The Creators: From Night City

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Jiang Bing took the specially made magnetic boot component handed to him by the crew, attached it to his shoe, and stepped out of the cabin.

The moon's gravity is only one-sixth that of Earth's. Although humans cannot fly there, they will still float.

Although it may seem novel at first, you'll get used to the inconvenience of such movement once you get used to it.

This is where magnetic boots, which don't have a strong adhesive force, come in handy.

The technology of the cyber world has not yet solved the ultimate problem of physics: the gravitational field. Similarly, superconducting gravity simulation is a technology that the High Knights cannot yet implement on a large scale.

Currently, the only artificial gravity field that can be achieved is centrifugal force, which simulates gravity.

Such equipment is commonly found in dedicated gravity gyms, but Tycho Brahe's airport terminal obviously couldn't accommodate it.

Fortunately, the magnetic boots allowed travelers to walk normally to some extent, and this feeling of weightlessness was a favorite experience for many newcomers to Tycho Brahe's colony.

"Welcome to Tycho Brahe. Please show your valid identification and cooperate with the security check." The two receptionists had sweet smiles, but their long-term low-gravity lifestyle had made them look rather thin, appearing much slender than the average person.

Jiang Bing stood in front of the scanning camera, glanced at the long, dull camera, and then a few tiny golden flames flashed, and the camera immediately became 'spiritual'.

The result is obvious. Not to mention that Jiang Bing has no illegal equipment on him at the moment, even if he had a bag full of grenades in his arms, the camera would not say a word against it.

All it has is loyalty!

Jiang Bing came here for a vacation, but his vacation style was clearly different from others.

He plans to establish a branch base of "Anti-Entropy" on the moon, and also build a few more mass projectors.

Of course, before doing so, he would definitely need to learn from the 'advanced experience' of his competitors.

The High Knights, the European Space Agency, and Arasaka, among other factions, probably wouldn't mind.

Chapter 670 The Shining Brothers

After passing through security, he didn't follow the example of other wealthy people who came here to experience life by going to the space resort in sector 14 to experience moonwalking and stargazing, or to the popular tourist attraction in sector 12, "Moon Dust Studio," to try painting with "moon dust electrostatic adsorption," or to watch the "Crater Epic Holographic Show," or to ride the super popular Tycho scooter across the crater. Instead, he rode a pressurized all-terrain lunar scooter at a speed of 60 km/h along the titanium alloy tracks, speeding 150 km along the dedicated Tycho scooter track to the end of the Antarctic ice crater. His destination was "Moon Mare" and the two mass projectors of the Tycho colony.

But first, we must establish a foothold in the Tycho colony.

So he quickly blended into the crowd, and after turning a deserted corner, his clothes were now indistinguishable from those of the local Tycho Brahe.

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The main buildings of Tycho's colony were all underground. Its total area was roughly equivalent to a quarter of Beijing, and its permanent population was over one million, making it an extremely prosperous space city.

As the saying goes, wherever there are people, there is a world of intrigue, and there are also gambling, prostitution, and drugs.

Yellow, in particular, has permeated human history and dominated the overall thought of the human species.

In the space age, many things in the Tycho colony were different from those on the Earth's surface, yet many things were the same.

District 135, Residents' Market.

The lights hanging from the low ceiling cast a dim, lifeless glow, like a frail, elderly patient.

Even after collecting substantial lighting fees from various vendors, Smith's representative refused to allow the brightness to be increased.

Darkness is the dominant color of Tycho Brahe's city, and the narrow spaces permeate the world inhabited by all the lower classes.

After finishing their 14-hour shifts at the Moondust Mine, the transport pipelines, and the mechanical repair department, some of the low-level laborers, unwilling to waste their energy on virtual games and dream worlds, are reluctant to go to sleep and squander their precious free time. So they go to the market, eat some spirulina protein cakes, drink some 'Jinghai Black Beer' brewed from blue algae, brag a bit, look at the passing girls, chat for hours about everything under the sun, and then, drunk, return to their tiny coffin-like rooms and fall asleep, ready to be good oxen and horses again tomorrow.

More ambitious workers would go to the corners of the market where various pipes intertwine, and find "happiness" in those small rooms filled with pink lights.

Sexual partners, or the sex industry, do not disappear simply because the ruling class becomes High Knights and the environment changes from the earth to outer space.

In reality, they live on human desires, and as long as desires persist, they will live on forever.

Most of the formats have been updated.

Susan is a miner, a seasoned miner.

Since being lured to the Tycho colony by a scam advertisement for space jobs, she has spent her days piloting small engineering work armor, drilling and burrowing in underground mines on the moon. Now she is considered a minor officer, commanding a dozen or so ground rats to drill and burrow. It has taken her a total of 3 years and 2 months.

In fact, she paid off the cost of the ferry ticket in just seven months. Thanks to her relatively good health, she always had a considerable amount of euros left after paying the various high monthly living expenses.

She doesn't smoke, rarely drinks, doesn't watch much Mewtwo, and never touches drugs or gambling. But the main reason she still swims butterfly stroke in Tycho Brahe, that perpetually dark cesspool, is because she has a penchant for high consumption.

Looking for male models.

The prevailing view is that men are often lustful, but this is clearly incorrect. Women, whether due to their physiological structure or genetic instincts, can be far more extreme in their lustful behavior than men.

Susan is a typical example of this.

She ate her meal hastily, left the 135th district, and boarded the train.

The crowded train carriages are always filled with the stench of evaporating sweat and various body odors, and the ineffective air circulation system makes the air conditions inside the carriages comparable to the gas chambers of fascism.

Fortunately, Susan was already used to it.

This was certainly not because she was one-eighth Jewish, but because she had prepared in advance by wearing an air-filtering mask.

Soon, she arrived by car at the 'Lunar Soil Region' located in the western part of Tycho Crater.

As soon as I got off the bus, a wave of noise hit me.

It's bustling here, with people coming and going. The narrow streets are packed with people, shoulder to shoulder. The illegally widened passageways are lined with vendors selling borderline products.

Several men wearing the 'pig-nose' style gas masks often worn by construction workers pinned themselves to the wall in a corner of the station, scrutinizing everyone getting off the train.

They are members of the '3D Gang'.

During the later stages of construction in the colony, the workers responsible for 3D printing the buildings were maliciously owed wages due to the war between the European Space Agency and the High Knights. As a result, they were forced to occupy three unfinished sectors on the west side of the Tycho Ring and, through illegal construction and drilling, built a sophisticated underground smuggling tunnel network in the Tycho colony.

When the High Knights unified space and turned around to clean up this mess, they found that the 'Lunar Soil Zone' had long become a malignant tumor in Tycho's colony. The entangled interests made it impossible for them to do anything about it, even if they wanted to.

After several 'purge operations', both the High Knights' city guard and the '3D' gang have lost hundreds of lives, and the two sides are still deadlocked.

Through complex exchanges and compromises, the gray area of ​​the 'Lunar Soil Zone' has continued to exist.

The red-light district that Susan was looking for was located in the East Bowen sector of this area.

"Flash Brothers"

The shop's signboard, as its name suggests, is very bright and shiny.

In contrast to the dim lighting of the No. 135 City Market, the streets of the entire Dongbowen District are filled with colorful neon lights, and the numerous neon signs of the shops make the whole street a sea of ​​color.

The abstract eggplant-shaped logo on the signboard successfully made this store stand out from the sea of ​​signs, making it exceptionally eye-catching.

Susan is a regular here; she's practically a regular customer.

"Jia Wen, is it your shift today?"

A security guard with half his head covered by a layer of metal skin and one eye replaced by a retro-style electronic eye stood at the door, his cold face intimidating any troublemakers.

But upon hearing Susan's familiar voice, he couldn't help but break into a warm smile.

There was no other way; this was a VIP customer of the store, and we couldn't afford to offend him.

"Are Hunter, Caesar, and Will here?" Susan asked, her mouth full of suggestive language.

It's obvious she's planning to play three today.

Chapter 671 Sandwich

Under the dim light, the air was scorching hot, and on the leather sofa sat a lonely woman.

Opposite her was a row of smiling, preening men.

'Sparkling Brothers' isn't a proper venue, so the employees' attire isn't exactly formal either.

Briefs, overalls, shorts, thongs, leather pants, lace pants, beach shorts, and overalls thongs.

This row of people proved with reality that men can be flamboyant, and that men's underwear can be made with minimal fabric.

As expected, Susan successfully selected Hunter, Caesar, and Will.

These three individuals each have their own strengths, their own unique style, and their own special talents. If nothing unexpected happens, they will each do their best, hold their own opinions, and perform their respective duties later.

The pink ambient lighting dried up any restraint, while the beautiful bodies ignited desire.

In space, doing XX is a very technical thing. On the moon, where the gravity is only one-sixth that of Earth, a person can float away with just a little effort.

However, this weightless environment is not without its advantages. With the right technology, it is possible to develop many postures that are simply impossible to achieve on Earth.

Of course, there are also risks involved.

Nineteen minutes after the oval door to the 'Pink Strawberry' private room closed, Hunter rushed out of the room in a panic.

Moments later, the three people were lifted onto a stretcher and rushed to the hospital.

"No, don't send me to a proper medical facility, damn it!" The electric shock was both painful and pleasurable for her, and she could barely speak.

“This will leave a medical record, and I don’t want to become famous because of this.”

“Of course, Ms. Susan, don’t worry, we have doctors we work with,” said Jia Wen, a security guard.

Compared to flesh and blood, the biggest drawback of the metal prosthetic bodies in the 'Geisha' series and the 'Gundam' series is that they cannot automatically grow and repair like flesh and blood. Excessive use will lead to severe wear and tear on the parts and frequent malfunctions.

Therefore, a very interesting phenomenon has emerged: whether on the Earth's surface or in space, the density of prosthetic clinics in red-light districts is always the highest.

"Sabur, help!"

When the three were wheeled into the clinic, Jiang Bing was adjusting the face of a high-class sex doll.

The other person lay on the operating table, looking like a sacrifice in some evil ritual, with their hands and feet firmly bound and fixed in place. The panels on the other person's cheeks were opened from the middle, revealing the complex mechanical structure inside.

Jia Wen's screams were so shrill that they affected Jiang Bing's work, so he turned to look at him and successfully silenced him with a cold gaze.

"During the installation, the cheekbone was not properly positioned, which caused some of the related structures to slip off."

Numerous tiny tools danced around the other person's face, correcting the facial paralysis caused by the installer's amateurishness.

"What happened this time?" Jiang Bing glanced at the 'sandwich' on the stretcher and almost burst out laughing.

"I said your store really has something special. I thought the one I saw the day before yesterday was the best, but I didn't expect to see something even rarer today."

"Sabur, hurry up! The people down below are already unconscious. We can't separate them, and we don't dare to force them."

Jia Wen was so anxious and frustrated that he was about to jump up and down.

"Don't worry, you won't die anytime soon."

“It can’t be allowed if they get hurt.” Jia Wen scratched his head: “The one down below is our store’s top performer, and the one up above is the best-selling person. Neither of them can be injured. Please lend a hand and take a look.”

Fortunately, Jiang Bing was quick enough to finish the job before Jia Wenzhen could jump up.

“Bring them up, these three are quite a peculiar bunch.”

Jiang Bing frowned and, upon taking action, easily found the cause of the accident.

“For prosthetic bodies like the ‘Big Steel Cannon IX,’ it’s generally not recommended to make excessive modifications to certain parts. This prosthetic body is designed to be very compact, and it should be fine for normal use. However, the prosthetic doctor this guy found was obviously an incompetent doctor, and he made a mistake.”

"Is there any way to save him?"

“Of course,” Jiang Bing pulled over the toolbox and began to work.

When Susan woke up, she felt that her body below the navel was numb, as if it didn't exist.

"Am I going to be paralyzed?!" This terrifying thought made her suddenly sit up in bed.

"woke up?"

Jiang Bingzheng was busy replacing the third coupler component for the patient on the table.

Susan tried to move her legs and feet, and thankfully, although she was a little clumsy, at least she could still feel them.

Where is this?

“My prosthetic clinic. You were brought here by the ‘Shining Brothers.’ Now that you’re awake, don’t just lie there. Pay up and get out of here. Don’t keep occupying the observation bed,” Jiang Bing urged impatiently.

His illegal clinic was made by combining three standard rooms, and the space was pitifully small.

In addition, Jiang Bing's excellent medical skills caused his reputation to spread rapidly in the sex doll community. A large number of sex dolls with problems came to him in groups to see him for difficult and complicated diseases. As a result, although the clinic had six observation beds, it was still 'not making ends meet'.

"how much is it?"

'3400 euros, cost price.'

"Damn it, 'Sparkling Brothers' should pay for this, after all, I had this accident in their shop." Susan complained with a pained expression, dawdling and refusing to pay.

If it weren't for the unusual fact that she wouldn't accept money, Jiang Bing would have preferred her to stand up and leave rather than delay his work of treating and saving lives.

The limited number of observation beds is now severely restricting his intelligence gathering speed.

Yes, gathering intelligence.