Virtual Revolution

Subtitles by explosiveskull

Thanks, Dalwyn.

That was a good fight.

Nice loot! We've got the amulet!

Perfect! Let's move on!

Spawns are dangerous in this zone!

Dalwyn, can you teleport us?

Sure.

Go ahead. I'll catch up with you later.

I need to check my emails.

Okay.

Log out.

The year is 2047.

A century of technological revolution.

The revolution did happen, just not really the way people thought it would.

People were expecting robots,

flying cars, more spatial exploration.

Well, all of that did happen.

But none of it was the revolution.

The revolution wasn't our better grasp and control on our reality.

It was our escape from it.

It all started as just games,

virtual worlds called verses,

in which players could play avatars in different kinds of sets.

From medieval to science fiction to Western.

You name it.

These verses became more and more realistic.

Until the moment it became difficult

to tell the difference between reality and fantasy.

When there was no reason to stay in the real world anymore.

Society has changed.

75% of the population, known as the Connected,

don't give a damn about reality anymore,

and now spend all of their time online,

leaving the real world to a small minority.

The revolution did happen.

Just not the way people thought it would.

Olmetta Worlds, where death never ends.

Discover worlds without limits.

Synternis.

Dina.

Nash.

We have a new case.

It happened a few hours ago.

Players from the West Land verse were killed.

- More virulently than the last attack. - How many?

One hundred and forty-eight.

Our players were prepared,

but it wasn't enough.

They managed to perfect the virus.

How are you going to hide 148 dead bodies?

That's our job, Nash.

Yours is to find out who's responsible.

This terrorist threat has got to be dealt with as soon as possible.

The attacks are getting out of hand.

Maybe it's time to contact Interpol?

I don't think that's a good idea.

Their servers are hacked all the time.

If Interpol got involved, we wouldn't be able to target the Necromancers directly.

I think your wages show the recognition we have of your talent.

You, of all people, wouldn't want to see this problem go to someone else.

Of course not. That's not what I meant.

But the number of casualties are increasing every single time.

Maybe we're not proceeding in the best way possible.

The Necromancers are but a few.

They have distinct and independent cells.

With each cell that we destroy

we are a step closer to a resolution.

It takes time.

But we are winning.

Okay. What's the address?

I am uploading the information onto your PDA.

So far, all we have is a location.

The virus was traced back to an IP address.

Find who the Necromancers are and eliminate them.

You'll get paid for the terrorists behind the attack,

as well as any cell member that you identify.

Once you proceed to elimination, contact us.

We'll send in the cleaners.

As per usual.

Nash.

This latest crisis is unfortunate,

but we're delighted to have you on board.

We trust you.

I'll try not to disappoint, then.

The good thing with having most of the population locking itself inside,

is that the risk of getting caught while breaking and entering someplace

is pretty low.

Typical.

That was fun.

Easy.

Stop being such a softy, dude.

Try not to enjoy torturing me so much.

You do have a peculiar way of thanking people.

You could have said, "Thank you, Morel,

"for welcoming me in the middle of the night,"

or, "Thank you, Morel, for patching me up when I turn up without any notice."

Would you just shut up?

Yeah...

That too.

I presume you could have said that too,

but it's not so nice, though.

Anyway, what happened?

Bad encounter.

Ooh, bad encounter.

Stop pulling my leg.

This kind of thing doesn't happen anymore.

You can't make bad encounters in the streets nowadays.

There's no one left to meet in the streets.

Well, except in places like here.

Oh, you didn't get mugged out there, I hope?

No.

Good.

Seriously,

what do you really want?

Look, I know you.

You like me.

No, no. Don't say anything, I know it. You like me.

I might be the closest thing to a friend you've got.

But still, you wouldn't go so far as to stop by just to get some news.

And I'm doing well, by the way.

Thanks for asking.

No, you do need something from me.

And this has got nothing to do with some stitching up.

I'm quite sure you've got everything you need at your place for that. So?

There's a police camera, at Rue des Deux Freres and Rue Montaubard.

Can you access the history records?

You're talking about hacking Interpol's servers. It's a bit risky.

I'm told they're hacked into all the time. Can you do it?

Hey, I never said I couldn't do it.

I just said it was risky. That's all.

2,000 euro credits for you if you can do it.

Money?

I don't want money.

What I want, money can't buy.

Or not that easily.

But I know that you have some clients with access to certain hardware.

And I do like hardware.

So, if you can get me that,

I'll take care of your camera.

Okay, so, what are you looking for?

Maybe you want to know where the guy who did that to you went?

Then that would mean hacking the records

of all the other cameras in the neighborhood.

And that could become heavy.

I would probably get caught before getting anything.

No. Don't bother following them.

Those guys tend to use sewers and abandoned subway lines as their mode of operation.

No, his face in good resolution is all I need.

- Then I can identify him. - Okay.

Um, how will I know which one is your guy?

He's a big, bald, ugly son of a bitch. You can't miss him.

Are you even sure that he went in front of the camera, at least?

No. I don't even know which way he went when he left the building.

Damn camera is positioned down the street.

Doesn't overlook the building's entrance.

Okay.

So, what do I do if I can't find him?

Do a face recognition analysis.

Identify anyone who's been appearing near the building

more than once in the last seven days, not before.

Uh... Pfft. Okay.

Seriously, who still hires a private in this day and age?

People who can afford it.

And that's cool with me, because I like getting paid.

Yeah. And I don't picture you becoming Connected.

If only because of what happened to Helena.

Seriously?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Every single time I come over here, you mention her name!

Sorry, sorry, okay?

It just slipped out of my mouth.

What? You know me. I say shit.

You, you come around asking for weird stuff, and me, I say shit.

This is just who we are, right?

Hey! We good?

No matter how many times I tell him,

he always talks about Helena.

That being said, the guy is not a complete idiot.

He could feel something's off with his sister's death.

But he could never figure it out.

I guess that's what's still troubling him.

I had connected the doorbell to my gaming station.

Almost no one was doing it anymore.

Who is it?

The one who works when you spend some good time online.

Open up!

Anyone follow you?

There's no one outside!

Like yesterday and like the day before.

Jesus, get real!

Well, maybe try calling next time!

And talk about some illegal business over the phone?

What's wrong with you?

You've been spending too much time in your fairy worlds.

In reality, things work differently.

So, what did you find?

About the guy who had fun with your face, nothing.

I checked all six hours before the assault and the two hours after,

and no one that looked like your guy walked in front of that camera.