Los Pardis Correctional Institute, a special detention facility used to incarcerate and reform those qualified to beco mbers of the Terrorist Mobile Team.
As Lille said: The transformation of service personnel here is extrely brutal and remains unknown to the outside world.
People only know that all the cyber-psychiatrics who walk out of here beco very "docile", obedient to commands, and when soone ntions the na of the institute, they beco very unnatural and are unwilling to talk about their experiences inside in daily life.
With Hamr Man cooperating obediently, a series of information appeared in Lille’s system—
The "re-education" plan of Los Pardis Correctional Institute is very simple and crude:
For those with mild cyber-psychiatry, they will be strapped to modification chairs, using prolonged ntal torture, such as sleep deprivation, sensory deprivation, sensory overload, and other common interrogation thods.
Once the mind submits, the prosthetics of the subject will be comprehensively replaced, including the Brain-Computer Interface, and a neural pain editing module with active control function will be installed...
This part of the training is based on the primitive "Pavlov’s Dog" theory, binding negative commands with pain, and as a fundantal security asure, producing pain that can curb the actions of the subject when necessary, or directly locking the body with prosthetics.
Prisoners are then sent into virtual reality for obedience training, embedding obedience and combat consciousness through massive simulated combat scenarios, and employing mory modification techniques to directly extract mories preventing cognition formation, ensuring long-term body operation in the future.
Finally, there’s the internal circulation control prosthetics for hormone and combat stimulant control, making the subject increasingly numb to intense emotional changes, further reducing the risk of losing control and making them more docile.
After the prosthetics and consciousness modification is completed, the Terrorist Mobile Team utilizes the combat local area network to deeply connect the Brain-Computer Interface of team mbers, creating a subconscious resonance among the group, making them believe that obedience is correct.
If any subject displays abnormalities during execution, their re-education score will decline until they are reprocessed...
Almost all subjects walking out of here have blurry mories of this place, filled only with deep fear, disgust, discomfort, and repulsion, causing them to beco very submissive when they hear about being sent back.
Arasaka Yorinobu certainly knows about this correctional institute, but the specific thods inside are sothing he is hearing about for the first ti.
"The company’s technology... is frightening. Many thods here are still in the experintal stage elsewhere, unexpected that you’ve been using them for so long.
This is simply a world-leading brainwashing technology laboratory..."
Los Pardis Correctional Institute is not large, even looking like an ordinary hospital from the outside, except ordinary hospitals don’t have Combat cha, drones, and Armored vehicles outside.
"Indeed advanced." Lille reads through the data inside, discovering that so of the data might have also been referenced by the Ye Group, as a technique for brainwashing Perares.
The Illuminati bluntly states:
[Illuminati: The data inside here... didn’t expect Europeans got their collective consciousness resonance model data from this place.]
[Illuminati: Decades ago, when I proposed optimizing propaganda thods to control the collective consciousness model, the Central Executive Committee required to provide so experintal models first. The thods used, the purposes achieved were extrely extre, didn’t expect they were executed here.]
The soundproofing of the institute is excellent, but one can imagine how many people have issued painful cries here.
Hamr Man lit a cigarette, pointed his chin at the building: "This is yours now. If you want to produce sothing extre like super soldiers here, I suggest you do it quietly, as this is not a glorious affair.
There are 355 cyber-psychiatrics imprisoned inside, all with checked qualifications, but according to past experience, only a quarter can be successfully dispatched."
Lille looks at Yorinobu: "They’re yours, I want them all to beco warriors, you know what kind of warriors I’m talking about."
The physical fitness and prosthetics compatibility of these cyber-psychiatrics are quite excellent; the only issue is a ntal breakdown, but that’s sothing that can be changed—
Not all difficult battles can be personally fought with Jack and V; Lille wants to train his own iron riders for Night City.
Iron riders are powerful tactical solo operatives, able to display superlative cooperation and tactical acun in team collaboration, requiring strong will and self-discipline to maintain state, so fitting combat personnel can be found in Adkaduo, but they are far from enough.
Neither Lille nor the Illuminati think direct selection from Night City is a good idea—
Not to ntion how entertained the average level of this city’s people are, selecting iron riders from warriors is usually a lengthy process; the long wandering and corporate confrontations of the Wanderer Clan have already screened these warriors, but Night City does not.
It’s hard to pick excellent warriors in Night City, but there are quite a few extremists, and there are facilities to dosticate these extremists; Lille’s task is to have the Illuminati combine existing technologies to refine the facilities.
Thus, warriors crafted from that modification would be near Death Soldiers, fast-track iron riders, distinct from Cooper, an ambitious iron rider, requiring soone ambitious to command and balance them—
That person is Arasaka Yorinobu.
Death Soldiers can have no goals, born just to die, but a Commander cannot, like Hamr Man to the Terrorist Mobile Team.
Lille extends a hand, gently taps Yorinobu’s left and right shoulder.
Yorinobu realizes—
"Mr. Burger King... I will not disappoint your expectations."
...
With all said and done, Lille and V stroll on the streets of Night City.
Night City is a bustling city, this kind of hustle seems monotonous: at least for V, it’s monotonous—
The skyscrapers in Company Square always stand tall, company dogs always arrogant, gangs rampant, NCPD corrupt, people struggling to survive, compromising, cursing behind backs yet nodding politely in front, lost in self-indulgence for thrills, accepting reality’s ravages for so stinking money...
Until two years ago when they were dashing through this city, gang venues blew up, Biotechnology building blew up, Arasaka Tower blew up, Arasaka Aircraft Carrier blew up, Military Technology couldn’t go on, Ye Group dismantled, major companies tucked their tails...
And today, everything changed again.
V looks at the angry Night City residents gathered on the street, holding anti-corporate signs—
NCPD is not far. In the past, these cops would have received orders to disperse the protesting crowd.
Now, corporate security instead must worry if these filthy cops might shoot them secretly...
This city used to be severely torn; people cursed companies but were always licking the stinky boots legally and in relationships, but now the whole city rejects them; they’re on tenterhooks every day...
After all, this is Night City, where even a three-year-old kid can get a gun that can fire bullets, and know how to use it.
"Ever since you ca back, I feel everything has co alive."
"This world has always been alive; it’s just that people find it hard to see it all."
Neon lights sizzle in the sound of shouts, as people and corporate security face off in tension, just like the current world situation.
The military forces of New Arica have started mobilizing, Air Force Bases are on high alert, massive army movents;
The EU unrest intensifies, Lille has even begun military structuring on the internet, getting them accustod to orderly military operations, and corporate army missiles are ready to launch, several factories turning to ashes in explosions.
"You ask what to do next, next we need to destroy New Arica’s administrative system, on one hand advocating for independence, on the other hand threatening them with intercontinental missiles and this special force for their independence.
Once this step is done, we can unrestrainedly burn the strategic resource reserves of the entire North Arica, and open fire on Europeans...
If possible, achieve all this before the mass projector launches on the Moon."
V leans on the railing, listening to Lille’s simple explanation, catching virtual sakura falling from the air with both hands.
Although she’s never touched real sakura, the little octopus simulates the feeling of petals for her.
"What if the mass projector falls before then?"
"Then..." Lille hesitated, "Then it would be hard for us to have a sufficiently large production line to produce enough intercontinental missiles to help EU workers achieve the final victory.
As ti goes by, the EU will still regain control."
"Are we dood?"
"Not totally dood... If such a thing happens, we will hide in underground bunkers, muster all production capacity and resources, and go all out..."
Lille looks up at the sky, the bright moon hides behind clouds, but its brilliance is hard to resist.
"Do you want to go to the Moon?"
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