Cyber ​​Ghost Record

Chapter 81: Insects and Fish

The atmosphere in the room changed the moment the man finished speaking.

Suger was mentally prepared for this moment, but the sudden change still left him stunned for a few seconds.

People looked up at him; his body was beyond sexy, it was the very embodiment of sex.

A longing quietly spread with the hormones.

At first, people were ashamed to show their ugly bodies.

A few minutes later, the first man to remove his robe appeared. His holographic mask revealed a handsome and imposing figure, his scalp and back completely covered by a microwave receiving array. His military-style prosthetic limbs were covered in blue enamel, freshly waxed, but countless tiny, reflective scratches gave them a cheap, plastic-like appearance. Long-term ingestion of medications containing heavy metals had caused multiple skin lesions and warts.

This is undoubtedly a profound transformation.

His honesty immediately inspired the next person.

Then came the second, the third...

Their bodies accentuated the masks, like vibrant fruit growing on a rotten tree.

Socrates frowned in disgust.

His aversion was not directed at these deformed bodies.

He felt that the spirits manipulated people's emotions. The transplants did indeed cause them immense suffering, but even if they regained their original bodies, what could change? Suger had personally confirmed that he could only obtain money by mortgaging his own biological system, and that was only if the hibernating beings' biological systems had research value. If it weren't for that miraculous ability, his fate wouldn't have been much different from the people here.

People began to approach each other, and Socrates saw the female employee of the underground sex doll factory pressed close to another woman, stroking each other's cheeks. He recalled her earlier account, and the image of her inserting a synthetic fiber into her scalp flashed through his mind.

The atmosphere became chaotic as they touched the point where the prosthetic body and flesh met, as if to soothe the pain of another version of themselves.

Soger discovered a group of people who were more popular, and their common characteristic was remarkably obvious—they had fewer implants and were more like natural people. Tonight, in this venue, "natural" clearly had extremely high social value; people flocked to those who were more primal, as if they were the embodiment of the most perfect being.

A shadow approached.

Sog instinctively stepped aside, the mountain lord's imposing back blocking his entire view. A woman's chin rested on his thick trapezius muscles, which were covered in carbon nanotube fibers. She had purple hair and wore a catwoman mask. He pressed her against the wall, glanced at Sog who was still dressed, and panted as he invited, "Want to come along?"

"Oh, no."

The mountain king chuckled, then suddenly grabbed the woman's leg and turned around.

The woman lost her support, cried out in surprise, and hurriedly clung to Su Ge's shoulders. Su Ge looked down and saw her slender waist, with movement modules arranged along her spine like a mechanical centipede crawling on her back. The centipede twisted with the mountain's movements, her body rising and falling, and she freed one hand to reach down.

Sug pushed her hands away, but then Shan Jun exerted force, and the woman gasped again, her hands clinging to Sug's shoulders once more. Shan Jun laughed triumphantly.

The woman's hand, however, felt the unique softness of flesh on Sug's shoulder. She looked up in surprise, her breath brushing against Sug's face, her gaze so intense it seemed to melt him. An instinctive physical reaction surged within him; his heart raced, and he tried to pull away from the woman, but she gripped his sleeve tightly. He had no choice but to withdraw his hand from his sleeve, and the next moment, he regretted it. His entire robe had been ripped off.

He was also wearing an exoskeleton, but the wing-like plates covered his body, making him look as graceful as a peacock and as powerful as a vulture. Many of his artificial eyes were drawn to it, like moths seeing the light.

Shan Jun paused, stunned by the newcomer's hidden talent, yet simultaneously captivated by the body. He stared intently at Su Ge, the desire in his eyes sending chills down Su Ge's spine. Su Ge took a step back, bumping into another body. The other person embraced him, a prosthetic hand caressing his chest, the ten long, slender fingers, coated with a white electrophoretic coating, flexible and supple. He turned his head and saw a handsome holographic mask framed by black hair, bright silver eyeshadow shimmering in the dim light.

“You’re very beautiful,” the man said. His voice was deep; he was a man.

More people gathered around.

Su Ge almost thought his psychedelic disorder had flared up again, but he saw Shen Ke sitting at the dining table, legs crossed leisurely. Judging from her amused expression, she was gloating, and her expression even seemed to have an encouraging connotation.

Sog pried open the hands that were wrapped around his chest, grabbed the robe that had fallen to the ground and draped it over his shoulders, then squeezed into a gap in the crowd.

He walked briskly through the crowd, the physical reaction from earlier quickly subsiding. The scene in the venue was debauched and chaotic; he felt it resembled a technical test of plugs and sockets.

He looked down at his chest and felt psychologically uncomfortable.

This isn't resistance, it's venting, he thought. But another voice in his heart questioned: How can they possibly resist?

He left the crowd and went to a corner on the east side of the venue. No one was paying attention to him there anymore, and he breathed a sigh of relief. There were some paintings on the wall; he saw the Greek goddess Cybele, and the Indian goddess Kalachakra, her feet treading on Shiva. Their skin was one black and one white, like a black serpent coiled around a snow-white sandalwood tree.

Sog was a little dazed. He didn't remember paying attention to the history of mythology before he hibernated, but he recognized the origins of these gods at a glance.

Gasps and groans rose and fell around him.

His gaze was drawn to a cold light, which was a large fish tank at the foot of the wall. He couldn't tell whether the water in the tank was real or a hologram.

A pink worm danced in the shadows at the bottom of the tank.

In the water, a dozen or so bitterlings swam by in a group, their scales shimmering with iridescent light. One bitterling, drawn by the vibrant, alluring pink color, swam to the bottom and gently pecked at worms.
In that instant, a giant mouth suddenly slammed shut.

Blood mist emanated from the mouth of the North American alligator snapping turtle.

It swallowed its prey, silently crouched on the dark red volcanic rock particles, and then opened its mouth again to spit out the worm.

That's the tip of its tongue.

"If it doesn't eat insects, it still has a chance to survive."

A voice came from beside him. Su Ge thought it was Shen Ke, but he saw the shadow of another person in the glass.

Judging from her figure, it was a woman. Her reflection overlapped with the statue of Kali behind the glass, making her robe, decorated with reddish-brown Udumbara flowers and leaves, appear to be worn by the all-black goddess, and the goddess's eight arms seemed to be attached to her. However, her golden holographic mask separated her reflection from her divine form.

Socrates turned his head and looked at the woman who had spoken. Like him, she had not participated in the promiscuity of the Spiritual Society.

But judging from her relaxed demeanor, she doesn't seem like a newcomer, but rather like a manager here.

(End of this chapter)