John was in a terrible mood.
He was somewhat on the verge of collapse after seeing the Serum.
His mind slowly dissolved, a hundred times more cruel than being killed by a bullet; in cyberspace there was only consciousness, a soul without the protection of a body, letting out a few unrestrained screams.
It was quite normal.
"A rogue AI?"
John stabilized his tone.
The Serum slightly tilted.
The outline of its hood flickered into fragmented data, with its entire face hidden in the dark cyberspace.
"Not all AIs are rogue, but I won't bother correcting your common misconceptions about AIs. Just tell me, what do you think about us, digital life forms?"
"Life? Ha, Internet Surveillance says you're ghouls, a plague living in the network walls, whoever touches you is condemned to die."
"Is that what you believe?"
The Serum scrutinized John.
Her expression was hidden in the digital shadows.
Even the mosaic couldn't trace her exact outline.
