Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 1 1.2075 years

"Good morning, Night City! Yesterday's death toll in all the blocks totaled only four. I don't think anyone could have expected this number. I wonder how many people have lost their pants. You all have to thank the NCPD officers. If they hadn't stopped you from getting rich while eating donuts and shooting guns, there would have been no less than twenty people killed yesterday.
The Watson Vortex Gang was making trouble again in the Kabuki District yesterday. I don't know when these psychopaths who are obsessed with transformation can be at peace for even a second. The Valentino Gang in Heywood seems to have run into trouble. They don't even celebrate their traditional festival, the Day of the Dead. They are wandering around the streets with their pants up. This day is really endless. Well, the Pacific State is still the Pacific State. I think the city hall should really give them an award to celebrate this peaceful day. In short, I am your best friend Stan. Join me and start a new day of chasing dreams in Night City."

The noisy sound woke Carl up.

"Shit. My head hurts."

Carl, who felt like he was leaning against a wall, opened his eyes, only to see a colorful scene in front of his blurred eyes. The various colors were impacting his eyes, and the stimulation he felt with his eyes open was more painful than with his eyes closed.

“The billboard was so bright that it was blinding”

After his brain was stunned for a while to absorb the information received after his eyes gradually became clear, Carl found himself lying in a smelly garbage dump on the upper floor of an apartment building, looking at the scenery in the patio of the apartment building through the guardrail that was less than one meter and two meters high.

The billboard, which wanted to fill up every gap and crowded every place, but regretted that its brilliance was not bright enough, flashed and reflected a blurry and somewhat psychedelic color in front of Carl.

Feeling uncomfortable all over, Carl barely supported his aching body and stood up from the smelly garbage dump and looked around.

The corridor of this apartment building was about a hundred meters long. A group of guys dressed in strange and futuristic styles were standing in groups of three or four in various places in the corridor and talking. No one paid any attention to Carl who was lying in the garbage dump.

"What is this all about?"

Feeling the fogginess in his head dissipate a little, Carl tried to recall his last moments of consciousness before he fainted.

Carl, surnamed Ka and given name Er, is a man with an extremely rare surname, but Carl's life is ordinary. Apart from his good looks and his love for playing games, there is nothing worth mentioning. In his memory, he seemed to be watching a gameplay demonstration video of a game.
and then?
His memory was fragmented here, and the last impression he had was that he was watching a video.

'What are you doing?'

Recalling the last gameplay demonstration video he watched repeatedly, called "Cyberpunk 2077", Carl was suddenly stunned.

Because the last fragment of his memory was exactly the same as the scene in front of him.

Isn’t this super skyscraper the apartment where the protagonist V lives in the demonstration video?
Only then did Carl take a serious look at the group of guys dressed strangely. He had only taken a quick glance and thought that they were dressed strangely, but now looking carefully, the messy things on those people, weren't they prosthetics!

What is a prosthesis? It is something similar to a prosthetic limb, a future biology and medical technology that appears in science fiction and literary works. Its essence is to replace the human body's defective or overly fragile flesh with something like machinery or bionic flesh.

Are these things real?
Carl glanced at a passing apartment resident, and when his gaze moved to between the other person's legs, or to be more precise, to the crotch, he immediately believed that he had traveled through time.

As for why.

Because it's glowing!
Shit, that guy's bottom is glowing, and it's changing color, is this some kind of LGBT rainbow?!

As far as Carl was concerned, he had never seen such an exciting thing, at least in the country where he lived.

Inexplicably, I came to a place exactly like the one in the video, and I also saw this shocking scene. Oh, this is not a description, because the guy with the light below was really shrugging. Carl was referring to his shoulders. This guy was like he had epilepsy, with light below and his body shaking and swaying. Carl, who was standing in the garbage dump, did not block the way of the glow man, so he walked over shaking his body. After Carl left, he also left the garbage dump, trying to find the last bit of hope in his heart, hoping that this was not a real affirmation. When he stood by the guardrail and looked up at the patio, a floating car just passed by the sky.

"Okay, accept the reality."

Carl patted his cheek with his dirty hands without any disgust, and he finally understood his own time travel.

Although his original world had developed some concept cars called floating cars, those things were completely incomparable to the vehicles that Carl saw now, traveling through the sky at extremely high speeds. The technological gap between the two could not be filled in a few years. What else could he do?

At least the place he traveled to was a cyberpunk world he was already familiar with, rather than some dark 40K universe, and he didn't need to howl like a fart whose toes had been stepped on.

Carl stood by the guardrail and waited for a while, but did not hear any system prompts. It seemed that he was alone in his journey and had no system to chat with.

Is it possible that I am a traveler and can retain some of my original body's memories?
While he was thinking this, a reckless resident of the apartment pulled down his pants and urinated not far from Carl. Carl actually saw his own reflection in the strangely colored liquid.

Oops, it’s wearing.

But it seems not entirely true.

Staring at the reflection of himself who probably looked only about eighteen or nineteen years old, Carl still remembered that he was already twenty-four years old.

Do you provide young services? Give a good review.

Ignoring the person next to him who was groggy after peeing and almost fell headfirst into the fluid in his own body, Carl strolled through the apartment building, wanting to know what year it was.

As for the date, he already knew it when he heard the voice of Stanley, the announcer of Night City, in a daze. Because the announcer mentioned the Day of the Dead, and according to Carl's memory, it was a festival in Mexico similar to the Ghost Festival, celebrated on November 11st or 1nd. According to that, today should be November 2nd or 11rd.

As for why Carl knew it, it was because he had seen an animation called "Coco", and the inspiration for that animation came from the Day of the Dead.

After walking a few steps, Carl got the information he wanted.

Among the changing billboards in the corridor, one had a date marked on it.

It was an ad for the Dead Man's Lottery, and the date on it was
2075 11 Month 3 Day.

Is it the year 2075?
I have no idea what happened.

Just as Carl was thinking this, he suddenly realized that he did have a golden finger.

These texts and previous notices are not in a language or script that I am familiar with, so why can I understand them all?
(End of this chapter)