Once the new body was seated, Adjutant even made her a pretty little dress to wear before teleporting her to the sheriff's side.
Next came digitizing and extracting Songbird's personality and memories, then remotely uploading them into this body through Strangle's neural link, thereby accomplishing the tactical objective.
None of it was difficult. It was as simple as pouring water into a teapot.
There were no special lights or visual effects, nor could anyone see the signal transmission process. A few seconds later, the cyborg on the sofa opened her eyes and adorably stretched.
She looked around, taking in her surroundings, then glanced at the city beyond the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. When she saw Night Corporation's skyscraper and all the billboards, she smiled and nodded.
"This is Night City. Looks like I didn't die. The escape plan succeeded."
There was irrepressible joy in her voice, because it meant that from this day onward, she was free.
She would no longer be treated as a strategic weapon by the President and the others. She would no longer have dozens of people watching her even while she slept. Even the Night City air blowing in from the balcony suddenly seemed much fresher.
"Welcome back to Night City. This is Skyscraper No. 3 in the Central Administrative District. Come to think of it, the last time you came to this hellhole should have been during the Independence War seven years ago, right?"
Su Ming, wearing a warm smile, handed the woman beside him a bottle of soda to whet her new body's appetite. Though a rapidly matured newborn counted as half a Superhuman, her stomach was still a little weak and needed a break-in period.
Stare. Ciri secretly examined the woman from a distance. The synthezoid body she had ordered was far too