Moran hurriedly walked forward in the passage. Although he was a little nervous, he had complete military training and could control the rhythm of his body very easily. His steps were very urgent, and the error of the landing of his steps would not exceed 1 microsecond. This was because
Benefiting the other half of his brain.
"Quick! You high-tech rookies! Stand in front and wait for the star gate to open. There is a battlefield in front of you. Guard the star gate! Otherwise, you will never come back!" The lieutenant's electronic voice, as rough as a broken bellows, roared and gave orders.
He was in a planetary landing battle
His neck was broken by a bomb, but his life was saved through timely rescue. After that, he simply used electronic equipment to pronounce words. From the burnt black on his neck, it can be seen that he was unfortunately hit by a laser weapon on the other side of the star gate. Now he can speak electronically.
The quality of the vocal cords is excellent.
Moran's new batch of recruits is the first result of countless investments by the federal government. Based on the fact that only half of the human brain can compensate for complete functions, the Federal Academy of Sciences developed a war machine implanted in the human body, and the scientists who initiated it
Test its effects yourself.
That is to say, the left hemisphere of the human brain is removed, and the right side is used to compensate for all functions, and then a quantum brain that combines the principles of quantum computers and biological computers is implanted in the left hemisphere. With extremely powerful real-time data processing capabilities and precise body control capabilities, it can operate independently
Known for its long-term data analysis capabilities. It is one of the Federation's top scientific and technological achievements.
The long-term war has caused huge casualties. Anti-war demonstrations have been launched in various colonial systems. Under pressure, the government has invested heavily in this area. Soldiers implanted with quantum brains can not only become experts in various fields, but also have extremely good knowledge of the battlefield.
adaptability and resilience. The control of the quantum brain can also ensure
To ensure absolute loyalty, if a soldier dies unfortunately, his memory personality and other life information will be stored in the quantum brain. After the death of his comrade, he only needs to dig up his quantum brain, and if it is handled properly, he can be resurrected in a clone. It is a perfect solution.
, a favorite of politicians, who would bother to demonstrate as long as conscription could be reduced?
"Line up! Remember to keep your iron heads. If anyone dies in battle, remember to take his head back. It's damn expensive!!!" The lieutenant's gong-like voice sounded again. He was a conservative.
Disdainful of these so-called high technologies, what can compare to a human's innate brain? These recruits are, to say the least, the second batch of guinea pigs. The first batch are of course the scientific lunatics who lead this project.
Moran waited uneasily, but his mind was very calm, and his limbs carried out the commander's orders with mechanical precision. The uneasiness seemed to be purely a psychological feeling on his part, and did not affect any thinking or action. This was his first time on the mountain.
I was completely unprepared for the battlefield. I participated in this project purely for livelihood. I didn’t expect the federal government to do so.
The top management of the company would really let these ridiculously expensive soldiers go to the front line so quickly. "God bless, as long as I can come back safely and get the first test data, I will complete the contract and remove the iron knot in my head."
Earning a generous income will be enough for the family to live a good life." He silently crossed himself in his mind.
"It's your turn!" The lieutenant's roar startled Moran, interrupting his random thoughts, and their row was the only one left. Although distracted, the quantum brain quickly executed the order, and he had not fully responded yet.
After coming to his senses, he walked towards the star gate transport platform without missing a beat. "It seems that the quantum brain and I still can't coordinate our operations. I hope there won't be any problems on the battlefield." He thought worriedly.
As the electronic sound sounded elegant and cold, the space around the transport platform began to flicker, with faint signs of overlap. The recruits on the transport platform were looming, and suddenly the space began to violently turbulent.
"Damn it! Get the hell down! The star gate opposite is under attack!" Before the lieutenant's roar could be heard, the soldiers had already jumped off the platform, and Moran also jumped down. Suddenly there was a strong shaking, and he
The body was torn apart by the fluctuations of space and fell into several pieces, some of which even disappeared out of thin air.
"Damn it, we haven't even entered the battlefield yet! These high-tech wastes! Go and see if the quantum brain is damaged! Take it to the cloning room immediately and let this unfortunate guy come back to life!" the lieutenant yelled and ordered a soldier.
The soldier reluctantly went forward to investigate. The turbulence in the space had slowly disappeared. He rummaged through the broken limbs on the ground several times. "Report to the lieutenant that no quantum brain was found. It may have disappeared into unknown space!"
The dusk breeze blew the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Through the cracks in the curtains, you could vaguely see the scene in the room. This was a room with gorgeous wooden decorations in the middle ages. There was a large bed embroidered with complicated patterns in the middle. The ceiling
There are some murals painted on it, including goddesses surrounding the forest, giants holding lightning in their hands, dragons breathing fire, and all kinds of life-like creatures.
On one of the peaks stood a man in black robes wearing a pointed hat. The gray light from his hands restrained countless creatures pouring out of a bone gate. Some of those creatures had huge carapace, and some had huge shells.
They were burning with green flames, and some were simply made of white bones. Without exception, they were all ferocious and abnormal. It was obvious that they were depicting some war scene in legends or myths.
Lying on the bed was a pale-faced boy, with short red hair lying limply on his scalp. At this moment, his eyelids moved slightly, and then he pulled away. He stared at the mural in confusion for a while, and then gradually regained his clarity.
"Where is this... I'm not dead yet? By the way, quantum brains can be resurrected in clones. Is this a clone room?" He raised his arm and looked at it. It was pale and slender. The military budget was insufficient.
What? How can you go on the battlefield with such a physique?
At this time, there was a burst of whispers outside the window. The pronunciation of the language was completely unfamiliar to Moran, but it was strangely understandable. A female voice couldn't suppress the gloating and said: "That idiot who is called a magic genius blew up half of his head during the experiment. Ah!"
Bishop Atlan was helpless and could only treat the superficial injuries. He still survived after half of his head was dug out. Is it because Bishop Atlan's magic is too powerful or this guy's vitality is too tenacious."
Another female voice said cautiously: "Don't forget our identities..."
The first female voice said nonchalantly: "The Riolan family only cares about useful people."
Moran's heart suddenly felt like a bucket of cold water being poured down on him, but his limbs and body under the control of the quantum brain showed no intention of trembling. "As a spell caster, this is simply perfect." An idea suddenly appeared in his mind.
, inexplicable but at the same time even more frightened. A cold electronic beep sounded.
: "Are you receiving information from the biological brain?" Moran agreed subconsciously, and then a flood of memories flooded him, giving him a feeling of schizophrenia. He looked at it in shock but at the same time calm, any movement
Still controlling the hands that score perfectly. "Am I Moran or Heras Riolan?"