Accompanied by cold words, the figure that Gao Gong had seen before, that indistinct-faced woman appeared.
Her expression was sinister and violent, with eyes seemingly dripping ’illegally obtained instructions’ as venom. Her nails disappeared, fingers elongated, skin wrinkled, like a fusion of a Western Old Witch and Black Mountain Demon. When she moved, it was the sound of her claws trampling on the data net, a dense ’dida’ sound.
"Boss, my wife, she—" Black Python felt his jaws trembling.
"Yeah, your wife is taking a big dump," Gao Gong said calmly.
"Is this her, her previous personality?"
"If I guessed correctly, your wife’s previous personality has already been wiped out by her."
"Cyber hackers are different from other professions; split personalities are the taboo of taboos. I don’t know why Scorpion entered Puppet City, but ever since she developed a second personality, it ans that two personalities absolutely cannot coexist. The first to act is strong, the second to act suffers."
"That can’t be right, Boss, my wife and I, we both take a ’Personality Balancer’ every month. If she only has one personality, why take ds?"
"Co on, your wife’s main persona is the world’s 11th-ranked Super Hacker; it’s not that easy to completely erase."
"Think positively; maybe she just went crazy."
"Hiss~~"
Scorpion, logged into her hacker account, didn’t care about the babbling of the two idiots. She put in a lot of effort just to hack into Dou’s brain.
Indeed, the scene before them, which resembled a starry sky seen through a space telescope, was Dou’s brain. The smarter the brain, the brighter its radiance.
And Dou’s data brain was resplendent like the stars.
The venom in Scorpion’s eyes flowed faster, running down her cheeks, dropping onto the nerve bundles, falling into brain grooves as deep as the Mariana Trench, burning the gyri, paracentral lobule, and cuneiform lobe with smoke bubbling out more intensely than seen before.
Then, a thick, formless scorpion tail stabbed harshly into the mist, sending user codes flying chaotically, almost overwhelming this world, swapping countless faces, brain-machines smoking, and as the code spewed recklessly, a small gap slowly opened.
Scorpion grasped her husband and stuffed him into the gap, with Gao Gong leisurely strolling in the middle, and finally Mr. Brainstem pulling the Host Brain, all jumping in together.
The four seed to fall into a bottomless abyss.
The old saying goes, when you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.
When you drop your pants to pee into the abyss, the abyss will spit you out.
Then, with lights and shadows flickering, visuals swirling, the five of them regained their senses to find themselves spat out onto the streets of Hive City.
Scorpion once again resud her female Programr’s appearance, looking quite displeased.
Black Python instinctively stomped on the ground, hard and unillusioned, yet he felt his brainpower wasn’t enough; he needed a smart brain, so he poked Gao Gong.
"Boss, what’s the situation now?"
"Don’t you think your wife’s expression now is akin to when she found out you had 13 wives and 26 mistresses before?"
"It’s very similar."
"Then the situation is quite dire."
Gao Gong turned, glanced at the Host Brain, who had words on the tip of his tongue and a conflicted expression, and he smiled.
"So let lay out the current situation for you."
"First, high-end business wars often need only the simplest cooking thods, so I planned to start by kidnapping our overbearing President and genius Scientist, forcing him to surrender to .
Obviously, the plan failed.
The President not only wasn’t caught but also opened the company firewall, that virtual space just now, trapping us.
Then, to save our skins, our Sister Poison acted decisively, trying to hack the enemy’s brain to break us out of the virtual space and back into the real world.
But now it seems the hacking plan also failed."
"But didn’t we escape?" Black Python said.
"Look at this street, then look at this Hive City. Don’t you think sothing’s missing?"
"What’s missing?" Black Python vaguely rembered this was the road they had taken before, called ’Central Street,’ and as he walked along it—
"Hive, no, that Hive is gone!" exclaid Black Python.
"Indeed, how could an intact chanical Main Brain just disappear like that?" Gao Gong seed to be talking to soone else or just muttering to himself, "It seems the personality has indeed changed, the skills have gotten rusty, we haven’t escaped the virtual space yet."
Scorpion’s face darkened further.
Mr. Brainstem frowned, "Mr. G, can you tell us where we are now!"
"A good question," Gao Gong looked at the Host Brain: "How about you, the chief scientist, explain?"
A screen lit up on the Head Brain, with a line vertically bisecting it, the top a digital space composed of countless code signals, the bottom a reality composed of countless individuals.
"Originally, Cyber Space and the real world were distinctly separated, but the ’Electronic Brain Plan’ severed this line."
The line was severed, signals and people mingled, like a digital hell soup boiling over.
"This doesn’t an the physical paraters in reality will be broken, they’re only being influenced.
The real trouble is us, humans ourselves.
When Cyber Space sinks, all external human sensations, like hearing, touch, taste, etc., can be manipulated.
Your vision could be simulated, touch could be overcharged, taste could be modified.
You could indulge in debauchery in the Other Shore of Freedom’s pleasure dens, but your real body might be asleep in so trash heap, waiting to die.
Your perceived physique might feel as strong as Superman, but your actual body could be limbless.
Virtual Machines, online devices, Access Chambers, body implants, in the past, required any of these devices to accomplish even one of these manipulations.
But now, that is no longer needed.
You might just walk down the street routinely, and your visual could be switched thousand miles away, your taste placed into a cesspool, hearing in the world’s top symphonic opera house, while your tactile sensation might be in bed with so woman.
This isn’t scaremongering, but an inevitable event.
So, back to the point, you ask where we are now, our physical bodies are probably inside the chanical Main Brain, but with each switch by ’Dou,’ I can responsibly tell you.
Roughly within planetary range."
Gao Gong squinted slightly and suddenly laughed: "Host Brain, it seems you understand too, if your boss really wanted to save you, you wouldn’t be with us now, right."
"That’s right, but I must clarify that no company has done large-scale Brain-Machine transformations beforehand, and to manipulate such a massive amount of data in a short ti and distinguish individual data is extrely difficult."
"I have a question," Mr. Brainstem suddenly said: "If, in the Electronic Brain Plan, our senses can be split, then, if senses are destroyed in reality, the physical shell—"
"As you guessed, the destruction of sensory data will likewise impart catastrophic damage to the reality organs."
Mr. Brainstem’s face turned pale.
’Buzzing’ sounds suddenly arose, and next mont, a black line appeared in the sky, opened up, eventually becoming chanical bees, wicked clawed with pulsing knives ejecting.
And in this city, the ones to be transford were only these four.
"It seems this is an even more dangerous virtual space," Gao Gong clenched his hand, feeling very unfamiliar, and opened the system panel again, at Level 12 (space sealed).
Glancing at the attributes again,
Weak to the core.
’So, it’s knocked back to pre-transmigration levels.’
"Run, what are you standing there for!" Black Python was the first to react, hugging his wife, starting to bolt hurriedly.
"I have a question for you!" Scorpion finally woke from a trance, staring intently at the Host Brain: "Why didn’t my hack break through that person’s brain defense? I clearly deleted his brain data completely."
’Host Brain’ hesitated for a mont, finally lighting up words on the face screen.
"Because of Consciousness Package Technology."
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