Chapter 46: Chapter 44 Professor Connor (Seeking continuous reading~)

Empire University and Arasaka Academy were not the same style.

Unlike the feeling of being designed from birth, Empire University felt much more genuine.

After all, in 2011, such a top-tier university held a high status in society, not only producing a large number of talents in various fields but also engaging in scientific research, making it truly "adult."

The surroundings were more spacious, predominantly parks, making it relatively less oppressive.

Honestly, although the air in New York wasn’t that great, it was still much fresher than in Night City...

Suddenly, the bio-monitor displayed a small line of text —

[The lead content in your blood has slightly increased, please be aware of air pollution.]

So, it was the sweet taste of leaded gasoline, no big deal.

seemed more promising and freer, but the technological gap was real.

Noticing Lille looking around, Matt then felt that this young boss actually seemed like a young person —

Of course, he had no idea what Lille was thinking.

Matt smiled and said, "Do you want to go to school?"

"The school days..." Lille paused, changing his phrasing, "might be one of the most beautiful times I can imagine."

Actually, Lille was talking about the past, his previous life.

But he wasn’t the nostalgic type; his current life was also colorful.

Lille looked at Matt in surprise, "It seems like Lawyer Murdock has some exceptional skills and doesn’t plan to hide them, huh?"

Don’t forget, Matt was blind.

How could he see Lille looking around? Of course, it was because he wasn’t strictly blind.

Matt kept smiling and adjusted his glasses, "We should count as having a life-and-death relationship, right? You seem quite extraordinary too; I guess we share more than just being splashed by dangerous chemicals."

"It seems I can’t deny that," Lille shrugged.

"No need to deny it. You’re different from me; your talents are superior. Everyone would envy your mind; I can see such a future."

"Really? I think your talent is also enviable," Lille paused, "I’m not talking about the physical kind, but the mental."

Matt stopped in surprise, "I didn’t know you had such a keen eye for observation?"

The two walked around the school in slight silence, then Matt suddenly asked, "I have a question. Actually, with this issue...maybe you could solve it by yourself. Cameras, circuits...

In fact, you could handle those guys alone, am I right?"

Seeing Bullseye get crushed into pieces and the car accident afterward, Matt didn’t think Lille needed to mobilize the residents.

He could have eliminated Bullseye alone, even taken out Kingpin, done many things without anyone knowing, quietly solving the problem.

Like Iron Man singlehandedly slaughtering terrorists, no words needed, just action.

Lille laughed, "Like a superhero?"

"An odd choice of words...but yes, like a superhero. You could stand up and solve everything by yourself, but you didn’t."

"And then, whenever something goes wrong, people pray: ’Please, let a superhero save me!’

Lille shook his head while speaking, "I want them to stand up, just like now. Maybe they can’t be ruthless or earn a lot of money, lack knowledge, even...lack courage.

But they have to get moving. They don’t dare to fight back against thugs, but they can send the courageous John to the hospital;

They don’t have money or houses, but they can save their landlord, Mr. Rigordo, who takes care of them.

In the East, there’s a term, ’Blue Sky Lord,’ initially used to show respect, but it gradually changed in meaning.

When their home is robbed, they pray for a Blue Sky Lord to help punish the thief; when they are beaten, they drag their wounded body and beg the Blue Sky Lord to see justice;

When their family is killed...they kowtow to death on the steps, asking the Blue Sky Lord to bring justice."

Matt thoughtfully said, "It sounds like...you’re worried they’ll always depend on you."

"Yes — in this world, those with great ability should bear more responsibility, but it doesn’t mean you are a waste yourself, hiding in a hole waiting for the crisis to pass.

Or rather, when you only know how to cover your eyes, plug your ears, and hide in a hole, that’s the real disaster."

"But...what can they do? You can’t always need a passerby to send you to the hospital, right?"

Lille grinned, "That’s why — capitalism poisons society, but currency is a great sociological invention.

They can do the work they are good at, pay me, I excel at what they don’t. Isn’t currency meant to facilitate such exchanges?"

Matt’s expression became odd, "Sounds like politicians justifying the system."

"No, if you think carefully, you’ll find that such social division indeed provides an environment where people can do what they are good at.

Otherwise, if I want to do research, I’d have to learn to farm, build houses...by the time I’m done, I’d be seventy or eighty."

"Talent, huh...people good at something don’t always like it."

"So..." Lille pointed to his head, "Actually, as researchers, what we should truly trade with these laborers is the future.

Using better technology, we can bring about a future where fewer people need to do grunt work.

Or, everyone genuinely hopes to trade with others for a better future, not superficial money.

The latter is being beguiled by tools, forgetting why they started."

In the end, rather than being a person, it’s more like being a personified...bank card?"

After listening, Matt didn’t speak for a long time — it was a perspective he had never considered.

He suddenly thought of his father.

His father was a bare-knuckle boxer. As a child, he often saw his father worry, hoping to earn more money.

But he knew his father didn’t really love money.

Thinking of this, Matt felt a moment of clarity, smiled, and said:

"You’ve thought a lot, but I agree with your view on superheroes; people indeed need to learn to change their situation through effort, not prayer.

You should attend philosophy classes."

"Come on — quickly introduce this professor to me."

They had arrived at the lab door.

But Matt just smiled without speaking.

At this point, a man’s voice came from behind Lille, "You spoke very well."

Lille turned around and saw a blonde middle-aged man with glasses, looking at him with appreciative eyes — although there seemed to be some...

Complexity?

"Nice to meet you — Lawyer Murdock, this must be Mr. Lee, right?"

Matt turned around and nodded, "Yes, Lille, this is Professor Kurt Conners. Hello, Professor."

So the professor had been following them all along?

Considering Matt’s keen senses, he must have noticed the professor following them...hopefully, he hadn’t overheard anything sensitive.

"Uh...nice to meet you, Professor Conners. Sorry—I mean, this meeting feels a bit sudden."

They shook hands, and Conners smiled while adjusting his glasses, "I’m the one who should apologize. I heard you and Lawyer Murdock discussing something, couldn’t help but lighten my steps to listen in.

Alright, let’s go inside — just as you said, I also hope to give patients tormented by illness a future."

Including himself.

Lille noticed Professor Conners’ empty right hand.