Bu Liuxing learned from Ishimura Sendou that the [module] in Refengkou was not a simple thinking model.
Most of the people in the Foehn Resistance are vrtalrealty virtual reality warriors.
The predecessor of this force was the Foehn Regiment of the First Traffic Department Guangling, and was dispatched by the governor of the area where Shinto City was located.
In the context of the long war, the battle group was originally divided into three armies, which are known as the special situation team, the attack team and the rapid response team.
Hot Wind integrated all the sub-corps, reorganized the scattered battle groups into a division of nearly 18,000 people, and used VR technology to share the combat skills of the divisions and unify the combat policy-this is the purpose of [Module]
predecessor.
Originally, soldiers with different positions have been working in various fields for more than ten years, and their combat styles are also very different. They can't fight against each other - but with the Venn mechanism, the Foehn Resistance has almost become a powerful army connected by flesh and blood.
People can use [modules] to learn knowledge from each other and experience each other's skills.
Later, a weak current feedback system for stimulating muscles was added, which can directly transform the physical body, turning a recruit with no combat experience into a veteran with rich muscle memory.
[Module] is the main product of Elysium, it is the history of mankind, and it is the coffin of the dead souls. As long as it is opened, these chaotic memories and novel experiences can change a person's thinking and desire.
This is another kind of blood donation ceremony, but it uses photoelectric digital scientific research projects. Taking what others have taken and turning it into your own is the carnism of Shinto City.
The thing that goes with the [Module] is [Yi Ke]. When Mr. Qian Tang was preparing for the VR training, he also explained the special features of Yi Ke to Meteor.
Not only are there [righteous bones] in the real world, but they are also found in the Elysium.
In order to cooperate with the electronic brain of Riemann's thinking model, people must not only have a yang body, but also a yin body.
Like the sound-producing device Qiantang prepared for Hot Wind, and this head, it is a doctor's "software prosthesis". It has many professional skills and can turn a homo sapiens who has never learned medical knowledge into a "standard doctor" immediately.
].
The thing corresponding to [Software Prosthetic Skeleton] is [Hardware Prosthetic Skeleton] in the material world, such as the complete set of nano-armor that Meteor saw on the executioner, which is combined with the essence of the Holy Beast to form artificial muscles and artificial neural exoskeleton.
——That is [standard soldier] manufactured by a professional arsenal.
Nowadays, it is too troublesome and complicated to find out the components of a human being in Shinto City.
First, we need to identify whether this guy is a real human being, and then identify this guy's true gender and self-thinking model.
When the body's DNA expression and mental state are severely fragmented, symptoms of personality fragmentation will appear - in addition, there are also variations of typical people and typical people.
Typical people refer to the DNA blueprint gene pool of [classic human beings] to create [standard babies]. These angel babies are more or less genetically compiled and have personality modifications. Compared with the traditional old-age homo sapiens, there are too many
So many advantages - except not having parents.
Typical human variants are strengthened based on the fragility of human nature. They are urgent resources created for a certain industry. For example, if the fission power station in Shinto City needs engineering talents, an outstanding engineer will be transferred from the gene bank.
genetic samples to create corresponding angel babies.
Under the cultivation of [Module], angel babies will receive various skills training, experience the life of their biological father, learn the knowledge of the biological father, acquire the skills of the biological father, accept the transformation of [hardware prosthesis], and obtain a body specially designed for
Physical body prepared for radiation from fission power plant - rejoining the society.
Like Refeng's [Angel Babies], those officers and soldiers who patrol during the day and at night were created one by one in this way.
Mr. Qiando knocked the foundation outside the stone house, erected two door pillars, and built a simple stone portal.
Meteor was very curious and asked Qiantang: "Grandpa, what are you doing?"
"Bridge a subspace and create a new community." Qiantang answered truthfully: "Elysium space allocates a set of infrastructure to every citizen, just like a house, like the cave I live in, it is myself
A small community that has been renovated and renovated.”
Meteor suddenly realized: "Oh! You want to build a practice room for me?"
"First of all, this was not created." Sentou Ishimura corrected him: "It's a long story. Do you have the patience to listen to it?"
Meteor was about to take out the diary from his clothes, but when he touched his empty hip pocket, he came to his senses - he was still in the Elysium, where did he get the diary from?
[Hold your right hand and pull hard.]
Meteor immediately followed Hot Wind's instructions, took out a journal from his right arm, and took out a pen from the folder, as if by magic.
Ishimura Sendo carved runes on the stone gate, which felt as mysterious as a ritual.
"Meteor Boy, you have to know that any virtual cyberspace requires physical hardware to support it - without hardware support, based on our scientific research level, there is no way to break through physical limitations to build a network."
"The neural network of Shinto City uses part of the psychic technology, but the underlying logic is still based on a super-large central servo. It must have hardware to connect everything, a signaling device, and signal input and output."
"As servo customers, we can own a piece of land of our own, but we must not privately develop territory in a death-restricted space - this is illegal and violates the regulations of the security center."
“In the past ten years or so, there were still hacker teams trying to have fun in the Elysian Space, trying to create a [Deep Web]—a place where they could hide deeper and not be discovered by the Internet police, but privacy breeds darkness, and darkness breeds criminals.
.The most private currency in the world is often the most evil thing."
"Now I want to retrieve part of the code in my community, modify the bridging method, and open a door to other communities. It should be a private community."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Meteor smiled awkwardly: "Can you say it in a way that I can understand?"
Ishimura Sendou shouted angrily: "I want to find you a practice room! It's best to be a haunted house! The owner is dead! In this way, I can renovate this unlucky guy's house so that you can have a quiet place to adapt.
New module, do you understand?"
Meteor: "Understood!"
[Thank God, I hope you really understand.]
Meteor: "So how long will it take?"
"I don't know!" Sentou Ishimura was still trying to bridge the gap in front of the stone gate: "In the paradise space, there are not only homo sapiens, but also typical humans, like artificial intelligence that specializes in serving humans. After working for three years, you can also own your own house.
No matter - after all, artificial intelligence already has personality."
"There are too many subspaces in this system, and there are also many desolate Jedi that have been abandoned by people, because people can easily fall into path dependence. When they see familiar things, they will repair them according to the inherent impression in their minds - modifying a space
It’s very difficult, but it’s very simple to build it from scratch.”
"Those abandoned spaces, commercial or civil, are nooks and crannies that were left behind because the owner changed careers, or personality splitting occurred, and the electronic life was completely dead. Our target is their community."
Meteor squatted next to Mr. Qiantang: "Is it difficult to find?"
"Generally speaking." Sendou Ishimura explained patiently: "The Shinto people will deal with these lands within a month, estimate the price of these things based on the remaining information in the community, and package them to sell to Kurome Senju - except for users
Except for personal items, in order to save server resources, they will be formatted."
Sentou Ishimura continued to replace the software prosthetics, picked up the right arms of these corpses, and tried his luck with the Venn mechanism over and over again. Finally, the stone door lit up.
"Yes!"
Meteor became nervous along with Ishimura.
They looked inside the stone gate——
——Ishimura covered his forehead, his expression became extremely grim, almost instinctively driving the old man to protect Meteor's spiritual world.
In the new private community, there is a fence connecting the garden of a villa. It seems that the owner has passed away, and has been for some time.
A stench rushed out from the half-opened door, and green animal feces were everywhere. These filth were evenly smeared on the wall. There were two corpses hanging from the electric fan, one big and one small. They looked like
A pair of mother and daughter - they have product codes on them, they are all derivatives of the module, and they are family services purchased by the owner.
Underneath the body were three greyhounds——
——Ishimura asked the shooting stars not to look at them. Who knows what earth-shattering things the owners of these software prosthetics have done!
At this moment, these three greyhounds were learning human etiquette, sitting at the dining table, holding the knife and fork dexterously with their paws, cutting off the organs and flesh from the corpse of an adult male on the table, and putting it on the plate.
Eat slowly.
Mr. Ishimura pulled open the arm of the software prosthesis and closed the door.
He took deep breaths repeatedly, and the ups and downs of his chest indicated that the old man had also suffered severe mental trauma.
"This space is not good. I'm afraid it's not good. The mental pollution index caused by it is too high."
Meteor's eyes were covered by Shicun, and he did not see the interior view of the villa clearly, so he asked.
"What happened?"
Sendou Ishimura carefully picked up the soft prosthesis, threw it into the corner of the cave, and patiently explained to Ryusei.
"The male owner of this community must be very rich. He bought many services, had a virtual wife and daughter, and also raised three dogs. Suddenly one day, he went crazy and decided to hang these two people.
A waiter installs modules related to human eating etiquette skills for the pets at home, so that these dogs can acquire some new skills. He leaves his image in the house and turns it into a table of human flesh meals for these smart pets to eat.
, and finally this software prosthetic body ended up with me.”
Meteor asked in surprise: "What's going on?!"
"Who knows?" Ishimura shrugged: "Maybe he suddenly wanted to be an artist. It is an unwritten custom in Shinto City to devote one's life to art."
Suddenly, Ishimura Sentou had an idea.
"I thought of it!"
In just ten seconds, he retrieved the body of a child who looked to be no more than ten years old from the trash pile of human remains.
Opening the bridge stone gate again, Sendou Ishimura reminded Ryusei to cover his ears.
"It will be a bit noisy. This kid is engaged in art. See if you can adapt. If you don't mind the noise, we can use this venue to train you."
Both of them looked into the stone door.
It was a sunny prairie, just like the image of a child in Mr. Ishimura's arms. A half-grown doll stepped on the bench, holding a hanging rope in his hand, and an easel in front of him.
There was nothing on the easel, it was blank. It seemed that the little doll had encountered a problem and didn't know what to draw.
This scene made Ryusei excited. The sense of justice in his heart did not allow him to sit idly by. Seeing his body rushing towards the door involuntarily, Ishimura Sendo hugged Asing tightly! He refused to let go no matter what!
Meteor: "This kid can't think of anything anymore? Is he going to commit suicide?! I want to save him!"
Qian Tang: "Don't! Silly boy! Don't get excited!"
The moment Meteor's hands fell from his ears, he heard an indescribable scream, and those vicious words almost drove him crazy!
Under the seemingly windy and cloudless clear sky, and on the seemingly beautiful and peaceful green grassland, bursts of piercing howls erupted from the child's mouth!
"How can you sleep at your age?!"
"Other artists hang themselves at the age of ten! Painters who can't die can't be famous at all!"
"Can you really make money with artificial intelligence? Are you here to make money? Are you here to eat shit?"
"There is no use in painting anymore! There is no use in anything!"
"Take one step forward, take one step forward! Many, many people will come to see this painting!"
"Coward! Why don't you want to die! Why!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "The famous little painter began to practice suicide techniques at the age of eight. He wants to die artistically! There must be a foreground, middle ground, and background, and every scene must be
Everything is carefully designed! What is your plan? Do you have a sense of design? Do you have that picture in your mind? End your life at the age of twenty? Do you want to be famous?"
"But I'm afraid! I'm a timid boy!"
Meteor's mouth opened wide, and his soul almost left his body. His right arm began to emit thick black mist, which was a sign that Refeng's thinking model was gradually disintegrating.
Mr. Ishimura slammed the door once again.
The two of them were in shock, looking at each other and slumped in front of the empty door.
Sendou Ishimura; "Are you okay?"
Bu Liuxing: "It's okay, it's just a bit exciting."
Sendo Ishimura: "He has a bad temper. Before he became cyberpsychotic, he was actually a quiet and introverted child. He often went to various communities to visit other users and show off his paintings. It's a pity."
Bu Liuxing wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The terrifying howl almost destroyed his spiritual world. It was not a simple sonic attack. The resentment contained in it was going to stab his soul.
Sendo Ishimura: "If you can adapt to this noise, we can transform his community."
"Forget it, forget it." Meteor couldn't calm down for a while, and started talking nonsense, and his seniority was also wrong: "Brother, forget it, there's no need."
Sendou Ishimura nodded helplessly, ready to change to a soft prosthesis and try his luck again.
Meteor didn't understand, so he asked Mr. Qiantang.
"Why is the Elysium so scary, and people still want to become ghosts?"
Qian Tang grabbed a strong arm and pulled the corpse out. He didn't check the corpse's face carefully, but he was eager to answer Meteor's questions.
"Because the world after death must be better than the world alive."
Meteor: "Why do you say that?"
Qian Tang: "I have only seen living people voluntarily go to the world of the dead, but I have never seen dead people willing to come to the world of the living."
Meteor: "makes sense"
[Stop talking nonsense! The most indispensable thing in the world is correct nonsense! Ask this guy if he has found the military module!]
[Boy! As long as we are patient, the venue is not a problem. But we need an imaginary enemy. If you want to enter the electronic museum, you must defeat the Shinto officers and soldiers and defeat my replica!]
Meteor was about to speak——
——Ishimura Sentou brought this strong corpse to the stone gate.
The door lit up and a very embarrassing scene occurred.
It is a multimedia control center with almost more than a thousand closed-circuit televisions monitoring all users in Community Zero.
Dozens of officers and soldiers patrolling day and night were walking around, holding information bags and rushing to each exit. They were all identical clones, children of Refeng.
Meteor: "Fuck!"
[Holy shit! You opened the back door of the security center!]
Not far away, in the rest room, a few brothers were still drinking coffee. The strong men had not yet reacted and had their backs to the stone gate.
Sendou Ishimura struggled to carry the corpse away from the gate, but was frightened.
When the two of them saw the true appearance of the corpse, they realized that it was the prosthetic body of a night patrol officer.
Meteor asked cautiously: "Have we been discovered?"
Sendou Ishimura: "Not yet. If the people at the security center know about this and know that I am using a software prosthesis to open the blind box - they will definitely rush over as soon as possible."
Meteor: "Is everything okay?"
[There must be something going on! There will always be some traces of the visit!]
[It’s just a minor nuisance. Rather than this, I’m more curious about why this old guy has the night watch software—where did he get this thing from? This is a copy of me.]
Meteor conveyed Hot Wind's question.
"Uh" Ishimura Sendou lowered his head and looked at the soft prosthetic skeleton, and suddenly his face turned red.
[It’s not what I think, is it? Sentou? It’s not what I think, is it?]
Sendo Ishimura decided to skip this topic.
"The most important thing in life is experience."
[Holy shit! You old guy is so perverted! No wonder you can stay awake for so many years!]
Meteor has not yet come to his senses from this riddle, because he did not understand what Refeng was saying from the beginning to the end.
[Meteor boy, think on the bright side! At least now we have found such a sparring partner!]