Chapter 62 - 61: The Terrifying Lethality of Mosquitoes!
Arthur had a feeling the technology in Michael's lab wasn't just limited to production purposes. He wondered if it could serve other uses—like enhancing specific parts of the human body.
Not that Arthur had anything dubious in mind. He was thinking about applying the growth formula to hands, for example. Bigger hands could mean stronger punches—useful for those who relied on brute force to survive in Night City.
But Arthur's interest didn't stop there. This technology, as rare as it was, had potential market value. Selling it to the right buyer could fetch a hefty profit.
As for conducting research himself? Arthur knew better than to kid himself. High-end science required an astronomical amount of resources—advanced equipment, skilled personnel, and millions in funding.
In research, investing millions often produced little more than a single, frustrating result: a big "NO" on a report. The more money you sank into an experiment, the harder it was to abandon it, even when the outcome seemed bleak.
Arthur, coming from modest means, knew he wasn't cut out for this kind of gamble. Better to leave it to the mega-corporations that ruled the world. Sure, they'd turned Night City into a dystopian hellscape, but they were also the reason technological progress had accelerated so rapidly.
Amid his thoughts, Michael's pleas brought Arthur back to the moment.
"Stop! Please stop! I swear, I don't have the money!"
Arthur sighed, grabbed a can of insecticide, and sprayed it into a small box. Inside, several mosquitoes buzzed angrily.
Rock, still catching his breath from pummeling Michael, glanced at the box with curiosity. "What's in there?"
Arthur smirked. "Something rare. Mosquitoes."