Author: Binary Sword Fairy

What does "taste" mean to people like Lindsay?

Is it a certain key character? Is it the log residue generated by IP contact? Or?

Wolfe didn't know, couldn't figure it out.

While Wolfe was at a loss, Lindsay had already taken him to the physical warehouse where general-purpose civilian [Brain Robots] were stored.

Wolfe quickly found the general-purpose civilian [Brain Robot] corresponding to the product activation code he found in the office in the mechanical corridor in the building.

Lindsay found a data cable in the warehouse, groped for a while on Wolfe's dead head, said "Found it", and then plunged the end of the data cable into somewhere on Wolfe's head.

He inserted the other end of the data cable into a slot in a mechanical buckle under the back of [Brain Robot]'s head, and then said to Wolfe:

"Start uploading your memories and mental characteristics immediately. Let me confirm one last time - are you ready to fight omnics for a long time?"

Wolfe's eyes were flustered for a moment, but he finally became firm:

"I'm not ready, but I want to do it."

Lindsay nodded, and her hands scattered into floating points of data were placed on the back of [Brain Robot]'s neck:

"Ready to start uploading, countdown to three numbers, three, two, one..."

When the countdown ended, Wolfe's eyes suddenly went dark.

This time the darkness did not last long. When Wolfe felt a slight "tearing" feeling in his spirit, Lindsay's voice could already be heard in his ears:

"Done!"

When Wolfe opened his eyes again, the first thought that came to his mind was, "The whole world in front of me has become extremely clear."

The second thought that came to my mind was that "perception has deteriorated" - all attributes of the surrounding objects, including temperature, humidity and even air pressure, etc., were accurately captured by the brain robot's skin sensors and fed back to the robot.

The brain computer analyzed, but Wolfe did not feel clear cold or heat, moisture or dryness, nor did he feel whether the air pressure around him was high or low.

These feelings were not absent at all. When these data were fed back to the brain computer, he did "feel" them.

But this feeling is completely different from when I was a human!

He couldn't describe the specific differences.

This feeling made him a little panicked.

Lindsay obviously knew how he felt, so she patted his shoulder, which was taller than herself:

"Get used to it."

Wolfe wanted to speak out, but the feeling of speaking was different from before.

Obviously they are talking, but the feeling is different:

"Where are you going next?"

He felt a little uncomfortable, but he couldn't pinpoint where exactly he felt uncomfortable.

I just feel so empty inside... so empty.

Lindsay looked a little lonely:

"I don't know...my career is gone, the laboratory has been transformed into that horrible state...I have nowhere to go."

When Wolfe thought of the current appearance of the Byron Weiss Group building, he could probably guess what "that ghostly appearance" that Lindsay mentioned might look like.

At this moment, Wolfe realized the benefits of having a brain-computer body - when he saw or heard information, the brain-computer would immediately process the information, allowing him to analyze the information in an instant

, and give feedback:

"Perhaps there is someone who can help you."

Lindsay was surprised and said:

"who?"

Wolf said:

"That person is also doing research on brain computers. I can introduce you to him."

Lindsay became interested and asked:

"What company does that person work for? Is he a scientific researcher from the Northern Federation? Is he someone from the Imperial Academy? Or is he a researcher from other large companies?"

The careless Wolfe answered truthfully:

"No, no, neither. He started his own business. I don't know the specific details because I only heard that he was starting a business and I have never been to his company.

If you are interested, you can ask him directly."

Lindsay nodded:

"Then, tell me his contact information."

Wolfe:

"His name is Chen Yan. He is currently at the Dais Island Mechanical Hive. His phone number is..."

…

…

Chen Yan had a dream.

He dreamed that he was traveling in a huge pipe, and the surroundings were dark but not completely dark. There were barking and neighing sounds behind him - something was chasing him in the pipe.

He didn't know what those things were and why he was so afraid. He only knew that the fear had reached its peak, so much so that he even woke up to a certain extent in his dream——

The dreamlike feeling of fear became clearer.

He knew he couldn't let those things catch up with him, but he didn't know why he couldn't let those things catch up with him.

Finally, after running wildly for an unknown amount of time, he finally jumped out of the pipe and plunged into the bustling crowd.

The crowd was like a vast ocean with no end in sight, and the neon lights of various colors shining on the billboards above the crowd's heads even formed a halo like a rainbow in the dense rain.

'Rainbow...I must be crazy...'

Chen Yan moved forward in the crowded crowd, and the barking and hissing behind him continued. He turned around and saw that the monsters were already killing people in the crowd behind him. Blood and severed limbs were flying everywhere, but the crowd

This did not cause panic, and the crowd did not even react to the outbreak of killing. They did not escape and allowed the monsters to slaughter them.

'They're chasing me.'

Fear prompted Chen Yan to push away from the crowd and run aimlessly in the rain. The light pollution from the billboards turned into neon in the rain.

During the heavy rain, he suddenly saw a familiar road.

'I have never been to this place before, how could I see a familiar road...'

His feet were not controlled by the vague will at all. He turned around and rushed to the road he was familiar with——

This is an inconspicuous alley. The asphalt ground in the alley has become pitted because it has not been repaired for a long time. Under the corrosion of acid rain for many years, some weeds still grow in the broken asphalt. These little things with strong vitality have adapted.

The harsh environment of light and clean water gave rise to a new life in such a harsh environment.

Chen Yan passed by a large iron gate sealed by a rusty iron chain. Next to the large iron gate was a rusty label with the words "Neural Debugging Vocational and Technical School".

Chen Yan felt an inexplicable sense of security from the name of the school. He jumped up, crossed the three-meter-high fence, and entered the deserted and dilapidated campus inside the big iron gate regardless of his hands being scratched by the protective net.

middle.

This place has not been maintained for a long time, and the ground is overgrown with weeds. These weeds, which have been genetically contaminated and have not been exposed to sunlight all year round, have completely transformed into another kind of plant that Chen Yan is not aware of.

Chen Yan didn't know this.

Barks and roars were heard again in his ears, and the fear in Chen Yan's heart bloomed again. He crossed the grass that was taller than others, ignoring the blood on his arm that was scratched by the plant leaves and was quickly sucked by the leaves.

Plunge into a black building.

'Is this the school's teaching building?'

The moment Chen Yan broke into the teaching building, the surroundings suddenly became noisy. Under the dim lights, many students appeared. They were dressed in different clothes and had a big age difference. At first glance, they were not students of a normal full-time school.

Chen Yan rushed from the first floor to the second floor. Instead of entering the familiar classroom, he quickly came to the fifth floor, stopped in front of the door of Room 513 at the end of the fifth floor, and then pushed the door open with trembling hands.

A light suddenly appeared in front of me.

The light was so dazzling that Chen Yan couldn't help but raise his arms to cover his eyes, and moved forward to enter the door.

When the light faded, Chen Yan put down his arms and stared blankly into the room:

This seemingly small room is very messy. Socks and underwear are scattered on the multifunctional clothes drying rack hanging on the ceiling fan in the center of the room. Opposite the door is an open window, and outside the window is a summer scene.

——Sunshine, coast, beach, cactus, coconut trees, seagulls, and the endless blue sea.

Chen Yan even heard the chirping of cicadas from outside the window.

He looked at all this with dull eyes, his hazy consciousness completely unable to understand what was happening in front of him and where he was.

He blankly turned his gaze to the bottom of the multifunctional clothes drying rack.

It was a crumpled-looking single bed. At this time, a news was playing on the retro-style "big head" TV opposite the bed. Although an announcer was wearing women's clothing, he seemed to be unable to distinguish between men and women.

The sound of the sound is being broadcast:
To be continued...