The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 35: Fear of the past (middle)

The history of the "World" project team's biochip human experiment was sealed by gtc, and the truth was silently submerged in the river of time. After Dr. Brandon Bartholomew was discharged from the hospital, he was impeached by the timing committee, but in The rigorous remarks made at the review meeting made the gtc big figures speechless. Executive Chairman Kim Tae-yao had to announce that the meeting had ended early. The leader of the "World" project team was still held by Bartholomew, "When did we Begin to forget the spirit of devotion to science." The doctor said, "Since when we have forgotten the fear of hitting a wall in the dark age, and the deep despair that enveloped the entire scientific world, look at the world in front of you. This is a A beautiful era of fertility, prosperity, and basically eliminating poverty and hunger, human civilization has never reached such a height, so that every member of society can live with dignity, believe in truth and justice, work hard for dreams, and have a vision for tomorrow. Spend every day and look at everything in front of you. This is not Huxley’s beautiful new world, not George Orwell’s Oceania, this is Truman’s world, a seascape town covered by a dome, 10,000 cameras Surrounding the studio, you, you, you, you."

Bartholomew's fingertips swept across the GTC Twelve Committee, "Each of you is a top scientist. Unlike Truman, you touched the wall at the end of the ocean with your hands, and looked up to see the man sneered behind the moon. Your choice is to turn around and return to that perfect life and pretend that nothing happened. If you do this, what is the difference between you and the indifferent citizens who saw Bruno burned to death in Campo de' Fiori? Hell, you just ignore it like this. , As long as the power of seeking knowledge is given back to me, that is the only requirement of me as the chief scientist of gtc, the leader of the'world' project team and the former gtc executive committee, the only requirement of an idiot who wants to dedicate his life to the truth, here, I can feel it." The doctor pointed his finger at his temple, "The little guy hiding here is beating, that is the heartbeat of a quantum computer, the heartbeat of the'world', the heartbeat of the future of mankind, have you heard it, bang bang , Bang bang, although it is faint, it is a new sound that has never appeared in the world."

The gtc central conference room was silent. Bartholomew did not wait for the review result. After finishing speaking, he turned and left. Through the silence behind him, he knew that he had won the war. As soon as he returned to the office, he clutched his chest in pain. Sitting on the ground, a bead of bean sweat rolled off his forehead with a crackling crackling. The chip had begun to shift, from the corpus callosum to the heart. The foreign body sensation began to interfere with the normal heart function. Bartholomew felt that the vortex in his chest was moving his soul. He swallowed a little bit, but he did not groan. Instead, he stroked his chest and abdomen like a pregnant woman, leaving cold sweat in a low voice lovingly: "Don’t worry, we still have a lot of time to get to know each other slowly. Just take it slowly. Come..."

The three surviving experimenters all have their chips shifted, which means that the three irreversible stages of "displacement, hyperplasia, and deformation" have begun, and the research progress has been forced to speed up. Bartholomew is wearing Many monitoring instruments keep track of the changes in the chip, and at the same time try to hide the unnatural look in front of Xiao Gu Tie. Of course, Gu Tie’s IQ can see that his father is strange, but the boy did not ask much, which made the doctor secretly relieved. With a sigh of relief,

Researchers gave a research report. 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 an interval and cannot be recursively obtained. Breaking through 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 stable cells to suddenly accelerate proliferation like cancer cells, and eventually cause the death of the host. Some people have proposed " The idea of ​​whether silicon-based chips can be used instead of biochips" was quickly rejected, because studies have shown that the traditional silicon crystal process integrated circuits cannot accurately output nerve electrical impulses, and the human body has natural rejection of these inorganic substances, as if every muscle is emitting "This feeling is not true" sign of resistance,

Brandon Bartholomew made the decision to set a threshold for the next batch of biochips produced. The interval close to the threshold is called the "ghost zone". No one knows the extent of the danger. But if the boundary setting is too narrow, it will interfere with the authenticity of the experience. The second batch of twenty volunteers were implanted with chips. Two of them died unfortunately. The project team found that the threshold range was not fixed at this time. Everyone The ability to accept virtual signals is different. Bartholomew calls it the "synchronization rate." People with high synchronization rate will have a narrow ghost zone, which is quite close to the threshold; while people with low synchronization rate have a very wide ghost zone, and some people are connected. There is no way to receive tactile signals, only limited sound and light stimulation can be experienced,

The results of the experiment could not find any theoretical support, but at least it solved the primary problem of life-threatening. The third batch of chips set up a wide ghost zone, and the success rate reached 100% in 100 human trials. Brandon ·Bartholomew was very satisfied with the result and immediately announced the continuation of the "World" project. The chip in his body stopped shifting in the first stage. Although his chest was always aching, it seemed that there would be no danger for the time being. The other two The survivors are in the same situation. A female 3D modeler named Mardell Timothy and a senior engineer named Dembo Williams, who are both disaster survivors, undertook the important work of the project team. After all, the first batch of The chip is completely different from the subsequent products. The three people who have survived the synchronization rate selection see the world completely different from the future generations.

On the rainy night twenty years ago, the 1 billion personality injection had reached the final stage. Madel and Dembo were testing the operation of the "World" server in the laboratory. Bartholomew was in the outskirts of Salzburg, Austria. He listened to the rain with the lamp in the house, thinking about his thoughts. Just as he was about to walk into the bedroom, a strong burning sensation came from his chest. The doctor immediately understood that it was a sign of the chip starting to move, "I'm here, people outside." Unfamiliar. 'S voice rang in his ears, Bartholomew's shock made him stiff, and his whole body stiffened.

The voice in the dark began to curse viciously, Bartholomew fell into complex thoughts, judging the possibility of various phenomena, and he found that the other party’s language directly acts on the language center of the brain, allowing people to produce what the sentence represents Intention, if you think about it carefully, you will find that the sentence is not composed of words at all. It should be said...just a segment of neural signals. When discovering this fact, the doctor finally concluded that the stranger in the body was talking to him through the biochip. I don’t know why , This man was full of resentment, and it took forty minutes to scold and his anger gradually disappeared, "Then, who are you." Bartholomew tried to speak, he knew that the chip would transfer the nerve impulses from the brain to the vocal organs. In order to convey the digital signal to the mysterious visitor, he held his breath and waited for the beginning of this bizarre inter-dimensional dialogue,

"Hey, you don't know who I am." The other person looked a little surprised, "You built our world. In a sense, you should be an all-knowing and almighty God, right, I'm Gilberto Gilbernaion, a man who masters the power of time and space, may hurt to say this, but the wall you built has been crushed like a cookie by me. I came to the first world. That's enough."

"Listen to your name, you should be from the West, right." The doctors keenly captured this information. At the beginning of the establishment of the "world", the programmers gave Gilberto this Latin American name to the West The two countries of Saint Boren and Bazelard on the mainland are to establish a sense of cultural belonging.

"That's right, you should know where I came from." Gilbernaion said with satisfaction, "I have no strength, the great man in the first world, the power borrowed from the seventh artifact It's also used to the end, and the space-time star array will collapse in another hour. It seems that the first time we meet is also a goodbye. It took so long to find a way to talk to you...Does your chest hurt."

Bartholomew's face was pale, and he barely squeezed out a smile: "It's okay, the heart is not very good, do you know what it means to be in this world, Gilberto."

"Don't call me so affectionately." The first generation of astrology instructor exclaimed, "We are not friends... There are more guys who find a way to come to the first world. The expressions on your faces at that time, tut, I really want to see it with my own eyes..."

Bartholomew clutched his chest tightly, feeling that his heart was beating too fast because of the excitement, and it was too fast to breathe, "No, Gilberto, this is a proof." The doctor slowly leaned against the wall. Feeling the flood of emotions rushing into his mind, his ears were humming and his nose was sore and unbearable. He wiped his cheeks with the sleeves of his nightgown and smiled strongly, "A proof that our guess is correct. , There is really 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." Gilbernaion asked puzzledly. "Time is running out. Is it wasted in nutritious nonsense?... Tell me something I don't know, big man, Talk about things about 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 a smiley face symbol and sent it out, and sent it to the project team's Madel and Dembo. "Tick", a drop of warm liquid fell on the screen, deforming the handwriting into a weird symbol, "Where do you start, Gilberto, start with a child’s life, speaking of which, there are so many differences. It’s." The doctor was sitting in the corner, smiling and talking with his hands on his chest. The chip in his body was swelling crazily, the signal threshold was approaching, and the second stage had arrived.