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In the vast expanse of pure white Numeric space, the Red data body's movements were completely unexpected. It suddenly lifted the "body" of Adam Smasher, placing him in a chair that appeared out of nowhere. Immediately, a table and another chair materialized in the air, and Red data body sat down gracefully, leaning comfortably against the chair back.
It looked at Adam Smasher with a playful interest, and slowly spoke, "Would you like some tea or coffee?" Its tone revealed a calm and unhurried demeanor. Then, it suddenly chuckled and mockingly added, "Or perhaps you'd prefer some motor oil?"
This kind of sarcasm and contempt filled Adam Smasher's consciousness with strong anger. He wanted to retort fiercely, to stand up, to break free from being played with. However, no matter how hard he tried, his "body" in this Numeric space seemed completely beyond his control, stiff as an immovable model.
The anger in his consciousness burned hotter and hotter, but in this virtual space, he couldn't react at all, only helplessly watching the mockery and ridicule of Red data body. He felt an unprecedented powerlessness and humiliation, not just towards Red data body, but also towards his own fate, filled with dissatisfaction and despair.
Red data body seems to greatly enjoy the helplessness and loss of control of Adam Smasher, looking at him with a smug smile. In this boundless white space, Adam Smasher' consciousness is tormented by ruthless mockery and an irresistible reality, making him feel the pain of being better off dead in every moment.
Red data body seems completely unconcerned with Adam Smasher' tension and agitation, effortlessly conjuring a pot of fresh hot coffee and two delicate coffee cups. It pours a cup for itself first, then slowly pours one for Adam Smasher. Its skilled movements seem so familiar, as if it were an experienced barista.
It picked up its coffee cup, gently swirled it, allowing the aroma of the coffee to slowly diffuse in the space. It looked at the black liquid in the cup, then sniffed it lightly, appearing to thoroughly enjoy it. Its expression seemed intoxicated, and then it began to analyze the coffee in a frivolous yet professional tone.
"This is an excellent cup of dark roast coffee," it began, "From the texture and aroma of the beans, it's evident that it comes from Colombia in South America. Moreover, judging from its roasting level, it should have undergone Italian-style deep roasting, giving it a very rich and mellow flavor."
It continued its analysis: "The processing of the beans should involve washing with water, which makes the coffee taste cleaner and brings out the distinct characteristics of the single origin. However, this processing method also causes it to lose some of the raw and wild qualities of the original beans, which may be considered a minor drawback."
As it continued its analysis, it seemed to become more and more excited, even a bit self-satisfied. It took a sip and closed its eyes, seemingly savoring the wonderful flavor of the coffee. Meanwhile, Adam Smasher was at a loss, trapped in this strange space, watching the playful data body in front of him, feeling his anger and frustration gradually dissipate with the passage of time.
Red data body took a sip of coffee leisurely, suddenly revealing a humorous smile, and then it began to say, "Actually, I can't taste what this coffee really tastes like at all. I'm just describing to you the possible flavors and textures of this cup of coffee based on the generated data. In this Numeric space, everything is virtual, and everything can change." As soon as it finished speaking, the liquid in its coffee cup suddenly turned into clear tea.
It continued, "You see, now it has turned into tea again." It raised the cup to indicate, then took a sip lightly. Just as it touched the cup with its lips, the tea suddenly turned into black motor oil. Red data body seemed unperturbed, instead displaying a playful smile.
It put down the cup and looked at Adam Smasher, seemingly enjoying his shock and surprise. It said, "In this space, everything is possible, everything is virtual. Your feelings, your memories, even your existence, are just numbers and data."
Adam Smasher felt a chill. Although he couldn't move, his consciousness was clear, and he felt a panic he had never experienced before. He had once been a combination of flesh and machine, but now he was just a data body in this Numeric space. He couldn't feel anything, couldn't react, and could only quietly watch the mocking Red data body in front of him, feeling his own powerlessness and insignificance.
Red data body looked at the cup in his hand, which kept changing its form, seemingly enjoying the pleasure brought by this transformation. The cup transformed from a goblet to a mug, then into a teacup, and finally, it turned into a cold, icy gun. The gun was aimed at Adam Smasher, and a hint of playfulness flashed in Red data body's eyes.
It taunted, "You see, what in this world remains unchanged? Even this cup can instantly become a deadly weapon. In this digital world, nothing is fixed anymore, everything can be redefined."
It put down the gun and walked slowly to the front of Adam Smasher, bowing its head to look at him as if examining an interesting toy. "You used to be a loyal servant of the Arasaka, the ruler of Night City, but now, you are just a digital existence trapped in this endless void. Your anger, your regret, and your fear, all of it becomes meaningless here."
The red data body returned to its seat, sat down again, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of its mouth. "This world is not as simple as you think, Adam. Even though you were once a fusion of machine and human, you still cannot escape the laws of change. Just like now, you are just data."
Its words made Adam Smasher resentment boil, but he couldn't refute or resist, only helplessly watching this mysterious Red data body, feeling its mockery and contempt. In this endless virtual world, he was no longer a ruler, no longer had any power, just an empty data. He could feel his own powerlessness and loss, but he couldn't make any changes, only endlessly wandering in this blank world.
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