Cyberpunk:Gained a body of steel

"Director Abernathy, our technicians have scanned everything, and all faults have been eliminated. Hurry up. This homeless man named Peter doesn't have any prosthetic body except for the simplest chip slot and operating system."

The man in black knew the importance of this matter. It was likely to be the breakthrough he needed to rise in the company, so he was deeply invested in the outcome.

"Send the company's lower-level personnel to find this homeless man. Remember, I want him alive," Abernathy instructed after a moment's thought.

It seemed straightforward. Since the company's technicians had scanned Peter and found no prosthetics—only the most basic chip slot and operating system—it was clear that he didn't have any advanced modifications. If the scanning systems were faulty, it would be a rare coincidence, and Abernathy was more inclined to believe in the latter.

However, she dismissed that as unlikely. The real priority now was to find Peter and bring him to the company's space research institute before other corporations could get to him. If another company, like Kangtao or Military Technology, managed to analyze how a superhuman like Peter was created, it would be a major setback for Arban. Abernathy could not afford to let that happen.

What she didn't know was that Peter's abilities were far beyond anything Arban could control. What he had wasn't just advanced technology—it was the power of the gods, something even the most powerful corporations couldn't hope to replicate.

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Inside a luxury apartment in Night City, Jefferson sat back, deeply focused as he watched the video sent by his confidant in the NCPD.

"Are you saying the guy in this video is a homeless man who just arrived in town?" Jefferson asked.

"Yes, Jefferson. I think you should recruit him and have him work for you."

Wayne's voice was filled with excitement. He didn't know what prosthetic body the person in the video had, but the fact that he could easily defeat cyber-psychotics in seconds was enough to pique anyone's interest. If Peter could be convinced to join the violent Terrorist Mobile Team and take out cyber-psychopaths, Jefferson could use his media connections to spin the story and position him as a hero. That could give Jefferson a huge advantage in his mayoral campaign.

"Alright, I'll have someone investigate this homeless man," Jefferson said after considering the potential benefits. Recruiting Peter could definitely help him secure the position of mayor.

If Peter knew Jefferson's thoughts, he would pity him. Despite Jefferson's promising youth and his ambition to become mayor of Night City by his thirties, he was still a pawn in the hands of a mysterious organization. His memories, thoughts, and even his very personality were under control, and his life was closely monitored.

Peter had suspected for some time that someone was pulling the strings behind Jefferson's every move. It could be the Arban company, or perhaps it was Mr. Blue Eyes, the mysterious figure who had manipulated V into robbing the Crystal Palace during the King of the City finale.

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"Thank you for listening to me about this seemingly ridiculous dream, and for being there with me during Chaomeng," Lucy said as she sat next to Peter, her voice soft but sincere.

Peter looked at her calmly. He had always been there for Lucy, and she had come to trust him deeply.

"I think your dream is amazing too, Lucy. You even went to the moon for free—thank you for sharing it with me."

Lucy smiled genuinely, a rare moment of peace overcoming her. She drank the last of her beer, then stood up and made her way to the attic.

Peter understood. By telling him about her dream of going to the moon, Lucy had opened up her heart to him. It wasn't just about dreams anymore—it was about connection. With that in mind, Peter lay down on the sofa and fell asleep, knowing he had an important appointment with Jack the next day to buy some new equipment.

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The next morning, Peter woke up as the sunlight streamed through the windows. His first action was to use his own operating system to place an online order for breakfast—eggs, bread, and milk. He made sure to choose healthy, organic ingredients. The meal cost him 500 Euros in total. While a decent meal at a street stall might cost less than 10 Euros, Peter wasn't willing to compromise on quality. The eggs alone set him back 400 Euros, while the remaining 100 Euros went toward buying high-quality bread and milk.

The robot delivery service was fast. Within 20 minutes, his order arrived at his balcony.

After a little time spent preparing the breakfast, Peter sat in the best-lit spot of the apartment. His whole body basked in the sunlight, soaking up the energy it provided. This wasn't just for relaxation—Peter knew that the sun had a powerful effect on his body, enhancing his abilities.

"Peter, are you sunbathing again?" V asked as she entered the room, not surprised to see him there. After all, V knew that Peter grew stronger under the sun's rays.

"Yeah, V. Why don't you have some breakfast first? I made it fresh, and there's more in the fridge," Peter replied.

V raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. "You made breakfast? Well, I guess I'll try it."

It was unusual for Peter to cook, but V didn't mind. After living with him for more than ten years, she had gotten used to the high-tech synthetic meals they ate while living in the homeless camp. Those meals were practical but bland. It was nothing to write home about.

V took her first bite of the steaming bread, then moved on to the golden fried eggs, which emitted a delicious aroma. She picked up the eggs with her chopsticks, savoring their flavor. They weren't complex dishes, but the natural taste of the non-polluted eggs, combined with Peter's careful seasoning, made the scrambled eggs taste like the finest delicacy she had ever experienced.

"I didn't expect you to be such a good cook. From now on, you're in charge of our meals," V said, her voice filled with appreciation.

"Alright," Peter replied nonchalantly, though he didn't expect to take over the cooking duties. He had never considered himself a chef. The cooking videos from his past life were only for leisure, and he never really used them. But since activating his super brain, he had been able to recall everything clearly—whether from this life or the previous one. Those cooking videos played like memories in his mind, and he had learned the basics.

Unlike the food stalls outside, which Peter considered unsafe, he preferred to make his own meals. After all, in the world of high-tech cyberpunk, who knew what was really in those processed foods? The sausages might have been filled with starch, for all he knew.

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