Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 6 6. Call me KK
"What? You don't have any chip receiver or operating system installed on you, and you don't even have a cell phone?"

In the restaurant, hearing Carl say this, Oliver widened his glasses in disbelief and looked at Carl as if he were a freak.

He originally wanted to use the money in his account to repay Carl for saving his life, but he didn't expect Carl to tell him that he didn't have an online account, didn't have any prosthetics installed, and didn't even have the basic operating system modification to add a chip.

"Even the homeless are no longer like this now. Even monks who advocate not wearing prosthetics will have external receivers or mobile phones to collect incense money. So you are a 'pure race'?"

"That's not the case. You can assume that I haven't been exposed to these things in my previous life environment. It's troublesome to explain in detail. Do you have any way to install the operating system?"

"Of course there is a way. Just find a prosthetics doctor to do it. If you want to transform yourself and add some prosthetics to yourself, that's no problem. This is a small matter. It's just a matter of time. I'm just surprised that you've only been exposed to it now."

"I want to find a prosthetic doctor right now."

Carl, who had already eaten his fill of Chinese cold noodles, drank the overly sweet "Little Coke". To be honest, he didn't really like this kind of astringent cola.

"Then wait for me a moment."

Oliver's eyes began to flicker as he spoke. "Let me check if there is a prosthetic doctor with a good reputation nearby. If it's in Santo Domingo, I guarantee I can find four or five for you. But this is Watson District after all, and I'm not very familiar with it. Oh, there really is one, Victor-Victor, I seem to have heard of this name somewhere, um, it's less than a hundred meters away from our current restaurant, do you want to go over there?"

Victor?
Hearing this name, Carl already knew the information.

[Victor is a pseudo-doctor in Night City who runs a clinic in Little Chinatown. He seems to have been an illegal doctor for some time in the past.]

Oh, old acquaintance.

Carl still had some impression of Victor. According to the information he knew, he was the cyborg doctor of the protagonist V in 2077. Since he was the protagonist's doctor, his skills must be trustworthy.

"Then let's go there now."

"Don't be so anxious. You don't know the way!"

Feeling that this savior, whom he had just met and got along well with, was acting in a hurry, Oliver quickly followed him and walked beside him to lead the way.

As they walked, he also told Carl about the price of prostheses.

"Don't worry, my sister is a prosthetics doctor. I know a lot about the price and quality of prosthetics. Your money is more than enough to get a military-grade parallel-line operating system, and the remaining money can be used to buy other things. If the price given by this prosthetics doctor is too outrageous, we can just turn around and leave. I won't cheat you. Anyway, it's just an operating system, any doctor can do it. If they all cheat, I will take you to my sister and guarantee a fair price."

After a moment of silence, Carl asked a question.

"Do you usually talk so much?"

"You saved my life, and I feel like we get along well. To be honest, I've been in the Sixth Street Gang for a week, but I still feel suffocated. It's so troublesome to always emphasize military style and military rules. By comparison, I still feel more comfortable with you."

"Is your sexual orientation okay?"

"What are you talking about? My family is a traditional American family. We don't do those kinds of things. I'm definitely a masculine person and I prefer feminine people. I've had two ex-girlfriends."

Perhaps it was because he was restrained and suppressed in the Six Street Gang that his personality was suppressed. After finally being freed because all his teammates died, Oliver seemed to be a bit chattering. "Alas, I will probably be scolded by the higher-ups when I go back this time. I have already reported the relevant matters to the gang. No matter what, I am the only one who survived, and I will definitely be blamed and criticized by the families of the other dead. Later, the higher-ups may be forced to kick me out of the gang under pressure. For the sake of my father, they will not kill me, but will probably let me get out of Santo Domingo. But I am also tired of being in the Six Street Gang. This time I can get away from the control of my family and do something free."

"Even if it wasn't your fault, you still tried so hard to kill so many people and get kicked out of the gang?"

"Who told us that our deputy captain was a ballless gilded idiot? He died easily with nothing under his crotch, but the gang had to give Will Cannon a picked-up ball to explain."

"Will Cannon?"

"He's a veteran in our Sixth Street Gang. The dead Gilded Guy was his nephew. I just found out his identity when we were having dinner. It was really weird. He almost died on his first mission, and then he was implicated by a stupid dead guy."

Oliver complained, but a smile appeared on his face, and then he nudged Carl's body with his elbow: "Brother, what's the matter, I'm going to be penniless and beg on the street soon. Considering that I owe you a life, do you want to do something with me, such as becoming a mercenary or something?"

"I think your life is more than enough to offset the cost of one meal."

Carl's words were calm, but he was somewhat interested in Oliver's suggestion of working together. "But if we become mercenaries together, it doesn't matter. I never mind. You are a local of Night City, and you have an acquaintance there, which makes it convenient for you to complete missions."

"Then it's settled, buddy. From now on, we'll form a sharpshooter team. You'll be in charge of the sharpshooter, and I'll be in charge of helping you search for money?"

"I think you're a pretty good shot, too."

"Isn't this inferior to you?"

As Oliver was speaking, he suddenly remembered something very important: "By the way, I have always had to call you brother, but I don't even know your name, so how should I address you?"

"Karl, last name Ka, first name Er, just read it the other way around, no Erka. Um, of course, you can also call me by the operational nickname you just thought of. I think in future operations, in order to not expose too much information, you can also call me by this code name."

"Code name, oh, I know, it's the same as the latter part of Johnny Silverhand, Morgan Blackhand, Adam Hammer, etc., right? Indeed, to become a mercenary, you have to emulate these legends. But my name can be seen everywhere, I don't care about this kind of action nickname. What's your action nickname? I'll remember it."

“Just some simple English letters.”

Thinking of the letter V that belonged to the protagonist in his memory, Carl smiled as he thought of his own name: "Call me KK."

"KK?"

"This is actually a code name that can be thought of as my name. My name is Carl, so it should start with K."

"Oh I got it."

In fact, this is just one of the reasons. For Carl, another layer of meaning involves the homophones of Korean and Chinese that only he can understand.

KK, the name means Kaka, and this word with Chinese pronunciation has another homophonic meaning in Korean.

That is 'Your Excellency', 'The Commander-in-Chief'.

(End of this chapter)