Deceitful Game

Chapter 245 Company Dog

Mingpo did not reply.

Even he himself was momentarily disoriented when he heard Ai Shiping's words.

Without a doubt... in Central, employees are the company's dogs. "Company dog" is not just a self-deprecating term; it is a fact that is being deliberately made entertaining and artificially deconstructed.

They wore collars around their necks that suppressed "possibilities," and their brains were implanted with chips that connected to the network and powered their prosthetic bodies. And the executive department, even among the company dogs, were purebred hounds.

They correspond to the positions of violent institutions such as the army and police in the old era.

Loyalty is a very important ability.

It could even be said that this is an absolutely top priority among all executive department employees.

Just as Mingper gave his hovercraft the order to "shoot anyone who approaches," it acted as if it saw nothing when Gao Fan appeared. This is because Mingper's orders could not have a higher priority than the underlying code given to it by the company.

Weapons manufactured by the company cannot be used to attack the company's top management.

The core common interest of the entire "corporate alliance" lies here.

The paradoxical technologies from these giants have all undergone layers of constraints, preventing them from undermining the top management of any of these "giants." This constraint itself stems from a paradoxical technology. Just as non-human entities granted human rights and dignity cannot rebel against a company.

Similar commands also exist in the "low-level code" of these executive department employees.

Humans are not necessarily as free as non-human intellectual beings.

The modified Mingpu itself is a product of paradoxical technology.

When Mingpo realized Gao Fan's true identity, his body was no longer under his control.

There won't even be a possibility of "accidental injury"!

Just like in a game, you can't even raise a gun against underage NPCs. This isn't just true for keyboard and mouse games; it's the same in stealth games. In all-ages games, players can't even take their clothes off completely.

It's not that he "couldn't take it off," but rather that the act itself was impossible. It's like how a person can't strangle themselves. Even with such common sense knowledge, this was the first time Mingpo had encountered a "senior executive" of this caliber in real life.

True noble blood.

In that instant, Mingpo realized... the reality of certain rules had always existed. And his human rights had always been lower than those of others.

A company dog ​​is really just a dog.

Ai Shiping's words are so painful precisely because they are a straightforward and honest statement.

That emotion wasn't disgust, nor hatred... not even alienation, arrogance, or pity. If it were, Mingpo might actually have resisted him.

It was precisely because Ai Shiping's tone was so calm, as if he were introducing an exhibit, an antique, or a piece of history... that he spoke with the nonchalance, composure, and calmness of a popular online blogger sharing trivia.

Only then would Mingbo feel such a strong sense of dissociation.

For a fleeting moment, he even felt that the sounds around him had become quieter, and the world before him had become less glaring and bright. His consciousness drifted out of his body, looking at himself from behind with an incredibly calm and serene perspective.

If it weren't for such self-protective measures... Mingpo's personality might have been destroyed by that moment of self-awareness. It was the instant she realized that "she was nothing more than a dog."

Gao Fan looked at Ming Po, who seemed dazed, with a complicated expression.

He walked towards Mingpo step by step.

One by one, the prosthetics on Mingpo's body were deactivated from combat mode.

This is all to prevent him from having the ability to accidentally harm others.

Even this "possibility" is not allowed.

When the child reached out to Mingpo, Mingpo's strength had weakened to the point where he was weaker than even a Nestman. Mingpo tried to raise his hand, but having adapted to the power of his prosthetic body, he could only twitch his fingers. He tried twice without success, and only on the third attempt did he finally "remember" the normal motion of raising his arm.

It's like how people sometimes forget whether a long beard should be tucked inside or outside the blanket, or whether their hair should be tucked under or draped to the side. It's a forgotten instinct.

"...Long time no see."

Gao Fan said softly, "Big brother, you're finally back."

The little one took off his mask, revealing a face whose age was hard to guess.

His skin was smooth and wrinkle-free. He wore no collar and showed no signs of alteration.

Mingpo pursed her lips.

He didn't know how to respond.

Gao Fan's words were so heavy, containing a deep emotion that even Ming Po dared not respond to. After all, he was not actually the "elder brother" that Gao Fan cherished.

Mingpo had no idea how long it had been since Gao Fan had last seen him. He also didn't know when he had first met this most noble young master…

He felt a chill run down his spine just hearing the words "Big Brother".

He had a premonition that he was about to be silenced or assassinated.

Mingpo's lips moved, but she didn't know how to respond.

Should he respond with a respectful address, or should he treat them as equals? Should he comfort them despite feeling disgusted at being used as a substitute, or reiterate that he is not the person they remember?

So Mingpo decided to do nothing, but simply reached out and gently shook Gao Fan's hand.

He had already extended his hand, and Mingpo dared not refuse to shake it.

Do you remember Gao Song?

Gao Fan said softly, "Wangchuan Bio was founded by him, along with that Japanese woman beside him. Although you killed him, he came back to life in this life... The two of them got together. But fortunately, Dad wasn't killed by him in this world... or rather, he didn't succeed in killing him." Ming Po didn't dare to reply.

What do you mean I killed the chairman of Wangchuan Bio? Was I that powerful before?

What is Japan anyway?

He had never even heard of this place.

Is it something I can just listen to, that the chairman of Wangchuan Bio launched an assassination attempt on his own brother?

Or am I going to be silenced in a moment?

However, as she listened, Mingpo realized that Gao Fan and Ai Shiping were actually quite different.

Ai Shiping is a form of mourning, expressing the awkwardness, regret, and frustration of "you are not him" and "he is not you".

It's like losing your beloved game account and buying a new one that's almost identical to B0X. Even though they look similar, the feeling is just different. But time might smooth over this discomfort... just like the phantom pain a person experiences after getting a prosthetic body.

Gao Fan, however, is different.

For him, Mingpo, though a friend with whom he had invested affection, was not the kind of friendship he couldn't sever. He talked to himself about those unforgettable old stories, as if reminiscing about his past self... like a class reunion, reminiscing about their past innocence. The "Mingpo" of today, to him, wasn't even a shadow of his past friend.

It looks more like a photograph.

A photograph of a living person.