Night Hacker Chapter 144: Dead Row Walk
The New World Bank Building in the central area is a 100-story behemoth.
The review department of extraordinary employees is on the 36th floor. When Judy Dickinson was walking through the corridor, she heard someone in the next review room slapping the table excitedly and shouting:
"No, I don't have PTSD! I have enough personality integrity, it was just a little phantom pain, I can handle it. You can't do this to me..."
She didn't stop, but she stopped when she passed a grooming mirror on the wall of the corridor.
Short blond hair, a handsome face in his twenties, wearing a black windbreaker uniform of the Wilderness Mobile Task Force, wearing black gloves on his hands, slightly raised eyebrows, and a cold face, because he didn't know how to smile since he was a child, his face Muscles are rusted.
But her indifference is beautiful, many men say so.
But she can stand here not because of her beauty, but because she is a six-speed gear, and she used to be.
Judy Dickinson walked on and walked into a nearby judging room, which was empty.
The space is not big, with white painted walls, only a fabric chair in the middle, and a column communication screen in front.
She sat down on a chair with simple lines, and an electronically synthesized face appeared on the communication screen.
That face looked like a man or a woman, androgynous, and it seemed to be smiling.
"Hello, Deputy Captain Dickinson, this review is to respond to your appeal."
An electronically synthesized voice sounded unhurriedly, "You were an exorcist professional combatant in the battle of the Wilderness Mobile Task Force 'Death Row Walking Squad' to wipe out the wilderness tribe 'Red Patrol Corps', The deputy captain of the team suffered severe nerve damage during the battle.
"After testing, your nerve speed gear has dropped from sixth gear to third gear, and it is considered that you are no longer suitable for the work of the Wilderness Mobile Task Force. The bank arranged for you to be transferred to the security department as a third-level supervisor, but you proposed Appeal."
"Yes." Judy replied, with a naturally hoarse voice, "I think I'm still suitable to stay in the mobile task force."
There is no expression change on that electronically synthesized face. After looking at this face for so many years, it has not changed.
The memory of being a street rat is too far away, and that means nothing to Judy.
When she was three years old, she was taken away from the street by the Metropolitan Police Department, and was found to have extraordinary talents with high potential, so she entered the bank's training center in the garden yard, where she grew up.
Children still can't detect the specific nerve speed gear. As a high-potential child, she has received the highest level of training, education and love since she was a child.
From childhood, to teenagers, to now twenty-three years old.
Judy Dickinson was raised by the bank, and all the meanings are given by the bank.
"According to the relevant regulations, the minimum nerve speed gear required for the personnel of the Wilderness Mobile Task Force is five speed gear. Vice-captain Dickinson, unfortunately, you no longer have this ability, but you can still work in security positions Serving the bank."
"It's impossible for me to go to the security post." Judy's voice was slightly louder, "My nerves are damaged, but I have rich combat experience, rich wilderness exploration and tribal experience, which are all useful .”
"Unfortunately. The cost that the bank puts on you, you can still return through other services."
Judy was silent for a while, and said again: "I need a chance for treatment, help me try to clear the virus in my nerves."
Her nerve damage is not a physical damage, but some viral garbage that cannot be eliminated has dragged the nerve down.
This situation is very special, and it is also difficult to treat. Even if she is an exorcist herself, she is helpless.
But if the bank is willing to give her a chance, especially in the Union District, there will be a way, at least give her a try.
"Deputy Captain Dickinson, you should know that nerve treatment has always been a difficult problem in the Transcendent Domain. However, your condition has been diagnosed as unsuitable for treatment by the medical department, and forced treatment will completely break down your nerves.
"The bank transferred you to the security department to make appropriate arrangements to avoid unnecessary loss and waste of talents."
The electronically synthesized voice spoke again, still without a trace of emotion.
This reminds her of the education she has received. In the face of the bank's interests, everything must be done according to the regulations and the will of the superiors, and she should not do anything just because of her personal desires.
Judy was silent again, and looked down at her hands, which were always holding various machines. She was the sharpshooter in the team.
Just leave Mobile Task Force? Such a transfer to the security department would definitely not protect important personnel.
Because of the virus in her brain, she might be transferred to a more insignificant post soon after being transferred to security, or even stationed in the northern agricultural area.
No, I can't just leave like this... The Wilderness Mobile Task Force is the place she has dreamed of and planned to fight for the bank since she was a child... The Death Row Walking Squad, there are her partners, her comrades in arms...
In the battle against the patrolling regiment, some people died, Bourne died, Irene died, Nekel died...
Familiar faces flashed in front of Judy's eyes. From ordinary team member to vice captain, she had many life and death in the past few years, but none of them were as serious as this time.
Some people are her contemporaries, friends she has known since the training institute.
She didn't want to leave, and it was not Judy Dickinson's business alone to stay in the Death Row Walking Squad.
"I have made contributions to the bank." Judy couldn't help expressing her inner pleading slightly, "I deserve a chance for treatment."
"Children of the bank, you have joined the bank for twenty years. Thank you for your contribution, which has not been forgotten. But what the mother of the bank gave you is far greater than what you paid, and this personnel transfer is I'm protecting you."
"No, no..." Judy murmured, "I deserve a chance..."
Since she became an extraordinary person at the age of eighteen, she has been going through life and death for the bank every day, never thinking about her own affairs.
The return she brought to Bank's mother should not be limited to this, and Bank's mother would not treat her like this.
It's the judges behind this electronic face, they are obsessed and twisted the meaning of the bank mother...
They can't just give her up like this, they can't throw her into some trash can.
Judy Dickinson, a bank kid, a bank mother wouldn't treat her that way.
"I need a chance." Judy kept saying that, "I'm not done yet, I need a chance."
"Deputy Captain Dickinson, your appeal has been processed, and the result of the processing is to maintain the original transfer. Thank you for your return to the mother of the bank, and I hope you will continue to contribute."
After saying this, the electronically synthesized face on the communication screen disappeared, and the review room fell silent.
Judy sat on the chair in a daze for a while, but didn't yell like the man just now.
She stood up, opened the door of the review room and walked out. Suddenly, an idea surged in her mind uncontrollably: go to the street to find a doctor. There are neurotherapists on the street. Technique...
The street, where she originally came from, is a place that keeps causing trouble for the bank and destroying the order of Liuguang City.
At this time, Judy saw a man walking out of the previous review room in a daze.
But she happened to know that person, He Lan from the Thunderstorm team, a fighter professional. They wiped out another wilderness tribe, the Ronin Association. I heard that there were also serious casualties. Has He Lan's nerves been damaged?
"What's going on, PTSD?" Judy walked over and asked, a little curious, but her voice was still cold.
"The nerve is broken." He Lan said, with a bearded face and a dull expression, "the prosthetic body shell can't be used. Judy, I was kicked out. They asked me to be the driver supervisor in the cargo area. It’s the freight guy.”
He Lan showed a complicated smile, like a sneer, but also like a mockery, "A big cargo guy."
"They told me that I'm going to be a security guard..." Judy said hoarsely, "I'm going to appeal to the joint district again..."
"Judy, don't be so naive, okay, the United District will not care about us pawns. Your appeal will not pass at all, and it will be rejected immediately. Can you go to the United District? Who can you turn to?"
The more He Lan talked, the more frustrated he became, and the more he became a bit broken, "It's over, the mother of the bank has given up on us. Haha, the street told me right this time, how important we thought we were, but we weren't at all. "
"It's just that some people are corrupt, and it has nothing to do with the mother of the bank." Judy suddenly said in a deep voice, "If it wasn't for the mother, you and I would have starved to death on the street, He Lan, everything we have is given by the mother. of."
"Judy, the bank wants us to think this way." He Lan's words became more and more rebellious, as if his thoughts were infected with the virus of the street or the wilderness, "Don't we never work? Why are we all mothers?" Did you give it?"
He kept sneering, "Aren't we the ones rushing into the wilderness, or those who are having a banquet in the garden!"
"He Lan, you're exaggerating." Judy said slowly, "You may really need to take a break."
"If you say yes, then it is ~IndoMTL.com~ He Lan looked at her playfully, "Then you should also be a security guard, and it will save you trouble. "
At this time, other people passed by in the corridor, and both of them stopped talking.
Until the surroundings became quiet, Judy asked softly: "A good neurologist on the street, do you know where there is someone?"
"Don't dream." He Lan didn't have any hope in this regard, and didn't want to talk to her about this kind of topic, "If we can be cured, the bank will abandon us? Six-speed gears are rare. Ah Judy..."
Judy watched Helan stumbling towards the elevator. She stood in the corridor without moving for a long time.
She suddenly thought of the Death Row Walking Squad, Dead Walking.
This comes from the paleontological term "dead branch walk", which means that although a monophyletic group escaped the extinction of the group by chance, it still failed to polish to the recovery period, and finally still could not escape the doom of extinction.
Judy Dickinson, on Death Row Walk.