Chapter 33 - 10: This Game’s Chairs Can Be Sat On, and the Food Isn’t Just Textures!_2
But even so, Lin Miao still had some resistance to the idea of modification. He wasn’t a player; he couldn’t see his body as a mere contraption for equipping gear and chasing stats.
On the street, he’d seen those gang members with patches of surgical repair scars all over their skin—hulking figures over 2 meters tall, weighing two or three hundred kilograms were common, but they looked to Lin Miao like ragdolls haphazardly pieced together after being chopped up, and that was considered restrained since at least they still had a human shape.
In the full-body modification surgeries recommended by big corporate offices, it was not uncommon to turn oneself into a monster, with legs turned into flexible balancing rods, fingers growing aquatic webs, skin replaced with optical scales or coated in chrome, shining bright—where did these still resemble a human?
How much flesh remains under that skin?
Even the fingertips needed to be modified into bulbs, sprayers, or even syringes; the more sophisticated ones could release mini drones or cameras, turning them into nothing but complete machines.
But what can you do? In this world, if you don’t modify, you can’t survive. Even Huang Ban Sanlang, who can say for certain a stray bullet won’t end up in his forehead one day?
His old body, a mere nudge could break twenty bones.
[Will I get cyberpsychosis?]