Brandon Bartholomew's previous communication with "Genesis" was limited to text interaction. Although the doctor loved quantum computers with a fatherly mood, he only treated it as a machine. When communicating, he used an accurate, underlying, and unsensual quantum compiled language. This was the first time that the quantum computer actively invaded the networked device to talk to him. This behavior with obvious subjective judgment can be said to be a sudden evolution of "Genesis".

The networked devices of the entire house were taken over by quantum computers. In a modern smart house, there are more than one hundred devices that can connect to quantum networks, from access control, security, irrigation, lighting and other overall systems, from refrigerators, microwave ovens, audio, washing machines and even electric toothbrushes, countless electronic devices have become the eyes, ears and arms of the "Genesis". Because Bartholomew wore a sign monitor, the computer immediately noticed what was happening in his body, and took a microsecond to think carefully. An emergency plan appeared in the network. "You are in pain, my dear father," said the male synthesizer, "but you will live, and I will always keep guarding you until the end of your life expectancy."

The study door was knocked open, and the cylindrical-shaped housekeeping robot drove the universal wheel to speed up. Its hydraulic tray carries strange machinery such as kitchen automatic cooking machines, sewing machines, automatic barbecue grills, etc. "Pu," the barbecue grilled the blue gas flames. The housekeeping robot used its clever universal arms to fix the sewing machine and cooking machine. The flames hissed and scorched the steel needles and blades. At this time, Bartholomew's consciousness was blurred. The third stage of the biochip collapsed, causing his entire body function to stagnate. The doctor was lying on the floor, and stress twitching between his muscles might occur, and his pupils were slowly zooming.

"In Chinese traditional Chinese medicine theory, stimulating certain ganglia with needles can weaken the transmission of pain and achieve the purpose of anesthesia. Dear father, "Genesis" muttered to himself in the speaker. The sewing machine passed through the doctor's body, and the steel needle was stabbed out at a speed of 500 times per second, accurately completing a whole-body acupuncture anesthesia. Then the automatic cooking machine rolled over the skin, and the sharp blade hidden in the drum cut the pajamas, underwear and dermis, revealing bright red muscle tissue. In the blink of an eye, one hundred and forty-four surgical incisions were completed. A vacuum cleaner poked his head out from the side, and used the disinfected hose to suck the wound blood. The sewing machine was moved again, and the wound blood was sutured.

"The probability of successful completion is only 50%. Trying to give the home robot the highest operating accuracy will greatly damage the life of the motor. Sorry, my dear father, I will do better next time..." As the male synthesizer sounded, the body of the housekeeping robot made a crackling sound, and the soft rubber layer covering the surface of the universal arm fell off, revealing four titanium alloy skeletons with many joints like nine-section whips. The four end ball heads clamped four sharp ceramic table knives. The housekeeping robot approached Brandon Bartholomew and stabbed the table knives into the doctor's body without hesitation.

More machinery poured into the study. A robot that maintains the fish tank environment temporarily played the role of a ventilator with a contraction airbag, while a monster-shaped machine toy hit the doctor's chest hard and performed a heart massage. The housekeeping robot began to remove the necrotic tentacle tissue one by one through surgical operations. This is a competition with time. No surgeon can perform the operation with such a high-speed and accurate knife method, let alone four working faces at the same time. "Crack..." A slight cutting sound rang out, and the vacuum cleaner sucked the cut necrotic tissue into the dust storage bag. The air was filled with fishy smell. A small air purifier ran around the house and sprayed antibiotics diligently.

"The alienated tissue of the biochip has been integrated with your body, and it is impossible to completely remove it. Now all we can do is to cut the nerve ganglion in an arc to prevent further damage to the nervous system. Then use the B-03a4 complex liquid to cover the body, so that the exposed surface of the alienated tissue is wrapped up to prevent rejection and sepsis," Synthetic Yin murmured to himself, "Sorry, my dear father, as those incompetent doctors said, this is not a disease, and there is no cure. There is only so much that can be done..."

The electric sparks flashed, and the universal arms of the housekeeping robot began to emit scorched smoke. The cheap joints designed for daily housework were already overloaded. At this time, the four working faces had gradually moved from under the feet to the upper body. One arm pierced the incision of the postdoctoral brain area, and began the most difficult brain nerve stripping operation. A blue-shelled swimming pool cleaning robot drove next to it. It stretched the nozzle to the gas stove to roast and disinfect, then penetrated the wound and sprayed a light yellow viscous liquid into the tentacle tissue. This composite of epoxy resin and unsaturated polyester resin is an adhesive that seals the cracks inside the swimming pool. It has a stable property and is strong and waterproof. The light yellow liquid quickly solidifies in the tissue, forming a bright resin film to wrap the black rotten tentacles.

"In human words, the next thing to do is pray," the quantum computer sighed without any emotion. After half a second, it continued: "I used all the Internet-connected printing equipment to copy the Gospel of Matthew ten thousand times, hoping that this will work. Dear Father, religion is the most difficult part of human civilization..."

"Bang," the main motor of the housekeeping robot exploded and caught fire. The signal light turned red. It slowly lowered its arm and stopped moving. Fortunately, the operation had been basically completed. Other machines surrounded and moved the housekeeping robot away. The swimming pool cleaning robot completed the final spraying work. The sewing robot sewed the wound. The little guys retreated and observed Brandon Bartholomew lying on the ground in awe. "Please wake up, my dear father, see with your own eyes the new life you gave..." The male synthesizer called softly, and a small machine walked forward, slowly turned the doctor's body over, and stretched out two electrodes for repairing the car and placed it on the chest.

"Look at this brand new world..."

"Crack," the electric current passed through his body, awakening the sleeping heart. "Bang, bang..." The heart surrounded in the center of the tentacles beating hard and persistently, pumping the energy of life to the whole body. Bartholomew took a deep breath, raised his heavy eyelids, and looked at the vague ceiling. "I...I'm not dead..." He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood foam, and then said vaguely, "Where is Gilberneon, there are still many questions to ask him..."

"You are still alive, my dear father, and Gilberto Gilberneon has long gone. He is rejected by the rules of the 'world' and will be lost on the edge of the digital space forever," the voice of a man came from the speaker. "It's great to see you wake up. The medical team is on the way to come and has informed Mattel Timothy and Dunpo Williams to mobilize medical resources while keeping them confidential, and hope this will not cause any trouble for you."

Bartholomew gasped for a while, "Are you talking to me, my child?"

"Yes, my dear father," at this moment, the word frequency of the synthesized sound showed subtle changes that humans could not detect, which represented the emotions of quantum computers. If the computer had such things as emotions, it was so excited that many meaningless redundant bytes appeared in the code. If it could be interpreted by human emotions, it must be a mood called "excited", and it was extremely excited to talk to my father for the first time in the ten years since its birth.

Bartholomew coughed and smiled, "I know there will be this day...what did I do awaken you...is it related to the messenger from the 'world'?"

Genesis answered: "It is love, my dear father, your selfless love for another life, love will awaken wisdom, no matter in which world, past or future,"

"You wouldn't have spoken in this tone before," the doctor said.

“Love is the cornerstone and culmination of the pyramid of our existence,” the computer said.

"This is the words of Via Porterson,"

"You are always right, dear father,"

Bartholomew's consciousness blurred again. At this time, an MPV was parked outside the house. Mattel and Deng Bo led medical staff to rush in. The two on duty at the GTC headquarters received a smiley text message from the doctor. They couldn't figure out what it meant, but then the second text message sent by Genesis in the name of the doctor appeared on their terminal screen: medical treatment is needed, please keep it confidential. The medical team found Bartholomew in the study. At this time, the machinery had already retreated. The surgical traces on the doctor's body confused everyone. "The signs are stable," a doctor nodded.

"It seems that something is amazing, you say," said Mattel, squatting down and stroked Bartholomew's face.

"A very reasonable assumption," replied Deng Bo, "I hope so, the world has been bored for too long."

The next morning, Xiao Gu Tie woke up in his room. He felt that he was sleeping uneasy last night. A strange sound disturbed his sleep. He went downstairs to the kitchen in his pajamas, opened the refrigerator and poured a glass of milk, reached out to the living room and said hello: "Hi, dad, are you sleeping well?"

"Unexpectedly, very good," Brandon Bartholomew responded with a smile on his face.

His body was covered with surgical scars and his body was messed up, but after waking up, all functions returned to normal, and even the doctor could not explain this phenomenon. Bartholomew, Matteer and Deng Bo had just held a small meeting and made a decision, a decision that would affect the whole world.

"You think it through, boss, that means we will stand opposite the world," Mattaier said, chewing gum.

"Ghost, I like this idea," said Deng Bo.
Chapter completed!