He grasped the root of the problem.
Eden, however, shifted his gaze, seemingly having expected this, and then brought John out, waving goodbye as he left by elevator.
Tinfoil handed over a tablet device.
"During your surgery, we re-evaluated you regarding cyberpsychosis... The indicators aren't very pleasant. You'll need to choose an appropriate inhibitor."
"What do you mean?"
John squinted and asked back.
"Sigh."
Tinfoil sighed, the prosthetic eye flickering, transmitting a special plugin program to John.
[Installation in progress, starting up...]
A human model appeared before John's eyes.
He could see every part of his body, much like the full-body prosthetic scan results from a hospital.
Next to it was a percentage data.
The higher it went, the redder it became.
[Threshold: 97%]
"This... what does this data mean?"
John felt inexplicably nervous.
"Your frontal lobe is abnormally stimulated, a typical symptom of late-stage cyberpsychosis, got it?"
