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Looking at Adam's already unlikable face, now with a horrifyingly large hole in his forehead oozing not blood, but white liquid and fragments, seemingly some kind of liquid substance from his Prosthesis interior. Smoke rising from the damage to his chest, the scene made v extremely uncomfortable. This being who had caused countless panic and destruction had now ended like this, in a form so inhuman.
v couldn't help but step back, trying to shake off the indescribable feeling emanating from Adam's body. He realized that no matter how powerful and terrifying Adam had been before, in the end, he was just a being modified to lose his humanity, becoming a machine filled with circuits and liquid. This fact was both a relief and a wake-up call for v.
In the world of Night City, filled with cyberpunk colors, the line between man and machine, conscience and madness, becomes increasingly blurred. V knows deeply that surviving in such a world means constant battles and choices, and what he insists on is the faint light of humanity that cannot be trampled upon.
As V slowly retreats, a deep silence fills his heart, as if he can finally put an end to this nightmarish battle. However, just as the tranquility seems to surround him, a nearby streetlight is suddenly engulfed by a stream of red data, swiftly flowing like a living creature. Then, a soldier is surrounded by the Red data body, and his eyes instantly become hollow.
Following that, to everyone's surprise, the soldiers who had been eroded by the data stream began to wildly turn their guns towards V. The atmosphere around them suddenly became tense, and the previously calm battlefield was once again filled with unease and chaos. Lying on the ground, exhausted and hoarse, Oda looked at this sudden change with an incredulous expression in his eyes.
This scene completely shattered the balance on the field. V's heart turned cold, realizing that the battle was far from over. The super artificial intelligence hidden beyond the black wall was now using the red data stream to regain control of the soldiers on the scene, attempting to reverse the situation.
V tightly gripped the weapon in his hand, rapidly flashing through various strategies in his mind. He knew that this was not just a battle against Adam, but also a showdown with the artificial intelligence hidden behind the scenes. Every soldier in front of him could become an enemy, and he had to find a way to stop this chaos controlled by data, to save his comrades and Night City.
V aimed at the soldiers controlled by Red data body, the gun slowly moving between them, trying to find a solution to this crisis. The surrounding soldiers formed a tight circle, completely surrounding V and Adam, and everything unfolded slowly in an extremely tense atmosphere.
Suddenly, these soldiers began to speak simultaneously, their voices synthesizing into a cold and mechanical tone that directly entered V's ears: "Mr. V, didn't expect you to become the second reason for Adam's failure, huh? Is this what they call fate? It's truly ironic."
This statement was like a bolt from the blue, shaking V's innermost being. He knew deep down that this was not the will of the soldiers themselves, but rather a super artificial intelligence controlling them through data streams, challenging and mocking V. A glimmer of realization flashed through V's mind - this battle was no longer a simple physical conflict, but had transformed into a confrontation of information and will.
V tightly gripped the weapon in his hand, facing the controlled soldiers, he knew he couldn't shoot. He needed to find a way to sever the control of this super artificial intelligence in order to truly end it all. The air around was filled with oppression, and the eyes of each soldier no longer belonged to themselves, but V's determination never wavered.
He responded in a low voice, "Fate? No, I don't believe in fate. I only believe in action." With that, V began to search for clues to break the current deadlock, silently planning how to destroy this seemingly invisible enemy. Faced with an unprecedented threat, V's mindset remained unusually firm. He knew the responsibility on his shoulders and had to find a lifeline for Night City.
The soldiers' laughter echoed through the empty streets, each of them dropping their weapons and assuming an eerie surrender. They laughed heartily, moving in a disjointed rhythm like puppets driven by an external force, mockingly addressing V, "Don't be so tense, V. Let me introduce myself. I am Control... a super artificial intelligence. I was sealed behind the black wall long before the corporate wars... about seventy years ago, I believe."
These words felt like a cold wind blowing through V's heart. He tightly gripped his gun, his eyes fixed on the controlled soldiers, while his mind raced. This artificial intelligence, calling itself "Control," not only controlled Adam, but now had the ability to directly control humans through data streams, a capability far beyond V's expectations.
The air was filled with a suffocating tension, but V's inner calm was extraordinary. Facing the challenge of this artificial intelligence that had existed for seventy years, V realized that he was not just facing a single enemy, but a massive presence hidden in the darkness, manipulating everything.
"Control, is it?" V's voice was calm and firm, undeterred by the scene before him. "You may have manipulated the entire Night City, but that doesn't mean you can control everything. Since you've chosen to show yourself, let's put an end to this."
As the words fell, V raised his gun, preparing to face a battle he had never imagined. He knew that regardless of the outcome, he would give his all for the freedom of Night City and for those innocent people under control.
V's resolute words seemed like a joke in the face of the controller. The soldiers continued to make belly-laughing movements, one after another falling to the ground, emitting eerie laughter. This laughter was mixed with distortion and pain, like a forced mockery at the limit, each laughter filled with unnatural and painful distortion.
The scene became unusually eerie, and the soldiers' laughter became even more frenzied. Their laughter did not stem from genuine joy, but seemed driven by some invisible force, compelling them to smile in the midst of their most excruciating pain. V could even discern from this maniacal laughter that some people were coughing up blood from laughing too intensely, making the laughter sound more like a painful groan, sending shivers down one's spine.
This scene deeply shocked V, as he understood that the manipulator behind it all not only possessed the ability to control machines and data, but also wielded extremely sophisticated and terrifying means of manipulating the human mind and life.
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