After completing a series of preparations, Ditrian leaned forward so that the mirrors he had previously placed on the table could clearly reflect the socket on his skull.
Every move was so cautious that he stripped off the plastic patch with his left hand and pushed the intellectual core back with quick and steady movements.
This step is the top priority.
The power gap hissed in his head, and the clicking sound it made as it slides into place echoed in the bone behind his nose.
"Omnisaiah bless-"
Using the edge of a nail, he pressed down the reset switch, which was hidden beneath the black and white mechanical work used to decorate the top of this core.
Next, either he will receive a greater capacity for knowledge in return, or his brain will be thoroughly cooked from the inside out.
soon,
The red diode cavity lit up around the edge of the core.
When they formed a circle, they flashed and turned green.
Ditrien relaxed, realizing that he had unknowingly tense his skin, he couldn't help but grin, when his intelligence core was once again connecting with his brain, adding useful readings to his vision.
[Storage capacity reading display 25%]
“Doubled, good!”
Ditrian patted his hands gently, then frowned.
He had no time to pack his tools, and he didn't even take a look when he got up and left the room.
A stack of sacred stc templates are waiting for him to analyze, and
He was already late.
Before he could reach his destination, the display panel on his shoulder lit up-
"Ditrien, where are you?"
Loken's face appeared on the floating image screen, and the picture was covered with blue shadows, which combined with a large number of image writing lines.
This instrument is made of semi-active light-emitting diodes whose chemical composition is collected from deep-sea bacteria, so the picture will appear blue.
"I have arrived."
After several layers of security inspections, Ditrian strode into the technical hall.
This is a five-story room with a huge, semicircular window in front of it overlooking the view outside the monastery fortress.
On the left side of its field of view, you can see a large ground radar, which looks like a flat, steel mirror that reflects the glow of stars in the distance. From the radar, the cables that bind it are like a flashing silver needle.
Each floor of the room is covered with control panels of protective automatic devices, and each is generously equipped with imaging equipment and emits the same, strong light at this moment.
In the hall, Loken, Faya, and biotechnician Jamini Ford were already waiting.
"Sorry, I'm one minute and thirty-two seconds late."
Ditrian hurried up the three-story stairs and quickly sat into the uncomfortable chair.
The three-dimensional pattern woven by light suddenly appeared beside him, and a miniature all-stone ring popped open in front of him.
As the table felt his presence, the state readings of the huge stc memory were also activated one after another.
Just as the machine was blessing independently, the prayers of the servants also mumbled and made sounds from their speakers.
These stc memories are all red, and their outer surfaces are rendered translucent to show the condition of the secondary system located below them.
And the brain wave scanner used for connection is emitting an unsettling orange light.
Ditrian checked for a while, then pulled out a steel-covered communication cable and inserted it into a socket behind his ear.
Everything went well, just the spring retractor was rolled too tightly, and the cable was tugging annoyingly on one side of his head, forcing his neck to be in an uncomfortable position.
But now is not the time to worry about comfort. He divides his consciousness and distributes it between several operating tables.
With the help of his outstanding intellectual core, the field of vision in his mind was broken down into several quadrants, the top of his field of view was occupied by a large number of state readings, and the lower half was divided into three image fields, each of which showed readings from one of the memories.
“Look forward.”
Loken halfway sings these words, and accompanied them is a stream of data-rich binary verbs.
Then, four aimless servants began to sing the hymn of the data torrent. Under a silent command from Ditrien, the other servants added their deep voices to the singing, and they recited the poem of the Secret of Security.
The real world gradually retreated, and the lengthy text rolled over one side of Ditrian's vision, while the back and forth exchanges between other technical priests were rendered into bright green texts, and the rapid, endless rushing binaries of zero and one.
Soon, a larger panel of text flashed through his consciousness.
It said, asking Ditrian to confirm receipt.
The electrical pulses were running continuously, from the organic path of his brain to the nanowires grafted on his nervous system, and then sent to the machinery, confirming that he had received the message.
It is true at all, the God of All Machines has created a miracle.
The biggest difficulty in analyzing the stc template is that the program language used by ancient humans is different from the recording mode and all program structures known to mechanics today. Therefore, simple mechanical analysis is useless and must have the role of a "translator".
Simply put, it is to arrange the ancient data into a structure that can be analyzed by the data meter and correct some of the unrecognized readings.
This is a difficult and extremely risky project. The data modes of ancient humans were very redundant and tightly structured, which means that the data flow per second may be ten or even hundreds of times that of existing mechanical teaching programs.
In this process, if a bad thing is happening, Ditrian's brain will immediately boil.
Therefore, in this kind of work, digital sage-level technicians often require operation at the same time.
But Ditrien was very proud of himself. He did not think he was worse than any technical sage, even though he had never really entered the orthodox mechanical teaching system.
"Um--"
With a slight sting, Ditrian's world was caught in an infinite data torrent, and the stc memory began to whine.
"Praise God of All Machines, praise Omnisaiah, praise the driving force that moved into us."
All the servants and the members of the Mechanics began to praise.
Ditrian had no time to care about it, his split vision swayed, and the images divided into three parts became diversified.
If he doesn't focus, conflicting inputs will make him want to vomit.
Then, he issued an analysis command, and the data flow ushered in a brief burst, but he could still withstand that ancient data began to become binary codes that could be parsed by the instrument under the high speed of his intelligent core.
During this process, Ditrian also pays attention to the temperature indicator from time to time.
Chapter completed!