Bartholomew could feel the abnormal movements in his body. The collapsed biochip began to squeeze his heart, blood vessels and lungs, making it increasingly difficult for him to breathe. However, the doctor could not feel fear. His mind was filled with a huge sense of happiness, causing pain. The secretion of cortisol, the stress hormone associated with stress, is inhibited, and endogenous morphine causes the nervous system to fall into a state of crazy anesthesia. At this moment, Brandon Bartholomew is the happiest man on earth, and he can't wait to tell all this to the world. , he just turned on the camera of the terminal through the mobile phone software, and recorded what happened during this period, his physiological state changes and uplink and downlink network traffic in the log. When the strange visitor leaves and death finally arrives, GTC will definitely Check the diary he left behind and discover this shocking secret.
"Tell me about that kind of car. Today I saw a lot of cars outside. They have four wheels and are very fast. What are they powered by? Magic or steam machinery." Gilbert Naion asked curiously. "Don't take it." I'm going to be an ignorant country bumpkin and just tell me the truth and I won't be frightened,"
Bartholomew laughed, coughing up sticky blood clots as he laughed: "It's electricity, and hydrogen fuel cells. Electricity is an energy that can be easily manufactured, transported and stored, and hydrogen is an element. Hydrogen gas It is a gas, a very light gas, that can burn to produce heat,"
"I understand, there is nothing difficult to understand. All movements are expressions of energy. This theory is very clearly explained in the magic theory. The difference is just in how the energy is used... What's wrong with you? Hey, hey, can you vomit blood? It's not a good sign," Gilberneon couldn't help but yelled when he saw the scarlet blood through the doctor's eyes.
But Bartholomew forced a smile and said: "I'm fine... By the way, before you leave, can you show me your power? I know that to be able to come to this world, you must have amazing strength, ahem... ...This request is a bit excessive, I know we are not friends..."
The first-generation astrology teacher immediately sent out an affirmative nerve impulse: "Of course you can, I also want to try to see how far I can do it, but is your body okay? It's even difficult to stand up, with what you look like now,"
"Just do it," Bartholomew gritted his teeth and pushed himself up, staggering to the window, "just like you did in that world,"
"As you wish,"
Gilberto Gilberto Gilberto took control of the doctor's body and drew mysterious patterns on the windowsill with his bloody fingers. "I don't know what kind of rules the first world has," he said to himself, " But you designed our world based on your own world. The two worlds are built on the same foundation to some extent. What I can do there..."
His fingers drew exquisite spiral lines, which was the last Gilberto spiral of the space-time star array. "...There is no reason why it can't be done here," following the words of the first-generation mentor, the Blood Star Array shone brightly. Light, Bartholomew suddenly felt something strange in his body at this moment. His trembling legs suddenly became firm, his flabby muscles tightened, and a heat flow centered on the heart spread throughout his limbs, making the dying middle-aged man The body burst out with astonishing vitality, and the monitoring equipment he wore recorded all the data. The tumor-like black substance changed its form in just ten seconds. After an astonishingly fast forty generations of cell division, it turned into a spiral. Like semi-horny tentacles running around, they penetrate the body membrane, organs and bones pervasively, occupying every nerve plexus, every ganglion and every nerve ending, entangling the central nervous system, and integrating in a wonderful way. On the surface of neuron cells, "crackling..." If you observe with a microendoscope, you can find that pulse signals of astonishing intensity are rushing through the nervous system with tentacles wrapped around it. The signal conduction speed is increased by more than fifty times. If In the past, the human nervous system was just a gurgling stream, but the modified nerves are like rolling rivers. Every second, megabit-scale signals are sent from the central nervous system and reach the most distant nerve endings in an instant. The electrical signals stimulate the blood to flow faster. , supplying dozens of times the normal amount of oxygen and glucose to muscle groups, decomposing fat cells in large quantities, and providing energy to the entire body with free fatty acids.
In these bizarre ten seconds, Brandon Bartholomew's body underwent an earth-shaking transformation. He gained a physique more suitable for meditation to replenish his mental power, stronger instantaneous explosive power, and sharper sensitivity. And more subtle control, this is the gift brought by the biochip entering the third stage. The nerve signal is enhanced, entering the ghost zone, the chip begins three stages of changes, the signal continues to strengthen, and the third stage chip transforms the body to adapt. ,, reaches the threshold, and completely collapses. This is an irreversible fixed process. Bartholomew figured out this rule from the first batch of dead experimenters, but he never knew that he would get such a wonderful thing in the last stage of his life. As a gift, he raised his arms in wonder, feeling something hot and invisible gathering in his palms.
Of course, the control of the body still belongs to Gilbert Naion, "This is the introductory method of the space-time star array. The principle is to change the fixed order of space and use the unstable space structure to crush the attack target into pieces. Did you see it?" The first-generation mentor clasped his palms together and pressed them on the window sill. The power of time and space gathered in his palms caused the blood star array to burst. "Ziziz..." The scenery in the corner of the yard suddenly began to fade, just like a heavy rain washing away the watercolor in the background. The paint was ordinary, and the eighty-centimeter-diameter space quickly turned gray-white, and then traces of cracks appeared.
The wooden fence, buckets and cherry trees that were shrouded in it were indeed "crushed" by invisible hands and twisted into incredible shapes as Gilbert Naion said. At this time, the dog barked, and the German shepherd named Sparky The dog rushed out of the dog house and barked at the space-time star array. Before Bartholomew had time to react, Sparky suddenly rushed over and was then sucked into the chaotic space-time rift.
"Ah, bad," Gilbernaion muttered, sliding his fingertips across the star array horizontally. The graphic structure was destroyed, and the attacking star array suddenly disappeared. "Plop," a strange mass of flesh and blood fell to the ground. Shepherd The dog's body was in a mess like a rag doll that had been cut open, torn and then glued back together. Its entire abdominal cavity was turned inside out, with bloody gastrointestinal tracts sticking to the surface of the body, and its head from the inside out. There is still a trace of breath exposed from the gap of the organ, and it is still chirping lowly, "Did you keep this animal in captivity? I'm sorry, I messed up," the first-generation astrology teacher said very sincerely, "In our world It seems that no such creature exists, so... I didn't react,"
"Sparky is my family, but I don't feel bad, my friend," Bartholomew said with a tearful smile: "It's amazing, all this, I mean, all the new things you brought to me... "
Gilbert Naion said: "There are many things I don't understand, but you seem to be a good person, a big shot in the first world,"
Bartholomew said: "I am not a big shot, you are the real big shot."
"Ah, I'm most afraid of people complimenting me,"
"Don't take this as a compliment,"
"You're such a talker, Bartholomew,"
"I'm just a little excited. Usually my temper is not so good,"
"Really, if I have time, I would like to see it,"
"If you have time,"
Thirty seconds after the space-time star array appeared, Brandon Bartholomew collapsed to the ground. The clock on the wall pointed to twelve o'clock at midnight. Before he could say a decent goodbye, Gilberto Gilbernaion Swept away by the turbulence of time and space, he returned to the other side of the endless wall forever, "Uh ah ah ah..." Bartholomew's body curled up and groaned violently. The mutated biochip reached the final stage, and countless tentacles began to decay in the body. Withering, pulling life out of his body bit by bit.
In an extremely painful moment, his mind was extremely clear, and a question suddenly came to his mind: This personality named Gilbernaion is real, a soul with unique thoughts, emotions and memories. If GTC learns this news, What will they do? The "world" exists as a real Skinner box. If this psychological experiment achieves positive results in just a few months, then what value does the entire project have? GTC must Will shut down the "World" server, reinvest all energy into research on the boundaries of science, and find the way to the upper world. So what should Gilbernion do, the billion living souls in the "World"? What should I do? I am the one who created the "world" and the father of billions of souls. Should I just watch these living creations fall into eternal darkness and become cold bytes sleeping in a high-density memory with defects in the silicon lattice?
"No……"
A hoarse roar came from his throat. Bartholomew used his last strength to crawl forward, trying to reach out to delete the video log on the terminal, but as soon as his fingers touched the desk, he fell to the ground, the whiskey glass broke into pieces, and the golden wine Liquid flowed through the corners of the doctor's gasping mouth, "No..." Life was passing by rapidly, everything in front of him gradually dimmed, and Brandon Bartholomew groaned indistinctly: "No... I can't die like this, who will help me?" , help me save these people, save... this world..."
The camera on the terminal quietly turned an angle, and a line of text appeared on the flashing character interaction interface on the screen. After a few seconds, the floor lamp flashed slightly, the air conditioner automatically turned off, and a pleasant male synthesized voice came from the phonograph speaker. : "You will survive, I promise you,"