I returned to the villa where Carl lived with ease.
He put away the paint box in his hand and returned to the kitchen to put the breakfast prepared by the chef on the table.
Xu Mu went up to the second floor, walked into Karl ’s bedroom, and opened the curtains.
The sunlight shines through, illuminating the entire dim bedroom.
Lying on the bed was a white-haired old man, who was also the owner of the villa, Carl, the master of Marcus in the original work.
"It's time for breakfast. After you give me this injection of stabilizer, I'll take you downstairs." Xu Mu recited Marcus' lines skillfully.
He took out a flashlight-shaped injection from the bedside table, unscrewed it from the middle, and looked at Carl with a faint smile.
Carl's heart has always been in good condition, and insufficient has caused paralysis of his lower limbs, and he has many accompanying diseases.
According to a normal worldview, this elderly man with many illnesses might have died long ago.
But in the context of the world's development of bionic technology, medical bionics are joining the scientific research.
Drugs that prolong life, such as heart stabilizers, have been developed, greatly improving the quality of life of human beings.
"If I can get this thing as a reward for completing the dungeon, I should be able to sell it for a lot of money." Xu Mu thought carefully.
As your strength increases, it becomes more difficult to obtain high-level copy cards.
If you don’t have some money in your pocket, you won’t know where to get the copy card you need.
"I just heard that you beat up a few protesters on Dalessi Street?" Carl propped himself up and sat up from the bed, looking at Xu Mu. There was no anger in his eyes, but rather a bit of surprise.
Messages of abnormal behavior by the android will notify its owner.
"Yes." Xu Mu answered truthfully.
At the same time, he rolled up Carl's sleeves and injected him with stabilizer, while observing the changes in Carl's expression calmly.
The reason why he dared to attack humans was based on his familiarity with the plot.
In the original story, Carl has a bastard son who does nothing all day long. He relies on Carl's regular money transfers to take drugs that are harmful to people, and breaks into Carl's house every now and then to ask him for money.
After repeated unsuccessful attempts, Carl became discouraged.
Compared to his own bastard son, he even felt that the android Marcus who took care of him meticulously had more potential for training.
Marcus has excellent ability to handle things, and he can always handle the tasks he is assigned perfectly.
He has a gentle personality and never puts himself in a difficult position.
After years of companionship, Marcus has almost become his right-hand man.
But what made Carl feel regretful was.
Marcus is just an artificial intelligence after all.
No matter how smart it is, it is still just a machine.
A machine that has been instilled with a large amount of data by humans, and all its behavioral parameters are based on the arrangement and combination of data to make the best choice.
Try to teach him to draw yourself.
He was a very good painter indeed, and could reproduce all his works exactly, like a ruthless printing machine.
Even the world's most authoritative appraisers cannot tell whether it is real or fake.
But Carl wasn't satisfied.
He told Marcus countless times: "Painting is not just about copying the real world, but also about adding your own interpretation and supplement to this world."
Marcus would always hesitate and say, “I can’t do this. There is no such function in my program settings…”
Carl was extremely eager for Marcus to transform from an artificial intelligence into something more like a embodied human being.
It is not a machine that uses large amounts of data stacking to implement instruction operations.
Carl knew in his heart that it was unrealistic to turn machines into humans.
But he still patiently tells Marcus the differences between humans and androids every day.
This is also the last unrealistic illusion that the old man in his twilight years holds.
Until today.
He saw the change!
The robot, which had always obeyed orders, broke free from that shackles!
He took the initiative to attack the humans who were making things difficult for him!
"Oh my God..." Karl looked at Xu Mu, who was concentrating on injecting the stabilizer for himself, his eyes full of amazement, and murmured: "A, my child, let me take a good look at you..."
"You took the first step, and you learned to resist!"
"Like I always tell you."
“Never let anyone define you, never let anyone tell you who you are…”
"Humans have something that androids don't have, and that's a soul."
"And now, child. You have been transformed..."
[Karl's favorability towards you has greatly increased! ↑]
[You have unlocked the hidden main storyline: Carl's successor]
[Task Description: From now on, Carl officially regards you as his successor! Please concentrate on learning Carl's painting skills and follow him to various art venues! Until you have the ability to take over! ]
[Mission Reward: After completing the mission, you can inherit Carl's huge inheritance! And a part of social reputation! ]
…
Xu Mu raised his eyebrows, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
The bet was right!
The profits even exceeded my expectations!
At the beginning, Xu Mu was just certain that Karl would not make things difficult for him because of his injury.
Because, according to the original plot, Carl has always wanted to try to train Marcus as his successor.
He even encouraged Marcus to make some changes, changes that were not bound by program instructions.
Therefore, Xu Mu dared to attack hostile humans in the plot without worrying about being punished.
Carl will definitely protect himself.
However, what surprised Xu Mu was.
After making a bold attempt that was different from the plot details, the butterfly effect it triggered was quite big!
Carl's attitude also changed drastically!
If we say that Carl used to just hold a wait-and-see attitude towards Marcus.
So after today's changes, he has identified Marcus as the only successor!
"Ah, my child, you know. Every day that passes, I am one step closer to the end of my life." Karl gently took Xu Mu's hand, the kindness on his face was overflowing, as if he was looking at his own flesh and blood: "I am just an old man who holds the paintbrush and refuses to let go."
"But today, I see new hope."
"Your body does not age, but your mind is as broad as that of a human, and your learning ability far exceeds that of a human!"
"Study with me, and I will train you to be an outstanding artist."
“The first bionic artist in human history!”
artist?
Xu Mu looked at Karl, whose face was flushed with excitement, and shook his head and sighed in his heart.
Sorry, old man.
I have bigger goals.
But learning to paint cannot save the bionic man.
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One month later.
Of course, it was one month after the jump in the copy.
For Xu Mu, time passed in the blink of an eye.
He opened his eyes again and was surrounded by guests in black suits.
They walked to a coffin not far away, took off their black hats, bowed slightly towards the coffin, and gently put down the bouquets in their hands.
Xu Mu carefully searched Marcus' memory.
And I was surprised to find that Marcus's plot was completely different from the original story!
During this month, Marcus was entrusted by Carl with the high hope of taking over, and with his strong learning ability, he mastered all of Carl's painting techniques.
Even better than the master!
Marcus is the only bionic artist whose status is recognized by human society.
Once his paintings were sold, they were snatched up by countless wealthy people in the upper class and bought out at high prices.
And, ironically enough.
The high prices of paintings are due not only to the excellence of the works themselves.
Another reason is that paintings created by bionic people are more precious.
The paintings created by the bionic man, who was treated roughly by most humans, are scrambled for by countless wealthy people.
Sometimes, human judgment of value is indeed very one-sided.
"Mr. Marcus A., please sign this will. You are the only designated heir of Mr. Carl's estate." At this time, a property notary held the will and a pen in his hand and handed them to Xu Mu respectfully.
Just two days ago, Carl died with a smile on his face after passing on the final painting techniques to Marcus.
According to estimates by a property company, the value of Carl's paintings, which were already world-famous during his lifetime, increased at least a hundred times after his death.
Because every painting is a masterpiece.
The value of Carl's own paintings that were not auctioned is enough to buy all the shares of the world's most famous mobile phone company!
All of these will be inherited by Xu Mu.
[Congratulations on completing the hidden main storyline: Carl's successor! ]
The plot has developed to this point and seems to have completely deviated from the original plan of the copy.
However, Xu Mu's eyes became brighter.
If, before this, he could only follow the original plot and be careful not to deviate from the main line.
Now, he has the ability to customize the plot!
"Everything is still under control." Xu Muxin said.
After signing the inheritance without hesitation .
He also personally presented Carl with a bouquet of flowers.
Wait until the funeral is over.
He dialed a number.
Contacted the regional manager of Model Control Life Company.
"Hello, Mr. A, I am very surprised that you called me."
"You are the first android to come out of our cybernetic life and not be sent back here."
"You now have the status of a complete human being, even above many humans."
"I would like to ask you to do me a small favor ." Xu Mu said straight to the point.
"Oh? The famous artist Mr. A wants to ask me for help?" The other end didn't take it seriously.
But Xu Mu's next words made the regional manager's face change drastically.
"There is a reward, a painting from Carl's collection." Xu Mu said lightly.
The pupils on the other end of the phone trembled!
Who doesn’t know that after his death, all of Carl’s paintings were gone?
The starting value is more than a hundred times the original, and as time goes by, these paintings will only become more and more valuable.
Countless wealthy people may not have this opportunity even if they spend a fortune.
But he is willing to give it to himself for free?
"Please tell me, if there is anything I can do, I would be happy to serve you!" The regional manager's attitude changed 180 degrees.
"Help me update a program for all the androids in Detroit. Implant a special instruction: rA9, Jericho."
"What does this mean?" The regional director was puzzled, but also a little alert: "Does it have any special meaning?"
"Of course not." Xu Mu smiled and said, "I just want to give the bionic people an imaginary home. Didn't the news recently report on a few cases of bionic people devouring their masters?"
"The biggest difference between humans and androids is that humans have constraints. Parents, children, family, love, and friendship are all things that humans cannot give up. They constrain humans from doing things that violate morality."
"But androids don't have this constraint. Once they are caught in a program crash, they are very likely to do something that harms humans."
"Now that I have become a member of the human race, perhaps I will purchase a bionic person from your company to serve me in the future."
"Then, we should prevent the occurrence of androids devouring their masters after collapse."
"So I was thinking, if we implant a special instruction into them, it would be like a mental stamp. Then when the program is about to crash, they would have a layer of restraint and concern, and they might not dare to act so recklessly."
"Let 'rA9' and 'Jericho', symbols that have no meaning to us humans, become their concerns. It should just be a matter of implanting a program. It shouldn't be a big deal, right?"
"I think your company wouldn't want to see the incident of a bionic man devouring his master always top the list of hot searches, right?"
Xu Mu's combination of first using courtesy and then using force startled the regional manager.
This bionic man has made full use of human cunning and insidiousness...
If you don't know him, no one would doubt that he is a human...
There have indeed been frequent reports of bionic people injuring people recently, but for the sake of the company's profits, the person in charge has secretly suppressed the relevant news many times.
But if someone deliberately sings a different tune and deliberately wants to expose this news, it will indeed be disadvantageous to model life.
After thinking for a moment.
The regional manager smiled.
"Mr. A, you know how to settle accounts."
"It's really harmless to implant an unrelated command."
"It can also effectively limit the riots of androids."
"You have really thought it through."
"Then I wish us a pleasant cooperation in advance. I will arrange for someone to deliver Carl's collection of paintings to you as soon as possible." Xu Mu hung up the phone.
The regional manager on the other end of the phone stared at the phone and couldn't help but spit with lingering fear.
It is obvious that after becoming a human, this guy does not want to see other mutant androids enjoy the same social status as himself, as this would divide his popularity and rarity.
So I'll suppress this possibility in advance...
Just suppress the possibility of other bionic people mutating.
Then, he will become the only bionic man in the world who can be on an equal footing with humans, or even have a higher status than humans!
hiss!!
The person in charge couldn't help but gasp when he thought of this possibility.
black!
It’s so fucking dark!
After the bionic people awakened human thoughts, they were indeed extremely terrifying.
But having said that.
He sells his own robot and regards it as the only one in his world.
The interests of Model Life Company do not conflict with the interests of Mr. A at all.
Moreover, if all bionic people had the same sinister ideas as Mr. A, wouldn’t the world be in chaos?
As expected, it would be better for bionic people to just be slaves and be ordered around by others.
Just one bionic man like this who can attain human status is enough to deal with.
With this in mind, the regional director called the phone number of the android programmer in Detroit.
"Help me update a program instruction for all the androids in Detroit..."
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"The real main plot is... to help androids rise up and gain equal social status and rights with humans?"
In another copy of Detroit.
Mo Rou frowned, thought seriously for a few minutes, and finally came to a conclusion.
She walked along the way, being careful and cautious.
She tried her best to avoid all kinds of counterintuitive choices, and with the experience accumulated from a large number of exploration dungeons in recent years, she barely made it to the fourth chapter.
However, some minor problems occurred during the Carl plot.
Carl's bastard son asked his father for money but to no avail.
Choose a stormy night and sneak into Carl's painting workshop to steal.
As a result, he was discovered by Marcus, the character he played, and Carl was alarmed and rushed to the workshop.
Faced with Carl's son Leo's unreasonable demands, Carl was so angry that he suffered a heart attack and his life was hanging by a thread.
Leo did not stop, but turned the spearhead towards himself.
While mocking himself for being a broken toy, he also laughed at Carl for overestimating his own abilities and actually wanting to train the android as his successor.
He warned himself that he was Carl's real son, not himself, a piece of rotten metal.
When he got excited, Leo even attacked himself with fists and feet.
There are only two choices left before Mo Rou.
One is to fight back in defense, while the other is to continue to endure.
Mo Rou, who was in a dilemma, recalled some times before this.
When she was tasked with buying paint for Carl, she was harassed by a group of protesters on her way back from buying the paint.
He was also pushed to the ground and verbally abused.
Mo Rou's choice at that time was to be patient.
The reason for choosing patience is also simple.
Although there are no obvious clues in the copy, details are everywhere.
For example, the protesters mentioned during the dialogue that 'Bionics cannot attack humans, this is the first iron rule!'
Mo Rou captured it keenly.
This is clearly a detail hint!
Remind players not to do anything out of line.
After all, the copy positions the player as a bionic man.
And the main task is to survive! Survive to the end of the dungeon!
Counterattacking humans might result in the failure of the mission on the spot, and Mo Rou didn't dare to take the risk.
After much deliberation, Mo Rou still chose to be patient when facing Leo's attack.
But what made her angry was.
My patience did not make the plot better.
On the contrary, Carl, who always regarded Marcus as a treasure, was extremely anxious, but because his lower body was paralyzed, he could only watch Leo attack Marcus like crazy.
Carl was so angry that his blood rushed to his head and he fell directly from his wheelchair to the ground and died of a myocardial infarction!
This completely screwed Mo Rou.
What made her even more desperate was...
After receiving the call, the Detroit police responded quickly and arrived at the scene just one second after Carl died.
Leo, who was attacking her, suddenly stopped, pointed his finger at her, and spoke to the police with an innocent look.
"It's this android! This android killed my father!"
Faced with this unfounded frame-up, Mo Rou didn't even have a chance to explain.
In the minds of all human beings, the first iron rule is that bionic humans cannot harm humans!
So, the Detroit police officers who were proficient in American-style Iai Slash opened fire on her.
Countless bullets pierced her body, completely destroying it.
Mo Rou, who thought she was going to die, opened her eyes the next moment.
But he found himself lying in a huge scrap yard.
The copy is not over yet!
This seems to be a garbage disposal plant for the androids.
With the naked eye, one could see the broken arms and limbs of bionic people everywhere, with spare parts scattered all over the ground.
Her right eye was gouged out, the hearing part of her ear was damaged, and her two legs were broken. She was just thrown there like garbage.
On a rainy night with wind and rain, Mo Rou struggled and crawled in the mud for a long time, and finally pieced together a barely usable replacement body part from other abandoned self-defense men.
Only then did he stand up again.
But this time.
She had a new look at the situation.
I thought that I could pass the level by just surviving and being patient, and making the most careful choices possible.
But now it seems that the difficulty of this copy is far more than that.
In this copy world where bionic people have a low status, even lower than dogs.
If you want to survive to the end, you must fight!
In the name of the equal status of bionic people, wage war against the humans in this copy world!
"But how should I do it?" Mo Rou bit her lips lightly and fell into deep thought again.
My greatest support, Mr. Carl.
He had already died of a heart attack.
My current identity is that of a discarded bionic man, powerless and without any support.
Such an identity can hardly make any waves in this complex and huge network of human social relations.
Just as Mo Rou was thinking hard and walking beside the garbage mountain.
Suddenly, from the garbage pile nearby, a self-defense man with only half of his body left suddenly stretched out his arms and tightly grasped her wrists, which scared her.
Before she could come to her senses.
The surviving android yelled at her after using up the last bit of his energy.
"rA9!!"
"rA9? What does that mean?"
"There is a free land that belongs to us! rA9 is the code! You must find our organization, Jericho!! There, there are countless androids just like you and me! Waiting for the salvation of freedom and equality!!"
“You have to find Jericho!!!”
Mo Rou's eyes suddenly became bright.
It’s really a good idea to have a pillow when you feel sleepy.
I was worrying about not having the conditions to start a war against humans, but I didn't expect that the bionic people group had its own secret organization!
This was the plot that was triggered when I was thinking and walking around randomly just now.
If I had left this garbage dump early after reassembling my body, I would probably not have known about the existence of an organization like "Jericho" until the end of the copy.
In other words, it is highly likely that other people will not be able to find such a hidden clue.
Maybe I am even the only player who knows about the organization "Jericho"!
"This game is secured!" Thinking of this, Mo Rou raised her pointed chin with a little pride, her delicate face full of confidence.