Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 1203 - 391: The True Meaning of the Heart of the Horizon, and the Real Strength of Collective Power

The chaos caused by Blue Eyes is finally coming to an end. The destroyed streets have been repaired, and the paralyzed modified bodies have been recovered, awaiting restoration.This batch of modified bodies is different from the previously failed 2B/A2. Their personal consciousness has been completely erased, and there is no possibility for the brain to regain consciousness after repair.

Even if it’s truly repaired, it will only be in a living dead state, not much different from a piece of rotten flesh.

However, dismantling them seems wasteful, so Lin Miao plans to recover and maintain them as standard Resurrection Coins for sale.

Yes, standard Resurrection Coins.

The resurrection process for past players:

Death - Other players retrieve their bodies and exoskeletons from the battlefield - Logistics department assesses combat damage - Compensation based on whether equipment insurance was purchased - Body repair - Resurrect after 72-hour countdown ends.

The three-day resurrection time isn’t very long, but for the Cuban battlefield, where the battles are tense due to a lack of personnel, it’s really too long.

And these tens of thousands of combat-modified bodies, just the market price of their full-body exoskeletons is tens of thousands, far higher than the average level on the players.

However, Lin Miao isn’t that greedy; after all, he picked them up for free (referring to players fighting desperately with AI).

This Resurrection Coin will be provisionally restricted to use in Cuba, with a monthly limit of one per person, priced at 50,000 Orokin, with zero cooldown for resurrection.

These exoskeletons weren’t purchased from the current market by Blue Eyes but were transported through channels between AIs, from the Korean Peninsula by submarine to Terimon, then discreetly delivered into Night City.

The quality is certainly highly guaranteed; they’re all black market goods, and no one can trace the source.

Moreover, there are at least 20,000 modified body exoskeletons stored underground.

When Lin Miao heard this news, his blood vessels nearly burst.

"You guys really don’t let people have peace of mind."

Just Richard Knight alone prepared so many; who knows how many armaments Terimon, Busan, Kowloon, and South America have hidden.

These AIs have been preparing day and night for fifty years; it’s probably enough to fight dozens of world wars!

Richard also straightforwardly said:

"For us, controlling machine production is like natural life activities such as human breathing and heartbeat. If we stop, we might feel a bit lost."

At this point, pursuing these issues further is useless anyway. After all, no matter how angry Lin Miao gets, he can’t stop those AI production lines.

Richard Knight further asked:

"Mr. Lin, you and your people denied the future I imagined, refusing to allow AI to exist as humanity’s manager. Now I really want to know what the future you envision is like. In such a society, how will you solve the issues of human ignorance and crime?"

Here he goes again.

This isn’t the first time in the past two days Richard Knight has asked Lin Miao this question.

But Lin Miao always deflected with humor.

This time, he stood in the elevator, pressing -18F.

This is the location of Horizon Corporation’s data center on Stone Ridge Mountain.

This is the entire Horizon OGAS computing center; twenty thousand servers operate rapidly under a liquid nitrogen cooling system, executing over 500 billion billion calculations per second. The computation volume reaches an astonishing level, equivalent to eighty billion people pressing keys for 200 years.

Regardless of the computation volume of a single server or the total computation volume, they far surpass the strongest supercomputers of 2025, and this is nothing compared to Huang Ban’s Oracle Center, not even one percent.

To Lin Miao, it’s still not enough, far from enough. Every expansion of the OGAS system presents an exponential increase in calculation demand due to added variables.

Let’s just say a hundred years ago, the Soviet Union trying to use that broken vacuum tube computer to run OGAS was simply dreaming, akin to Wan Hu stuffing a rocket up his backside to fly to the sky. No wonder it ended up a mess.

Even without bureaucratic interference, they wouldn’t succeed.

Meanwhile, Lucy, Song Zhaomei, and even the entire Voodoo Gang hackers work day and night optimizing algorithms and streamlining the structure.

He walked through countless servers after stepping out of the elevator, arriving at the central node. Lucy lay there as usual in that hemispherical hacker chair, her eyes tightly shut, her chest rising and falling gently like the tranquil Sleeping Beauty in a fairy tale.

Lin Miao also lay down, pulling out a cord.

"Lucy, lend me your port for a bit."

Lucy’s eyebrows twitched slightly, seemingly in agreement.

[Richard Knight: Huh? Mr. Lin, don’t you have your own network port? Surely not.]

Lin Miao’s face fell immediately; it was like saying what shouldn’t be said.

"Because my port is occupied by a shameless, despicable, utterly depraved fellow."

[System: May I pretend I didn’t hear that?]

Lin Miao gritted his teeth: "Of course you can, 882, you... never mind, I won’t stoop to your level. If I can’t extract anything from a year’s stash, watch me use you as a sacrifice."

He originally wanted to curse badly but held it back.

[System: (Afraid)]

Lin Miao inserted the cord into the back of Lucy’s neck, then lay back with his eyes closed, his arms crossed over his chest.

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Cyberspace

When Lin Miao opened his eyes, he was already in an immense data world, surrounded on both sides by bookshelves that reached neither top nor end, stretching endlessly. These bookshelves were divided into countless grids, neatly filled with innumerable books, each grid labeled accordingly.

Technical, life, entertainment, research, teaching were infinitely detailed, and the connections between them could be seen, described as magnificent. If moved to reality, Lin Miao doubts it might occupy the land of a city.