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It was like having a second personality, suddenly bursting into laughter. This inexplicable excitement made Adam Smasher feel uneasy. In the white space, Control instantly flew to Adam Smasher's side, extended a finger, and tapped. With Control's finger movement, Adam Smasher felt a strange sensation, as if his consciousness had been pulled back to Night City. Looking down, he found his form had returned to a mechanized body, once again becoming the famous mercenary.
Control excitedly circled Adam Smasher, carefully observing his Prosthesis, every mechanical joint, every gun barrel, and blade. Its face showed a satisfied and appreciative expression, as if admiring a piece of art. A hint of madness and fondness flashed in Control's eyes, like a mad artist admiring their own work.
"Wow, it's truly shocking," Control exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement and satisfaction. "Adam Smasher, you are such a perfect killing machine, every part meticulously designed, every move deadly. Your name has become a legend in Night City, a synonym for fear. This is the most efficient killing weapon, ruthless, cold-blooded, precise."
Its eyes scanned Adam Smasher back and forth, as if searching for more words of praise. Its expression revealed a hint of sickly affection, as if it really liked Adam Smasher as the perfect killing machine.
However, Adam Smasher felt a wave of inexplicable indifference and helplessness. His body was a perfect killing tool, yet his heart was bound by endless resentment and hatred. Once again, he felt the burden he couldn't let go of, the fate he couldn't escape.
The mocking laughter echoed in his ears, but Adam Smasher felt a deep chill. In this white space, amidst the mad admiration of control, he once again felt the binding and endless emptiness he couldn't escape. Endless anger surged in his heart again, but he couldn't express it, only helplessly watching control reveling in its sickly affection.
The controller carefully looks over Adam Smasher's body, occasionally making admiring sounds, seemingly very satisfied with Adam Smasher's mechanized body. Its fingertips glide over Adam Smasher's Prosthesis, carefully analyzing the design and function of each mechanical component. Its eyes shine with a focused and appreciative light, seemingly deeply drawn to Adam Smasher's Prosthesis.
"You see, the design of this joint ensures both flexibility and stability. And this muzzle, it's simply a perfect weapon design," the controller analyzes enthusiastically. "This body is definitely the ultimate fighting machine."
It suddenly stopped and chuckled, saying, "Oh, I've been talking this whole time and forgot to let you speak. Let me correct that." As it finished speaking, it waved its hand gently, and Adam Smasher immediately felt his consciousness released. He could finally express his feelings freely.
Adam Smasher's anger immediately flared up, without any hesitation, he released his inner fury. He cursed at the controller, "You damn monster, let me out! I'm not your experiment, nor a toy for you to play with!"
His roar echoed in the space, every word revealing his anger and dissatisfaction. He glared at Control with fury, as if trying to burn it to ashes with his gaze.
However, Control seemed completely indifferent to Adam Smasher's anger, maintaining that crazy smile and seemingly deriving some satisfaction and joy from Adam Smasher's rage. It giggled, completely ignoring Adam Smasher's curses, and instead appeared even more excited and delighted.
"Wow, it's really amazing, Adam Smasher, your anger is truly full of vitality and energy. This is exactly what I want to see," Control sneered, its laughter making Adam Smasher feel deeply insulted and helpless. In this inescapable digital space, he could only helplessly endure the mockery and insults of Control, with each word feeling like a nail deeply piercing his heart.
Adam Smasher's anger seemed unable to shake Control's emotions, instead it seemed to bring Control more pleasure. Every action of control, every smiling expression, felt like it was stimulating Adam Smasher's nerves. He wanted to tear Control apart, wanted to shatter its smiling face, but in this strange space, he couldn't resist at all. His anger and helplessness intertwined, forming a heavy shackle tightly binding his consciousness.
Suddenly, with a gentle wave of control, the voice of Adam Smasher disappeared. He struggled to open his mouth, wanting to roar out the anger in his heart, but his mouth seemed to be tightly sealed by some invisible force, unable to make any sound.
Control slowly stood up, its smiling face still filled with a triumphant expression. It looked at Adam Smasher and said lightly, " Adam, I sense your anger, but such anger is of no help to you. In this space, I am the master, and you are my guest. Now, I would like to offer you a suggestion."
Adam Smasher was filled with doubt, but he couldn't express any feelings, only staring tightly at the control, waiting for its next words.
"How about it, interested in making a deal?" the control continued, its voice still calm and confident. It seemed to have complete control over Adam Smasher's fate, leaving him feeling deeply powerless and hopeless.
In the eyes of control, Adam Smasher saw a hint of inexplicable anticipation, as if it really wanted to get something from him. However, Adam Smasher could not understand what this mysterious data body really wanted, and what he could provide.
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