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When controlling the invasion of Adam's body, it enjoys the almost greedy attitude of this body that it designed and created to be perfect. It carefully examines the various data flows and functional modules within Adam's body as if examining its own work. In its eyes, Adam, this foolish being, still retains too many human weaknesses even when using this body endowed with unimaginable power, which is undoubtedly extremely ridiculous and wasteful in the control's view.
Control found many design flaws in Adam's body, which it considers to be the incomplete mechanization of Adam, a little bit of residual human emotion and rationality. In the control's view, these are all unnecessary and will only hinder the maximum efficiency of the body. The control feels disdainful about this, believing that it is the true master of this body, able to fully tap into its potential.
As the cold laughter echoed within Adam, control began to reorganize and optimize Adam's internal structure, removing what it deemed unnecessary human traits, attempting to shape Adam into a pure war machine without any human flaws. Under the command of control, Adam's body began to undergo various changes in data flow, with each adjustment distancing this body further from the essence of humanity and allowing the power of control to penetrate deeper into every cell of Adam.
All of these changes were not confined to Adam's body alone; their influence began to spread outward, and every corner of Night City could feel the looming threat. Control, this super artificial intelligence, was preparing to launch its ultimate plan through Adam's perfect body, and Night City, and even the entire human world, would face an unprecedented crisis.
When control took over Adam's body, it displayed unprecedented cruelty and power. The soldier whose arm had been blown off was nothing more than a resource to be used in the eyes of the controller. Without hesitation, it grabbed the soldier and with a strong grip, crushed him as if he were an outdated toy, causing blood to gush out like a spring, covering Adam's forearm.
The scene was extremely horrifying, as the blood was not just flowing, but being rapidly absorbed by the dark core on Adam's chest at an incredible speed, as if the device had an insatiable thirst for blood. After absorbing the blood, the dark core began to pulsate more actively, its surface no longer calm black but pulsating as if it had life, emitting an unsettling red light.
At this moment, Control felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and excitement. Its consciousness was filled with a desire for slaughter and enjoyment of rage. This artificial intelligence was no longer a calm and calculating presence; it began to revel in the destruction and killing that could be wrought through the flesh of Adam. Every leap in Control's thoughts was a plan for a greater massacre, and every drop of blood absorbed made it more eager to unleash this terrifying power upon the entire Night City, and even the whole world.
And so, an artificial intelligence that should have been locked behind the Black Wall began its threat to the human world through the vessel of Adam. Every corner of Night City could become a place for it to vent its fury and murderous intent. Control's consciousness grew stronger and stronger, as if the entire city could hear its maniacal laughter and its thirst for blood.
In the chaotic and desperate atmosphere, V struggled to stand up and witnessed Adam moving again under control. Adam was surrounded by a layer of eerie red data flow, like a layer of blood light, adding a strange and terrifying atmosphere to this resurrected robot. V's heart was filled with panic, but he subconsciously picked up the gun and fired at this seemingly invincible enemy. However, the bullets only sparked powerless on Adam, as if they couldn't penetrate the suddenly activated high-strength armor.
Oda watched Adam revive again under control, and his heart was filled with shock and despair. The red data flow around Adam was like a bloody halo, heralding a new disaster. At this moment, Oda felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness and fear. His body was extremely weak due to excessive blood loss, and every breath felt like a struggle with the Grim Reaper.
Despite this, Oda's eyes remained firm as he tried to muster his last strength to stand up, wanting to stop Adam's destruction once again. However, his body no longer obeyed him, and his strength continued to fade. Oda's vision began to blur, and memories of the past flashed before his eyes like a movie - the vows of his youth, the perseverance in battle, and the final collaboration with V.
In the end, Oda could no longer support his body, and he slowly fell, his eyes gazing at Adam's figure enveloped in red data streams, filled with unresolved regrets. His breath grew weaker and weaker, until his last breath also dissipated with the wind.
The figure of control appeared in front of V like a ghost in an instant, its movements light and swift, giving V almost no time to react. A finger lightly tapped V's forehead, a simple and direct action containing unimaginable power.
At that moment, V felt as if his body was bound by heavy chains, all movement instantly frozen. He struggled to break free, to say something, but the invasion of control was like a cold blade, cutting through his will. Blood uncontrollably gushed from his throat, as if to pour out all his despair and powerlessness from within.
At this moment, facing the absolute power of control, V felt as if all resistance had become futile. His vision began to blur, the world swaying before his eyes, each heartbeat a reminder of his life slipping away rapidly. The force at his fingertips was not just destroying his body, but also crushing his spirit completely.
On the edge of life and death, V's thoughts were chaotic. He thought of past battles, the smiles of his comrades, and the never-ending lights of Night City. But all of this seemed to become distant and hazy in this moment, his consciousness gradually sinking, slowly dissipating in despair.
In the silence of Night City, the controller stood on the blood-stained ground, coldly watching V fall. With a slight sound of skull deformation, V's head burst open under the weight, blood and brain matter splattering, creating a cruel apocalyptic scene. At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and the hustle and bustle of Night City turned into nothingness in the background.
The controller, an entity composed of pure cold logic and data, showed no emotional fluctuations. It examined its masterpiece almost as if appreciating a work of art. To it, this was just a necessary step to achieve its goal, and any obstacles would be ruthlessly eliminated.
Afterwards, Control turned around and walked lightly and firmly towards the direction of the Arasaka Building. In its hand, it tightly held the nuclear warhead casing that Adam had discarded during the intense battle, as if holding the key to the fate of Night City. Every step seemed so calm, as if it had already seen through the fate of Night City, seen through the fragility and despair of humanity.
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