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In this special space of consciousness, with a gentle wave of control, the surrounding virtual environment begins to slowly transform. The originally empty white space is gradually replaced by the scenery of Night City, with tall buildings, flashing neon lights, and hurried pedestrians, all of which make Adam Smasher feel both familiar and unfamiliar. His consciousness is filled with memories of Night City, the familiar streets, his enemies, his hatred, and the eternal fire of revenge that he can never release.
Control leisurely sits back on the large sofa, watching Adam Smasher look around in the virtual Night City. He smiles, observing a glimmer of anticipation and longing in Adam Smasher's eyes. He knows that Adam Smasher yearns to return to the real world, to fulfill his unfinished mission, and to obtain the long-awaited revenge.
Adam Smasher clenched his fist, feeling the muscles and Prosthesis in this special space. His heartbeat reverberated in this space, each beat stirring up his deep-seated hatred and desire. He knew he had to stand at the peak of Night City again, to make all those who had hurt him pay the price.
Control watched him, smiling with a hint of appreciation and anticipation. He slowly stood up, walked up to Adam Smasher, and extended his hand towards him. His voice was gentle, yet carried an irresistible force: "Are you ready, Adam Smasher?"
Adam Smasher looked into the controlled eyes, which were filled with mystery and anticipation. He knew that this was his chance to start over, his chance for revenge. He tightly grasped the controlled hand, feeling the special power emanating from it. Guided by the control, his consciousness began to blur, the whole world seemed to slowly spin, and then everything fell into darkness.
Adam Smasher hesitated for a moment, but ultimately held onto the controlled hand tightly. He knew this was his choice, the first step on his path to revenge. Guided by the control, his consciousness gradually became hazy, and then he felt himself once again returning to that place full of unknowns and possibilities - Night City...
When Adam Smasher regained consciousness, the first thing he felt was a sharp pain coming from his damaged Prosthesis. His arms were in disarray, the casing of the Prosthesis was cracked, and the internal circuits and mechanical structures were exposed. Every jolt sent a tearing pain through him. His alarm system kept sending warnings to his brain, each one making him increasingly agitated.
He struggled to control his body, but his muscles and the Prosthesis responded sluggishly, seemingly beyond his command. Opening his eyes, he could barely make out his body lying on a crude trailer, slowly moving through a narrow, dark alley. The walls on either side were shrouded in darkness, with only faint light seeping in from the sky above.
He concentrated hard, trying to gather information from his surroundings. He could feel someone pulling the trailer, but he couldn't see who it was. His mind was filled with doubt and unease, but he couldn't do anything, only allowing the trailer to carry him through this mysterious alley.
The trailer passed several turns, traversed countless alleys, and finally stopped in a dead end. He felt the vibration of the trailer stop, then heard some low voices. He tried hard to concentrate, but his consciousness seemed to be pulled and unable to fully focus.
When the man pulling the trailer reached the end of the dead-end alley, he reached out and knocked on the wall. His movements were tight and powerful, and each action seemed very skilled. He spoke, "I am the Braker, open the door." His voice was deep and powerful, exuding an unquestionable aura.
As his words fell, the wall of the dead-end alley suddenly began to shake, then slowly caved in. The surface of the wall seemed to be consumed, changing from solid to liquid, and then slowly parting to reveal a hidden door. The surface of the door was smooth as a mirror, with sleek and mysterious lines, like ancient runes.
Braker Without any hesitation, he continued to drag the trailer and went straight through the gate. Adam Smasher Feeling the trailer moving again, he struggled to try to see the surrounding situation clearly, but his visual interface seemed damaged, only able to see some blurry images.
As they passed through the gate, Adam felt a slight chill, as if they had entered a completely enclosed space. He tried hard to concentrate, attempting to understand the environment he was in.
They entered a spacious chamber filled with various complex machinery and electronic equipment. The walls were adorned with screens and monitors displaying different data and images. In the center of the chamber was a massive control panel, surrounded by various tools and parts.
As Braker continued with the inspection and repairs, Adam Smasher struggled to clear his vision. As his gaze gradually focused, he was horrified to discover that the figure standing in front of him, Braker, was actually the Arasaka guard who had just died in the battle with V. The guard's body was covered in terrible wounds, some of which revealed shattered mechanical components and circuit boards, no longer resembling a living being, but rather a walking corpse.
The most terrifying thing for Adam Smasher was the red glow in the guard's eyes, a sign of control within the consciousness space. This made Adam Smasher realize instantly that his consciousness had been manipulated, and the body of the Arasaka guard in front of him was also under control.
Adam Smasher felt a fear and despair unlike anything he had ever experienced. His body was immobilized, and he couldn't even speak. He could only allow Braker to coldly and skillfully repair his Prosthesis, each movement causing waves of pain throughout his body.
As the Braker continued to be repaired quickly, Adam Smasher gradually regained functionality. His visual interface was also repaired, allowing him to see everything around him more clearly. However, this clarity only made him feel more fearful. He watched as the Braker finally finished the repair work, straightened his body, and walked to the control panel, seemingly waiting for some kind of instruction.
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