"What... disease is this?"
Aaron looked at Black Mansa, having actually already confirmed her symptoms.
Thoughts, emotions, sensations, all detached from reality... delirium... hallucinations...
It was as though... her consciousness had slipped out of this world!
These are all surface symptoms... the real cause is that her consciousness is being gnawed away—or rather... a breach has opened in the dam holding back her spirit, and her consciousness is leaking away...
What a pity. Her intuition was originally quite strong; she had the makings of a mystic. Uh... in ancient times, wouldn't these be the symptoms of making contact with some evil entity through a séance? She just hasn't started babbling nonsense or going mad yet...
Aaron muttered to himself inwardly for a few moments.
Then he heard Chloe's anxious reply. "It's thought-perception disorder! A side effect and aftereffect that has a one-in-ten-thousand chance of occurring after a brain chip implant... We can't let her stay like this for too long, or she'll become a permanent idiot or a lunatic!"
Right, once too much spirit and consciousness leaks away, all that remains is an empty shell. Understandable, understandable... understandable my ass!
Aaron's eyes widened slightly. "You still dared to implant the chip with a one-in-ten-thousand fatal side effect? And... you aren't seeking compensation from Gaia Network Company?"
"It's only one in ten thousand. It won't happen to us, right..."
Jason and Wilson looked at each other. "Besides... compared to thought-perception disorder, becoming a third-class brain-dead and being unable to connect to Gaia Network to play one-hundred-percent realistic virtual games would be even more painful..."
The old man looked at Aaron with a cold sneer. "Compensation? Gaia Network Company could crush Nevernight City with a single finger. How would we dare seek compensation?"
"Fine..."
Aaron spread his hands, realizing he had underestimated