Switching jobs to a cyber hacker and entering the cyberspace again feel completely different.
Sensory data runs more smoothly, shaping is faster, and consciousness is clearer.
This is mainly because of a piece of professional knowledge - The Electronic Hacker's Handbook
Electronic Hacker's Handbook:
Lv1: Through hacker training, develop a series of sensory systems such as hearing, vision, touch, taste, smell, etc., and integrate them with connected devices to enhance input and output.
Lv5: Can identify the data nodes you need from the torrent of sensory data, and master the touch world composed of buttons and switches through code
The biggest function of the lv5 electronic hacker manual is actually that you can choose your own ‘place of descent’.
Just like game saves, in cyberspace, he can selectively come to any place he has visited.
Gao Gong appears on the wreckage of the 'Metaverse'.
The 'Metaverse' has become a bridge across the river broken in two, with the middle part inserted into the data seawater, with broken bridge piers floating on the seawater, and the cracks are embedded code structures.
Violent data rain fell from the sky, and the water level became higher and higher. From time to time, a huge wave of data would hit. When the wave was at its highest point, countless program comments were sprayed out.
The two things that programmers hate most are writing comments themselves and others not writing comments.
These 'program comments' exploded in mid-air, turning into waves of data. I don't know how many programmers will be looking at the messy code tomorrow, and their heads will be so painful that they will lose hair.
He put his hand into the puddle, stirred it, and used his professional skill "Simulated Data Programming". After the five seconds of data generation time, he used his palm forcefully and gently lifted it, and a big black umbrella was pulled out.
With one hand in his pocket and one hand holding an umbrella, the extremely beautiful young man looked like a torn little flower in the violent storm, which made him look particularly cute and adorable.
The senior engineer walked to the shore and found Black Code squatting on the ground, bored.
"Where's Sister G?"
Black Code raised his chin. On the driveway, large trucks turned into local area networks were smashed to the ground. Telegraph poles turned into signal base stations were kicked into two pieces. Even the passing AI wildcats were brutally exploded.
head.
The senior engineer walked along the information highway and climbed onto the viaduct.
On the road, vehicles of various strange shapes appear from time to time.
In reality, they may be news websites, virtual communities, data transmitters, or servers.
But it is obvious that this road is unavailable.
In the center of the viaduct, explosions were heard from time to time.
"Many websites will be unavailable today," the senior engineer said to himself.
In the center of the viaduct, a tattooed girl was holding a pink machine gun and firing at the passing vehicles.
The bullet chain turned into a beam of light, and explosions continued wherever it passed.
At her feet, there are hill-like robot remains, which also have a name in reality.
antivirus software.
In the violent storm, the gunfire sounded like thunder.
Gox's eyes turned red when the rain fell, all her eyeshadow was washed away, and her beautiful braid turned into a feather duster.
Her anger will set the rain bucket on fire!
The rain on her head suddenly disappeared.
Gox turned her head in shock and saw a beautiful young man holding an umbrella for her and smiling at her.
Gox looked at the other person blankly, and the rain fell from his eyes at some point.
The machine gun was thrown down at some point, and the tattooed girl suddenly let out a "wow" and hugged the other party hard.
"The old woman is gone, she is gone, woo woo woo..."
The senior engineer put away his umbrella and let the raindrops of data fall down. Every drop of rain was actually a piece of memory and a feeling.
…
"Alyssa is not dead."
Facing Black Code and Gox, Gao Gong was full of confidence.
"Are you sure?" Black Code asked seriously.
"Well, the new search engine doesn't have so many product placements. I've confirmed it in reality."
The senior engineer smiled and said: "Don't worry, Alyssa's body is now being decomposed into countless data crawlers, which are reabsorbing data so that she can regain her human form."
"What you said makes sense," Black Code murmured: "If she really dies, we can't escape from the metaverse."
"Then what should we do now?" Gox asked dully.
"The reason why the mother of data cannot defeat the pipeline master is not because the pseudosensory data is inferior to neural signals, but because there are too many data havens in cyberspace, resulting in a large amount of valuable business data being occupied by vampires like enterprises."
"If we want to speed up Alyssa's resurrection, the only thing we can do is to break the shackles of these data ports, release these secret data, and let the search volume of search engines skyrocket."
"That's true," Black Code smacked his hand, "As the total amount of data increases, won't the old woman be able to be resurrected faster?"
Gox stood up suddenly, her big almond-like eyes suddenly widened, and the bloodshot eyes began to increase. She hugged Gao Gong's shoulders and showed a murderous smile.
"Hey, little pet, which one should we attack first?"
The prototype of Rich Woman Ai Ai showed a playful smile.
"I happen to know such a place."
…
The sky was slightly bright, and the senior engineer stood up, took off the electrode pads on his temples, twisted his neck, and prepared to go up and see his cheap sister.
After entering the door, the senior engineer suddenly frowned. There was no one on the bed, only a note.
'I'm going to work. Breakfast is in the refrigerator. Remember to eat it.'
The senior engineer tilted his head. The next moment, large pieces of flesh and veins bulged on the walls, the door, and the ground. The nerve bundles were like spider webs, covering the small house tightly.
"This can all go away, information life? Concept life? Or ontology digitization?"
"Or maybe Gao Yuanyuan, who walked with me yesterday, doesn't actually exist?"
Gao Gong really couldn't figure out how the other party left.
High-level information life can indeed flash from planet to planet.
But this is at least after level 90.
This is just a girl from a low-level planet.
The senior engineer thought of the three options given by the task.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Escape, destroy, report."
"report?"
"Gokes, Gao Yuanyuan, two-in-one AI experimental subjects, are they created to fight against the Mother City?"
"Why did Alyssa ask me to solve the real-life Gao Yuanyuan matter as soon as possible before disappearing? Is it because if it is not solved now, it will not be solved in the future?"
"Once a certain stage is reached, the two personalities will end up with one swallowing the other?"
…
Until Ah Hong appeared at the door of the shop, Gao Gong still didn't understand.
"Why do you have such an ugly face," Hiro said carelessly. The pink-haired Aidolu also showed his projection as he entered the door, and waved to the senior engineer in a friendly manner.
"Where are the things?" the senior engineer asked angrily.
"Hey, what I brought you are all good products, which can only be bought in our circle."
Hiro mysteriously took out several small boxes and opened them one by one.
As expected, they are all good products, all excellent hacker chips.
‘Prosthetic body overheating’, ‘electromagnetic short circuit’, ‘remote hacking’, ‘system control’, ‘personality modification’, ‘memory search’, ‘emotional slave’, ‘black training’
"Ahem, this is for my own use."
Seeing the senior engineer looking over, Hong blushed and quickly took away the 'Blackened Training' and replaced it with 'Weakness Projection'.
"By the way, if you don't have an implant chamber, how can you install the hacker chip?"
A big reason why Hong came here in person was to see if the other party could really use hacking skills without borrowing the implant warehouse.
If this kind of technology really exists, it will definitely be a big breakthrough in the hacker industry!
Generally speaking, there will be no more than three chip sockets in the implant cartridges on the market, and the top implant cartridges will not have more than five, and the maximum will be no more than eight, because the human cerebral cortex has a total of four areas, the frontal lobe and the parietal lobe.
, temporal lobe and occipital lobe, a maximum of two chips can be inserted into each area, and the brain will not be able to withstand any more.
Therefore, how to combine hacker chips, how to form your own style, whether to follow the prosthetic explosion style or the personality intrusion style, is a very serious question.
The senior engineer glanced at the other person, said nothing, and stretched out his arm. As the muscles squirmed, two rows of insertion openings appeared on the inside of the forearm.
Hiro was stunned: "You don't want to put it in your head?"
"I don't need to wear a helmet. Besides, the entire nervous system is not located in the brain."
Under Hong's shocked eyes, the engineer inserted the chips into the inside of his forearm one by one. With each chip inserted, a violent data flow penetrated the nervous system and turned into a wonderful combination of neuron signals.
Without an implanted warehouse, there is naturally no restriction from the implanted warehouse. As long as the nervous system can bear it, there is no problem for a senior engineer to have hacker chips inserted all over his body.
The experiment concluded that every time a chip is inserted, the pressure on the nervous system will increase.
For every 10 points of perception, one chip is charged.
So in theory, the number of hacker chips that senior engineers can implant now is 10.
A hacker monster was born.
…
On a rainy night, I showed up at the door of the killer's stronghold with a knife and no umbrella.
Unexpectedly, there was a long queue at the door.
There are also many conspicuous signs at the door.
‘New era killer, new era idol’
‘Killing, collecting corpses, condolences to family members, self-cultivation of killers’
‘Assassin’s League, the debut of the killer group’
‘How to cultivate your own fan base, how to maintain your own personality, how to live broadcast assassinations, a seven-day crash course on the Assassination League’
"..."
Brother Umbrella checked several times before he was sure that he was not in the wrong place.
"Brother, are you here to do this too?" A handsome boy in front of him turned his head and asked.
Brother Umbrella nodded.
"What did you originally do?"
Brother Umbrella thought for a while and then said in a strange way: "Novelist."
"Then you are not professional enough."
"Your profession?"
"I am a very good barber. My goal is to kill bad guys and make a lot of money!"
After waiting in line for an hour, and making an appointment with the handsome guy in front of me to eat beef brisket together at some time, it was finally my turn to bring a knife without an umbrella on a rainy night.
The three judges looked at him with scrutiny.
"Name?"
"Umbrella."
"Race?"
On a rainy night, I glanced at the player board with a knife but no umbrella, and said: "Native."
"gender?"
"……male."
"Speciality?"
"Speciality?"
"What are you good at, what are your hobbies, skills, etc." A middle-aged female judge said impatiently.
"Assassin, don't you just need to kill people," he said after being silent for a while with a knife but no umbrella on a rainy night.
"What era do you have these concepts in? Nowadays, to be a killer, you have to pay attention to the decathlon."
"Let me ask you, can you sing?"
"Won't."
"Can you dance?"
"Won't."
"If you can't sing and dance rap, why are you a killer!?"
Facing the judges' questions, I carried a knife without an umbrella on a rainy night for the first time and felt that the tasks in this game were too damn difficult.