to be kind, and that kindness is no longer synonymous with weakness. If the metropolis remains the same as it was in the past, then there's actually not much difference between being destroyed and not being destroyed."

Hearing this, Lao Liu shrugged his shoulders slightly and said, "You are still so radical. No wonder not many people are willing to chat with you except Sun Jieke. By the way, have you seen Ta Pai?"

The priest nodded and said, "Are you looking for her? I know where she is now. I'll take you there. She disappeared for a while. I'm afraid she might have an accident, so I asked the believers to keep an eye on her."

Under the guidance of the priest, Lao 6 came to the door of a warehouse. When the door opened, Lao 6 saw Ta Pai, or to be more precise, Ta Pai lying in a pool of blood with his brain cut open. Ta Pai was actually dead! ?
Seeing this scene, the two of them gasped and rushed over.

"Don't call BCPD, Ta Pai is not dead, he has uploaded again." After examining the body, the priest stopped Lao Liu's hand holding the port.

"Uploaded? Why?" Lao Liu was surprised.

The priest looked at Tappai's body and shook his head slowly. "I don't know. What is certain is that she felt that her body limited her abilities."

"So what if there are no restrictions? Could it be that he wants to fight the out-of-control AI on his own? Others' technology is so much higher than his. Isn't it just a show-off no matter what she does?"

The priest seemed to be thinking about something. "I don't know, but with such an obvious flaw, I believe that Tappai must have considered this."

Lao Liu looked at the corpse in front of him and was immediately worried. "Damn it, D, should I tell Bro about this? Wait, does he already know? Is this just part of their play?" Just as the two were thinking about where Ta Pai was going, a woman holding flowers walked into the subway entrance next to them. That was the Matrix. She, who used to be a puppet of the Holy Grail Man, had now completely integrated into the entire metropolis.

Half an hour later, as the crowd poured out like a tide, she came to the petri dish in front of her, inside which was a mutilated brain. It was Linda Linda.

She was not the only one who came to mourn. The ground was filled with flowers surrounding the petri dish, and many people nearby were looking at Linda Linda in the petri dish with serious expressions.

Matrix looked at these people and was suddenly moved. She really didn't expect that so many people knew Linda Linda and came to mourn.

At this moment, a man next to him suddenly choked up and cried, and confided to the others: "She is really a very good girl, you know? I am a mercenary that no one cares about, but she is the only one who gives me warmth. She is different from others. Her light... has warmth."

"Yes, that's right!" A woman with cockscomb hair stood up. "No one has ever cared if I'm feeling uncomfortable or about to give up. Only she noticed it. She comforted me, hugged me and kissed me! I'm going to the front soon. If I don't tell her, I'm afraid I'll never have another chance."

Led by them, others started talking at once. Some encouraging words appeared on Linda Linda's petri dish. Some people even drew a sexy bikini on Linda Linda's brain through the glass.

"That's enough!" Matrix angrily threw the bouquet in his hand, interrupting the clients' complaints.

"You don't care about Linda Linda at all, you just want to fuck her! If you really care about her, why was Sun Jack the only one who really helped her when she had such a hard time!"

The clients looked at each other, and finally a fat man came forward and said with difficulty: "At that time, we were barely able to survive in the metropolis. How could we help her?"

"Now that we don't have to pay for prosthetics, mortgages, or car loans, we finally don't have to worry about what to eat tomorrow. Now we are free to help others."

"Yes, if she really couldn't make it now, we would definitely help her, but it's a pity that she has become like this now."

"Get out of here! All of you, get out of here! You're a bunch of disgusting people!"

Matrix, who was totally unable to listen, was almost dead at this moment, and waved the flowers vigorously at them, trying to drive them away.

When the others saw this, they stepped back, put down their flowers and left. When the last person left, he said the last sentence: "We did have sex with her, but we also truly loved her."

"Otherwise, when a woman no longer has big breasts, a pretty face, or a capable vagina, why do you think so many people come to pay tribute to her?"

"We have hearts too, but we couldn't show it when we were in the metropolis in the past because that would mean showing weakness. Only now are we qualified to care about others."

After sending everyone else away, Matrix began to clean the graffiti on the petri dishes and rearrange the scattered bouquets on the ground.

"Come on, Linda Linda, hold on, you will wake up, you will."

(End of this chapter)