Biochip technology was born in the era of technological explosion brought by quantum computers. The technology of etching chips on PCB boards with biological acids has been used for many years. However, using living cells to directly form integrated circuits is an epoch-making initiative. However, Difficulties arose in marketization. This Canadian chip manufacturer found that it was difficult for biochips to gain market recognition. Compared with nanoscale silicon-based integrated circuits, biochips cost more, run slower, and have more unstable factors. For a long time, only the medical industry has adopted biochips, which are used in pacemakers, embedded insulin syringes and other medical devices implanted in the human body. Biochips can obtain power supply by decomposing glucose, do not require battery power, and can last for a long time. Time works in the human body.
At the beginning of the "World" project, Dr. Brandon Bartholomew purchased two patents through GTC: biochip technology and neuroelectric signal input and output modulation and demodulation technology. In just three months, the project team used The powerful "Genesis" completed the prototype design of the implanted chip in time. The first-generation chip was directly implanted into the corpus callosum (the nerve fiber bundle connecting the two cerebral hemispheres) through surgery, and received nerve signals in the brain center without informing it. Under the premise of the Medical Ethics Committee, Bartholomew conducted a small-scale human experiment within the team. Thirteen people, including himself, had chips injected into their brains.
The test results are gratifying. The chip can accurately capture nerve signals and convert various stimuli felt by the human body into digital information. At the same time, it can also output signals in reverse, allowing people to taste the ups and downs, see phantoms, and hear the ghosts. Bartholomew felt the sound and pain and pleasure coming from his bone marrow. He felt very excited. The original evolutionary model of the "world" had just been established. He couldn't wait to connect the chip, wanting to experience the wonderful realm that no human being had ever reached.
Thirteen people entered the virtual world. At that time, the "world" had just begun the long process of injecting real personalities. Most of the deserted continent was ruled by NPCs. Bartholomew curiously observed the world he created, walking around and seeing Watch, taste the food, stare at the scenery in front of you for a long time, try to chat with everyone around you, and conduct a nasty Turing test (a question to determine whether the test subject is an artificial intelligence) on interested NPCs. In addition to the NPC's Apart from its limitations, this world has no flaws. Every plant and tree is so real that the creator of the world has felt lost more than once.
A few hours later, the researchers woke Bartholomew up. "This is great, we have created something amazing," he jumped out of his couch, pulled the wires from his head, pumped his fists and shouted, but the surroundings But there were no cheers. People gathered around the lounge chairs nearby with solemn expressions. "I'm sorry, doctor," someone reported in a low voice, "three people died, and we didn't have time to do anything."
Three horrific corpses lay there quietly. The skin on their bodies swelled into vermilion, and hideous veins stood out under the skin, as if there were some demon hidden in the body. "What is going on?" Bartholomew was shocked. He said, "This is just an experiment to confuse the senses. How could it cause such a physiological phenomenon?"
At this time, screams were heard from the side, and another experimenter twitched violently, spraying pink blood foam from his mouth. "Hold him down, call an ambulance,... hell, give him a sedative," Bartholomew commanded loudly. Then, several strong researchers pinned the patient down on the recliner. The convulsed man suddenly screamed miserably, his eyeballs popped out of his sockets, and the long optic nerve dripping with blood flew to the ceiling. He twitched violently several times. Down, the body was tilted and motionless, and a few tentacles in the empty eye sockets were turning black and withered.
"Could it be a viral infection? Oh my god, this is like a scene from Biohazard..." A female researcher covered her mouth, tears of fear welling up in her eyes. The GTC headquarters building immediately issued an orange biochemical threat alert, and the laboratory was It was closed, the disinfection mode was activated, the spray dispersed, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant. Through the glass isolation door, Bartholomew shouted to the people outside: "This is not a biochemical attack. You can see the test results right away." , no virus, no bacteria, no mutation, just an accident, the biochip has grown." He slid his fingers on the tablet terminal a few times and dragged a photo to the general interface: "Look, these things look like dry branches. It is the result of the proliferation of biochips. It is the same as the principle of cancer cells. It is not contagious. Open the door immediately. There are many people in need of help."
There is no doubt about Brandon Bartholomew's influence. The blockade was soon lifted. Nine experimenters who had not yet become ill were sent to the GTC headquarters medical center for system examination. Bartholomew was lying on a stretcher wearing an oxygen mask. After being sent to the intensive care unit, psychiatrist Wu Tianlan anxiously asked the doctor on duty in the emergency department next to him: "What's wrong with them? Are their lives in danger?" The doctor replied in confusion: "The vital signs of the nine people are all stable. Let me tell you, They are all very healthy and not in danger at all..."
Five minutes later, the fifth experimenter who was undergoing a CT scan fell ill and died. The dynamic CT completely recorded the onset of the disease. First, there was displacement. The biochip in the corpus callosum left the implantation site and sank to the spine with the circulation of body fluids. site, and then attached to the back of the duodenum and became stationary; then the proliferation began, the chip cells divided wildly, and the volume increased to five hundred times its original size within one hundred seconds, and the tumor-like proliferative tissue was squeezed The abdominal organs caused the experimenter to experience cramps and vomiting; finally, the proliferative tissue began to change its shape, turning into bunches of tentacles drilling around the human body, piercing the liver, blocking the esophagus, and wrapping around the heart. At this time, the experimenter's body was With violent convulsions, the nurses forcibly turned off the equipment and pulled him out of the CT scanner. Unexpectedly, with a little force, the man's body broke into two pieces, and a large group of twisted tentacles rolled out of the broken abdominal cavity, quickly floating in the air. The middle part drooped and withered, turning into a large puddle of bloody black-red mud.
"This is not a disease at all," the medical center director shouted, waving a tablet terminal. "I just saw Dr. Bartholomew's emergency note. They have implanted a dangerous biochip and must surgically remove the chip immediately."
The sixth experimenter died on the operating table. The craniotomy went smoothly. The attending brain surgeon had already seen the outline of the chip in the eyepiece. All he had to do was cut open the curved plate of the corpus callosum and control the precision robotic arm to clip out the chip. The operation could be completed, but as soon as the tweezers touched the chip, as if it was stimulated, the periphery of the capsule-like biochip began to melt and fuse with the fiber bundles of the corpus callosum. The doctor tried to pick up the chip and found that it had already combined with the brain tissue. "Are the patient's family members here? I need an authorization. Now the chip cannot be removed smoothly, so it can only be removed together with the surrounding tissue," the doctor raised his head and said.
"These people signed an exemption statement when they were tested. Do you want to do what you want to do. There is no problem," the voice of the director of the medical center came from the call device.
"Temporary body resection, plan B-4B, start," Start, "brain surgeons pushed the robotic arm and took the surgeon from the nurse's hands. The cutting of nervous fiber bundles will cause many weird cognitive obstacles to patients, but the danger is very low. It is a difficult surgeon with a good prognosis. The ceramic surgery knife draws an arc. At this time, a black and red liquid came out, covering the surgical work surface, "Eelttes or blood, why is this color?" The doctor murmured, reached out and took the vacuum straw His movements did not continue, "Wait ... this is not liquid ..."
The hyperplasia began. Within a few seconds, the black matter was filled with the skull cavity, and the small holes on the skull gurgled out. The doctor was shocked and waved the surgeon subconsciously. On the ground, the white smoke withered immediately, and more hyperplasia poured out, covering the operating table in a blink of an eye, in the harsh alarm sound, doctors, nurses, anesthesia, and cycle engineers ran out of the operating room. That group of objects suddenly condensed into countless tentacles that welcomed the wind, like the black and red sea ravioli blooming on the bottom of the sea, "wow la la la ..." In the next moment, with the death of the host, all the tentacles faded at the same time, becoming a black fiber with hot air. Sprinkle the ground.
The GTC executives were alarmed. Twelve members gathered at the medical center. Executive chairman Kim Tae -yao announced the complete blockade of the news. Sitting up, anxiously: "I understand, I understand, this is a kind of stress response, stop surgery, stop all treatment, these chips are choosing the human body, without any external forces can change this process, as long as the adjustment is in line If they do not suddenly proliferate, ""
Through the glass door, Jin Taiyao hesitated: "I never intervene in the project team, Dr. Barosolomo, but in this situation, you must have a reasonable explanation ..."
Baselocoma grabbed the oxygen mask angrily and threw it: "This is my explanation, do it quickly, and you can no longer lose a valuable project team member,"
Kim Tae Yao was still hesitating. At that time, Mark Thompson, the executive member of the qualified qualifications at the time, said: "I believe Brandon's judgment, if there is a problem with the second surgery now, we must stop all medical actions immediately," Kim Tai, "Kim Tai," Kim Tai, "Kim Tai Yao frowned and nodded hard.
The seventh -place experiment died during the surgery and stopped the medical behavior. Five experimenters died in order in order in the next three days. Only three of the researchers implanted chips survived.