The Strongest Secretary in History! A Full-Body Prosthesis, the Ace of Ghost in the Shell!
A familiar virtual roulette wheel appeared in Lynn's mind and began to spin.
He was no longer as nervous as he had been at the beginning, with his palms sweating.
Having experienced the Soldier Boy's arrogance and the Professor Pyg's madness, he had long understood that what the system gave him was never a simple help, but a series of double-edged swords.
How to grip the hilt of the sword without getting hurt by the blade is what he, as the "sword wielder," really needs to consider.
The speed of the roulette wheel gradually decreased.
The pointer swept across names, some familiar and some unfamiliar.
Rorschach... a fanatical moral fastidiousness.
[ The Joker ]... an embodiment of pure chaos.
Spawn... An Avengers entangled with hell.
The pointer, amidst a streak of light, stopped on a name that made his eyes flicker slightly.
The roulette wheel disappeared.
[Congratulations, host! You have successfully drawn the superhero Motoko Kusanagi ( Ghost in the Shell: SAC)]
A brand new character card floated in Lynn's mind.
The woman on the card has short purple hair and a cold expression.
She wore a tight-fitting tactical suit, and every line of her body exuded a sense of power and futuristic beauty.
Motoko Kusanagi.
The ace of Public Security Section 9, a top-tier hacker with a fully cybernetic body, a ghost walking the boundary between soul and network.
Holy crap!
Lynn gave a genuine smile.
This time, the system finally gave him a "surprise" instead of a "shock".
A super agent with top-notch hacking skills, strategic command capabilities, and obedience to "orders".
She's practically tailor-made for my current needs!
The " Foresight " business empire is already too large, with a complex internal structure and powerful external rivals.
He needs eyes that can see through all data streams and discern all conspiracies.
And Motoko Kusanagi is those eyes.
A fully prosthetic body capable of connecting to the network and uploading consciousness.
It won't cause fatigue.
It can handle transactions and enable remote work via multi-threading.
It can also directly connect to information networks, systems, satellites, etc.
It can directly access files and manage databases.
They possess exceptional decision-making abilities and can maintain order during crises.
It can prevent information leaks and manage internal security.
The prosthetic body Superman strength, flexibility, reaction time, and physical abilities.
They can also serve as a security secretary or personal bodyguard.
Mental network synchronization enables the sharing of thought processes with the team.
It can coordinate team decisions and enable "synchronous work".
Damn it!
This guy is a natural-born secretary!
"Summon... Motoko Kusanagi."
Instructions issued.
It doesn't have the whiskey flavor of Soldier Boy, nor the formaldehyde flavor of Professor Pyg.
A figure appeared silently in Lynn's office.
She stood in the Shadow, as if she had been there from the beginning.
Short purple hair, a cold and stern face, and a tight-fitting gray-black tactical uniform.
Lynn could sense that from the moment she appeared, all the electronic devices in her office, from encrypted phones to the surveillance cameras on the ceiling, had been taken over by some invisible force.
She was "examining" him.
[ Motoko Kusanagi's abilities have been simultaneously amplified in the host's body by 10%]
A cool stream of data flooded into Lynn's brain.
It wasn't simply about power or speed, but a completely new way of perceiving things.
"Who are you?"
"I am Lynn Morris."
Lynn turned around and took a bottle of whiskey and two glasses from the liquor cabinet.
"Your new boss."
He pushed a glass of wine toward Motoko Kusanagi.
I don't drink alcohol.
Motoko Kusanagi refused.
"Alcohol affects the function of my prosthetic body."
"A reminder."
Lynn didn't take back her glass; she simply looked at her calmly.
"Let me remind you, no matter how sophisticated your cybernetic implants are, no matter how robust your firewall is, your soul now belongs to me."
Motoko Kusanagi's electronic eyes flashed red, indicating that her system was performing high-speed calculations and self-diagnosis.
[WARNING: Detected root access command from an unknown source...]
[Instruction source analysis failed...]
[Attempting to disconnect the link...]
[Severance failed! Underlying protocol locked!]
"Ah--!"
Motoko Kusanagi's body trembled violently. She instinctively raised her hand to support the back of her neck, the port connecting her brain to her prosthetic body.
"It seems you understand."
Motoko Kusanagi straightened up.
She couldn't understand how this man had imprinted an indelible, unalterable, supreme authority deep within her soul.
What is your mission?
She abandoned her futile resistance and got straight to the point.
I want you to be my eyes, my ears, my... shadow.
"This empire was built by my own hands. But it grew too fast, so fast that even I couldn't see clearly whether the blood flowing in its veins was fresh or rotting pus."
"I need you to help me see it clearly."
Lynn turned around and looked directly into Motoko Kusanagi's eyes.
"I want you to infiltrate the secret networks of the Allies, Hydra, and even those politicians in Washington. I need to know every word they say, every document they sign, and every dirty secret they hold in their hearts."
"I want you to become the Chief Security Officer of Foresight Holdings, and also my personal secretary. You'll handle the mountains of reports, sift through the useful information, and shoo away the useless ones."
Motoko Kusanagi listened in silence.
Chief Security Officer?
Private secretary?
She was once the commander of the country's most elite troops, but now she has to be the secretary of a man of unknown origin.
"Your abilities shouldn't be used only on the battlefield."
Lynn saw through her thoughts.
"Guns can only destroy the body. But information can erode a person's will, an organization, or even a nation."
This world is far more complex, and more... fragile than you imagine.
He handed her the wine glass.
This time, Motoko Kusanagi did not refuse.
She took the glass and drank it all in one gulp.
The strong alcohol had no effect on her prosthetic body.
"I need an office."
Motoko Kusanagi put down her sake glass, and her previously aloof, mechanical demeanor softened somewhat.
Your office is right next to mine.
Motoko Kusanagi nodded and turned to walk towards her new battlefield.
His empire finally had a true Guardian.
One who could handle his trivial matters, one who could see into the darkness for him, a loyal and perfect secretary.