The history of the "World" project team's biological chip human trial was sealed by GTC, and the truth was silently drowned in the river of time. Dr. Brandon Barosolomo was impeached by the time of time after being discharged, but at the review meeting Some of his righteous words made GTC's adults speechless, and the executive chairman Kim Tae Yao had to announce the end of the meeting. The spirit of dedication for science, "said, said," When did we forget the panic of encountering walls in the dark generation, and forgotten the deep desperation that shrouded the entire scientific world. Look at the world in front of us. , Basically eliminating the beautiful era of poverty and hunger, human civilization never reached such a height, so that every member of the society can live dignified, believe in truth and justice, and work hard for dreams. One day, look at everything in front of you, this is not the beautiful new world of Huxley, not George Orwell's ocean country. This is the world of Chumen. Shed, you, you, you, you, you, "
Baselomu fingertips swept the GTC Twelve Committee. "Each of you is a top scientist. Unlike Chumen, you touch the walls of the ocean at the end of the ocean. Just turn around and return to that perfect life, pretend that everything does not happen. If you do this, what is the difference between you and the indifferent citizens who watched Bruno who were burned in the Flower Square. The power of knowledge to be found to me is the only requirement of my GTC chief scientist, the leader of the "World" project team and the former GTC executive member, the only requirement for a stupid thing to dedicate to the truth. Here, I can feel that I can feel To it, "Dr. reached out and pointed at his temple," The little guy hidden here is beating, that is the heartbeat of the quantum computer, the heartbeat of the "world", the heartbeat of the human future, do you hear it, bang, bang, bang, bang Although it is weak, it is a new voice that has never appeared in the world, "
The GTC Central Conference Room was silent. Barosloomom did not wait for the review results. After completing the speech, he turned and left. Through the quietness behind him, he understood that he won the war. As soon as he returned to the office, he sat in pain in his chest and sat down and down painfully. On the ground, the bean sweat was crackling from the forehead, and the chip had begun to move, transferred from the brain body to the heart, and the foreign body sensation began to interfere with the normal heart function. , But he didn't groan, but stroked his chest and abdomen like a pregnant woman, leaving a low say with cold sweat and loving: "Don't worry, we still have a lot of time to understand each other slowly, just take it slowly and slowly ... "
The three surviving experiments' chips have shifted, which means that the three irreversible stages of "displacement ,, hyperplasia ,, deformation" have begun, and the research progress has been forced to accelerate. Grasp the changes in the chip at any time, and, at the same time, we must try to conceal the unnatural look in front of Gu Tie. Of course, Gu Tie's IQ can of course see his father's strangeness, but the boy did not ask more. Then, then
The researchers gave a research report, and the data proves that there is a threshold when the quantum network virtual world exchanges data with the human body through biochips. This mysterious value is in a range, and it is impossible to recursively obtain an accurate number. Once the data traffic exceeds the threshold , the cell structure of the biochip will collapse, and a series of meaningless garbled codes will be added to the DNA chain, causing these cells in a stable state to suddenly accelerate proliferation like cancer cells, eventually causing the death of the host. Some people have asked "Can it be used The idea of "replacing biochips with silicon-based chips" was quickly rejected because research showed that integrated circuits made with traditional silicon crystal processes cannot accurately output neural electrical impulses. The human body has a natural rejection of these inorganic substances, as if every muscle is emitting "this kind of It doesn’t feel real” is a sign of resistance.
Brandon Bartholomew made the decision to set a threshold for the next batch of biochips to be produced. The range close to the threshold is called the "ghost zone." No one knows how wide the danger range is, but what if the boundary The setting was too narrow and would interfere with the authenticity of the experience. The second batch of twenty volunteers were implanted with chips, and two of them unfortunately died. At this time, the project team discovered that the threshold range was not fixed, and everyone accepted the virtual signal. Different abilities are different, Bartholomew calls it "synchronization rate". People with high synchronization rate will have a narrow ghost zone, quite close to the threshold; while people with low synchronization rate will have a very wide ghost zone, and some people can't even hear tactile signals. There is no way to receive it, so you can only experience limited sound and light stimulation.
There is no theoretical support for the experimental results, but at least the primary life-threatening problem has been solved. The third batch of chips uniformly set up a wide ghost zone, and the success rate reached 100% in one hundred human experiments. Brandon Barcelo Miao was very satisfied with the results and immediately announced the continuation of the "World" project. The chip in his body stopped shifting in the first stage. Although there was always a dull pain in his chest, it seemed that there was no danger for the time being. The situation of the other two survivors Similarly, a female 3D modeler named Madele Timothy and a senior engineer named Temple Williams, both disaster survivors, undertook important work of the project team. After all, the first batch of chips were related to those behind them. The products are completely different. The three people who withstood the synchronization rate selection saw a completely different world from those who came after them.
On that rainy night twenty years ago, the injection of 1 billion personalities had reached the final stage. Madelle and Temple were testing the operation of the "World" server in the laboratory, and Bartholomew was burning the midnight oil in his residence outside Salzburg, Austria. Ting Yu, thinking about something, just when he was about to walk into the bedroom, he felt a strong burning pain in his chest. The doctor immediately understood that it was a sign that the chip started to move. "I'm here, people outside," a strange voice sounded. In his ears, Bartholomew's shock made him feel like he was struck by lightning, and his whole body became stiff.
The voice in the darkness began to curse viciously. Bartholomew fell into complex thoughts and judged the possibility of various phenomena. He found that the other party's language directly acted on the language center of the brain, causing people to have the intention represented by the sentence. If If you think back carefully, you will find that it is not a sentence composed of words at all, I should say... it is just a segment of nerve signals. When discovering this fact, the doctor finally concluded that the strange visitor in the body was talking to him through the biochip. For some reason, this man With strong resentment, he cursed for forty minutes before his anger gradually subsided. "So, who are you?" Bartholomew tried to say. He knew that the chip would convert the nerve impulses sent from the brain to the vocal organs into digital signals. conveyed to the mysterious visitor, so I held my breath and waited for the beginning of this bizarre cross-dimensional conversation.
"Hey, you don't know who I am," the other party looked a little surprised. "You built our world. In a sense, you should be an omniscient and omnipotent god, right? I am Gilberto Gilberto. Neon, the man who has mastered the power of time and space, saying this may be a bit hurtful,,,, but the wall you built has been crushed into pieces by me like a biscuit. I came to the first world, and that's enough "
"Looking at your name, you should be from the Western Continent, right?" The doctor keenly captured this information. At the beginning of the establishment of the "world", programmers gave the Latin American name Gilberto to the Western Continent Saint Bo The two countries, London and Bazelar, are trying to establish a sense of cultural belonging.
"That's right, you should know where I come from," Gilbert Naion said with satisfaction, "I have no strength anymore. The big shot in the first world also used the power borrowed from the seventh artifact. At the end, the time and space star array will collapse in another hour. It seems that the first meeting is also a farewell. It's a shame that it took me so long to find a way to talk to you... Does your chest hurt?"
Bartholomew's face was pale and he forced a smile: "It's okay, my heart is just not very good. Do you know what your coming to this world means, Gilberto?"
"Don't call me so affectionately," shouted the first-generation astrology teacher, "we are not friends. If you want to say anything, it means that you are finished. Once there are cracks in the wall, there will soon be more. Guys who found a way to come to the first world, the expressions on your faces at that time, tsk tsk, I really want to see it with my own eyes..."
Bartholomew clutched his chest tightly, feeling that his heart was beating too fast due to excitement, so fast that he couldn't breathe. "No, Gilberto, this is proof," the doctor slowly leaned against the wall, feeling like a flood. Waves of emotions hit his mind, his ears were buzzing, and his nose was unbearably sore. He wiped his cheeks with his pajama sleeves and forced a smile: "A proof that our guess is correct, really. There is a wall, and that wall is not indestructible. As long as you find a way, you can break out of the cocoon and reach a higher level of heaven and earth..."
"What are you talking about," Gilbert Naion asked doubtfully, "There is not much time, why should we just waste it on useless nonsense... Tell me about something I don't know, big shot, tell me about it things of this world,”
"Of course, of course, we still have a lot of time," Brandon Bartholomew took out his mobile phone with his right hand, typed out a smiley face symbol and sent it to Madelle and Temple of the project team, "Tick tock" , a drop of warm liquid fell on the screen, deforming the writing into strange symbols, "Where do I start, Gilberto? Let's start with the life of a child. Speaking of which, there are so many differences." The doctor sat in the corner, covering his chest with his hands and smiling while talking. The chip in his body was expanding crazily. The signal threshold was approaching, and the second stage had arrived.