Chapter 892 - 171 Motivation

Motive is a very important issue.

Sevens once had a happy family of four. Although they were just ordinary middle-class workers, life was bleak, but at least they had a home.

"My parents died early due to excessive prosthetic augmentation, lack of rest, and prosthetic maintenance, which led to immune inflammation and eventually caused sudden death.

The reason for their excessive prosthetic augmentation was because there was an accident at the factory. They were affected by the explosion and injured half of their bodies. They could only take out loans to buy prosthetics to save their lives and continue to work hard.

In such an environment, to support me and pay off loans, they could only continue to undertake more labor and then modify more of their bodies..."

Sevens said this calmly; this is the most common cause of death within the European Union—

In a certain sense, it’s one of the few peaceful ways to die in this world.

Elliot wanted to say something comforting, but Sevens quickly said:

"There’s a joke in the European Union: In Night City, this can be considered passing away peacefully. One should be content; no need to comfort me."

"I remember you also had an older brother? What about him?"

"My parents survived, but he did not."

Elliot was stunned: So the whole family suffered the factory accident, the parents survived, but the son did not.

"That day, I was just outside the factory. The explosion fireball was like a mushroom cloud, similar to the tactical nuclear explosion in Super Dream; the sky was dyed red, the roof blasted off and flew into the sky, and crashed down like an earthquake."

After recalling it, Sevens looked at Elliot: "I’ll be direct; I think that wasn’t an ordinary accident. There must be cyber-psychosis involved.

People often say being born in the European Union has already beaten 90% of the people in the world... Clearly, defeating those who live poorly is meaningless; we deserve better.

Interpol would design a series of questions to obtain the information they want; they must already know it in advance. They are just verifying some things.

But we haven’t understood why each other did this, have we?

Now it’s your turn."

Elliot was digesting this information and suddenly felt so stupid—

His own situation is indeed embarrassing, but it’s not his fault. The embarrassment has nothing to do with him. Moreover, this is a good friend from the same company.

As they walked to another ward, Elliot continued: "Alright... Actually, I’m not my dad’s son... I mean, not biologically his.

Uh, it sounds a bit strange, but I really am not his biological son."

Then Sevens was the one stunned—how does this make sense when every word can be understood alone?

Elliot scratched his head: "Last time I said, my dad was sent to prison by my mom, then he was responsible for raising me. Didn’t I say my dad was sentenced?

The key evidence is that I’m not his biological child; my mom cheated and had me with someone else. It wasn’t until I was four that a member of the media came to our house to reveal it.

They were doing some...’Is your child biological?’ program and found us.

They brought back my frequently missing mom to our house, saying they wanted us on the show. It was during the show that my dad found out what the program was about."

Sevens listened silently, internally thinking: Wow—

Elliot’s experiences are considered bizarre even within the European Union...

In Night City, it’s still bizarre, because at the end of the day, he’s raised by his father.

"My dad cried tragically then."

Before, when Elliot talked about his family, he never seemed down, but this time, Sevens clearly felt he was a bit depressed.

He took a deep breath: "But he said he would still raise me; he said...no matter what, seeing me grow up, changing my diaper, hearing me call him daddy, was his daily motivation for working hard, and it had been this way since my birth.

Those four years were the best years of his life, so he wouldn’t give up on me... He would raise me.

He’s the best dad in the world, but before he could see me grow up to find a job, he suddenly died on the way home for reasons similar to your parents.

At that time, both of us were walking home, and suddenly he clutched his chest and fell down, grabbed my hand, told me not to be like him, to find a true love...

His biggest non-regret was raising me, wanting me to become a true man.

You’re right; we can be better."

Elliot looked up and smiled, then raised his brand-new arm: "Now the meaning of my life is to do a good job!"

"But you said they found your mom?"

"I have no mom—what I mean is she is at most a biological mom to me, I don’t care where she is now, nor do I want revenge on her; let’s focus on the present."

"Alright..." Sevens smiled.

During their conversation, the two arrived at the ward door, with Alina and her teammate standing at the entrance.

Inside the ward was Carl, the big guy who rushed in first that day and unsurprisingly fainted after it ended. He was currently undergoing treatment inside.

Surprisingly, the door was open.

Alina gave them a signal—

Sevens immediately realized who had arrived: the "instructor" sent by the European Union.

He leaned toward Elliot’s ear: "The leader from the European Union—the real leader; this stuff is a bit complicated. Let me handle it."

The two exchanged a brief look and entered the ward.

Inside the ward, Carl had fully recovered, and his prosthetics had been completely refurbished with brand new components sent over by Jilafa Company—

At that moment, he was not wearing clothes; everything above his waist had been changed with artificial skin, and it was clear the internal muscles and drive components were also completely replaced, even the skull was changed to metal.

His two prosthetic arms were entirely in Jilafa Industry’s bionic style, with dense metal plates forming the surface; they looked full of power, more like a mercenary’s arms.

As for the legs, before the incident, his legs were still original, now they were two super prosthetics using synthetic muscles...

From head to toe, this friend of his only kept his face intentionally in its original form, but actually, they had only seen this level of prosthetic in advertisements and Super Dream.

Even the most extreme workers couldn’t achieve this level; only those doing prosthetic advertising would do it to such extent.

The thought flashed through both Sevens’ and Elliot’s minds: this big idiot really pushed himself too hard.

His face shifted from helplessness to delight seeing them enter, and the person sitting by the bedside also stood up—

"It’s good you guys came, you should persuade this worker friend that Jilafa Industry’s plan is too bold and looks too rough.

Why not use the International Electric Company’s plan? That looks a lot more elegant; workers would prefer that European style, right? Isn’t that what we should consider in publicity?

As a leader, we should symbolize and represent the latest European trends, lead the trend, and guide people towards the steps of progress..."

Elliot was utterly dumbfounded:

What the hell?

Sevens tried to control any expressions or signs of exasperation:

"Hello, this is not the place for conversation. I have prepared a meeting room..."