Chapter 1556 - 508: American Uprising (Part 2)

Chapter 1556: Chapter 508: American Uprising (Part 2)

The Modified Body used by AI and the prosthetics for human bodies are not the same thing. The specifications of the two are worlds apart, and a normal human can’t possibly use those modified bodies. An experienced technician can easily tell the difference at a glance, and there’s absolutely no way to mix them up.

Unfortunately, players have already started using them in Cuba, but Military Technology is utterly unaware of this because, after all, players wouldn’t consult them for medical diagnosis.

"Besides... do you remember what recently happened?"

The head of the technical department hinted at something, and the person on the other end of the line reacted, tentatively asking,

"You mean... Jekyll Island?"

It could very well be an act of retaliation by the AIs, a retaliation against President Miles for disrupting their transaction with humans on Jekyll Island.

It is entirely possible.

Moreover, Military Technology was involved in the affair as well. No one knows better than these high-level executives what was on the island.

"Have the on-site surveillance records and the bodyguards’ micro-cameras been checked?"

"Not yet, but if AIs are behind this, I wouldn’t get my hopes up. To them, playing with these things is as easy as eating and drinking water."

"Damn it, how did they cross the Black Wall?"

The person on the call was at wits’ end, and Military Technology was thrown into chaos due to yesterday’s board wipeout. Their only organizational power left was preparing for retaliation against Horizon Corporation and Lin Miao.

When they heard the news of Miles’ death, many names flashed through their mind, but Lin Miao was the last person they thought of.

What image had Lin Miao cultivated for himself in the current United States?

A loyal minister with a heart of gold for President Miles!

He was vigorously promoting Miles, eager to make her the saint descending since the founding of the New American Federation. Besides, Miles was his only backer; anyone could have defected, but not Lin Miao. What’s more, he had just killed the board of Military Technology and was desperately seeking protection. He couldn’t have killed Miles.

Besides, if he killed her, wouldn’t all his previous efforts be in vain?

Therefore, the two of them couldn’t suspect Lin Miao at all.

After all, who would have imagined Lin Miao had a large number of Modified Bodies at his disposal?

The turmoil in Night City, due to brainwave interference, left everyone’s memories of that period hazy except for a few unaffected individuals. Moreover, everyone was put to sleep that night, and the following morning, any whispers were forcibly suppressed by the Ye family, Huang Ban, and Horizon Corporation. Military Science, Zeta, and others dismissed it as urban legend, and any attempts at detailed investigation were outright blocked.

"Seal the scene, and no information must leak out."

"About Miles’ case..."

"The president’s assassination can’t be hidden. Just say the Intelligence Bureau and Military Technology are investigating the murderer, and urge everyone to stay calm without hinting at any AI involvement. Hold off all reporters. I’ll discuss with others how to handle this outcome. Let Vice President Yuan take over temporarily and announce Washington’s entry into a state of emergency and military control."

Many of the positions in the White House are just the landing spots for Military Technology’s management after being laid off. It’s almost up to them to decide who becomes president. The actual power of a president depends entirely on their own abilities. The previous three presidents were all former CEOs of Military Science.

"I feel this matter might not be that simple."

The head of the technical department felt something was off but couldn’t put a finger on it

"How did those guys manage to transport so many machine elemental bodies into the bunker when the White House’s scrutiny should let absolutely nothing through, not even a fly?"

"Who knows? Let’s just investigate first; I still have company matters to deal with, damn it..."

The Military Technology board was just wiped out, and now the President of the United States was killed right after. Moreover, those entering the White House were wearing Military Technology combat uniforms. Such a situation easily feeds one’s imagination.

This kind of provocation is so poor that it can’t agitate anyone with a bit of insight, so Military Technology didn’t bother with it, letting the hosts on media mock it for a couple of sentences.

This is the cost of class divide. As upper-class individuals, they don’t care at all about what common people think or worry about what the lower class cares about.

While the wealthy are feasting, the bones of the frozen dead line the roads.

During the late stages of a dynasty, while these affluent families were engraining, did they not know the people’s hardship, that they should eat less to cooperate with court tax reductions?

Who cares?

If you’re hungry and can’t afford to eat, why not eat porridge?

Cultured people, of course, know the situation.

But what about the uneducated ones?

The overall cultural level of the lower class in New America is shockingly low; Night City is already the highest in the nation, and their brains don’t hold so many intricate thoughts. Otherwise, flat Earth theory, Illuminati, and lizard people theories wouldn’t have such a large audience in the United States.

They only know one thing.

A group of soldiers dressed in Military Technology uniforms rushed into the White House; Military Technology soldiers came to seal the scene, and President Miles ended up dead.

The tensions between the corporations and the grassroots have intensified to the point that the whole nation is sitting on a powder keg.

Damn it, you say it has nothing to do with Military Technology?

This clearly is your retaliation for the board’s annihilation!

You assassinated President Miles!

You killed the only good president willing to stand on the people’s side, speak for us, and get things done!

You killed the prophet God sent to guide us to the City on a Hill!