Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 2 2. Here I come
After discovering his golden finger ability that he could get in 2075 by installing a translator, Carl was a little excited, because he had already prepared to face this messed up world naked and with a clear conscience. However, before facing it, he found out that he was actually wearing underwear, which was enough of a consolation.

He wasn't the guy who drank too much 'Water of Life', so he would feel at ease if he was fine, so he would wear some underwear.

Okay, now that I have adjusted my mood, I now need to decide what to do next.

After thinking about it for a while, Carl had the answer.

Anyway, let's first find a place to live and enough food to keep from starving to death. Well, I also need some mobile communicator or something. I don't know if there are any normal mobile phones for sale in this world except for the ones with retrofitted and external prosthetics.

Carl didn't have the idea of ​​relying on his own body to fight against machines. He would definitely install a prosthetic body if possible, but just think about it and you will know that such high-tech will be extremely expensive. Maybe the old thing will be cheaper?
Of course, it may also become expensive because it is too old.

As his mind raced, Carl walked back to the guy who had collapsed to the ground in a daze after peeing.

Carl noticed that the young man, who looked to be about 25 or 26 years old and had a green cockscomb and iron plates on both sides of his cheeks, had a pistol dropped next to him.

'Junkton.'

Ok?
Carl felt as if he saw something on the pistol, but it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

This doubt made him look intently at the pistol, and to his surprise, as he stared at the pistol, words that he could understand appeared in his eyes.

[Military Technology M-10 AF Lexington]: A product of Military Technology, a small-sized kinetic pistol that is light, easy to use, and has little recoil, suitable for subduing people.

Oh, it seems that my golden finger can not only understand the meaning of words, but also weapons.

Then can we just look at people?

With this thought in mind, Carl looked at the young man with a green cockscomb, and the same words appeared in front of him.

[Insufficient information]

Insufficient intelligence?

Why is there insufficient intelligence? Is there any difference between people and weapons?
Just as he was thinking this, a light bulb went off in Carl's mind, and he suddenly understood why.

In order to verify this idea, he looked intently at other people passing by, and as he watched, the word displayed by each person was insufficient information, but the weapons they carried on their waists had origins that Carl could tell from some of them, while others also indicated insufficient information.

‘So that’s it. ’

Carl understood that this golden finger was not a translator, but just a summary of his memory. Carl had seen those words and heard those words before, and his golden finger summarized the meaning of those words in his mind, dug out those things buried deep in his memory, and translated them for him.

The reason why Carl was able to figure it out was because he remembered that he had seen the introduction to the Lexington weapon in the advance information about the game, and that introduction was exactly the same as what he saw now.

To some extent, it is a photographic memory that automatically helps me summarize my memories.

Nice capability, its functions go beyond a simple translator.

Carl stared at the Lexington, then looked at the green-haired Cockscomb lying there, and after thinking for a while, he still did not pick up the weapon.

It’s not that he has a noble bottom line, but because Carl found that this guy’s body was still shaking.

What if this guy suddenly wakes up and subconsciously grabs the gun and shoots himself?

"Let's think of other ways."

Just as Carl was thinking this, he suddenly found that the green-haired cockscomb in front of him stopped shaking, and then the words he was looking at changed. [Dead, cause of death, excessive drug use]

Carl looked around other places. He was next to the garbage dump of the apartment building. There were basically no people there, in other words.

"Generally speaking, the dead are the greatest, but for me right now, the living are the greatest. Sorry to bother you."

Carl picked up the pistol from the ground and found that as the green-haired cockscomb stopped shaking, some colorful pieces of paper slipped out of his pocket.

【EUR】

"You're quite polite."

After receiving the total of two hundred and thirty euros, Carl saluted the green-haired man as a token of condolence, then turned and left.

Carl has memorized his appearance, and he will remember this messy favor.

'If you still have relatives, I will repay them when I have the ability to find them myself.'

Carl is not a man of noble morals. He simply believes that a favor must be repaid and a grudge must be avenged, although in a true sense, this matter is actually stealing.

Hiding Lexington under his clothes, Carl, wearing a black coat, walked towards the elevator. Anyway, he would take it one step at a time and look for places on the street to see if there is a mobile phone or similar items. In this future world, even a monk will need a receiver to receive offerings.

Entering the noisy elevator playing various advertisements, Carl pressed the down button. As the elevator continued to descend, the light shining through the shabby door of the elevator reflected on his face, making his expression look blurry and unreal.

"boom."

Amid the distortion sounds of old machinery, the elevator door opened and Carl walked out of the super skyscraper.

What caught his eyes was light.

The colorful lights shine brightly on the tall buildings and the bustling crowds.

Night City is a city located in the Free State of Northern California, on the Coronado Bay on the west coast of the United States. It has been described as the city of dreams and the capital of crime. But now when Carl sees the real Night City, his first impression is that it is absolutely inconsistent with it and even a little ridiculous.

City of Light.

A city filled with light.

It's too dazzling, it's a little blinding.

Carl looked at the city and suddenly smiled.

But whether it is the City of Dreams, the City of Crime, the City of Light, or the City of Night, it doesn’t matter.

Because I already exist in this city.

Anyway, here I am.

Carl closed his eyes and faced the sky, then lowered his head again and opened his eyes to look at the street.

I'm Carl, here I come!

(End of this chapter)