The Mechanic

Zheng Chengmin enthusiastically led Zhang Xun and Pan through the spotless corridor to a double metal door with chip patterns spreading across it. After the engineer scanned his fingerprint and card, the door opened, and the color of the greenish ocean poured out.

In the wide hall, strings of bubbles rise from time to time in the blue-green seawater-like liquid in the five cylindrical containers. In the dim light, the black mass remains motionless.

Different from the irregular shape of the computer outside, the shape of the black lumps here tends to be the same. At first glance, it looks like a bird with open wings. But when you get closer, you will find that this flying bird has no head and no feathers. The muscle tissue pulls long tendons to weave each other, like a chrysalis. In the middle is another kind of texture of meat, somewhat like gray matter, wrinkled and undulating, but it is not the same as the brain, more like a ball of crumpled cloth.

This flying bird, which has no life and can only carry data, is trapped in the middle by dense pipelines, as if it wants to soar into the sky but fails. Those exposed red flesh and blood even carried a bit of sadness.

It's just like a nightmare.

However, the computers in the five cultivations tend to be the same, which shows that these engineers have become more and more sophisticated in controlling the growth of biological computers.

It will be completely completed in about two days. At that time, one of them will be given to Phoenix, one will be given to Morning Star, and the other two will be vacated for the Ascension Project. Zheng Chengmin said, looking at Zhang Xun meaningfully.

Since Zhang Xun used nano-robots to heal the prisoners who raided the arsenal, many people seemed to agree that he would help complete the Ascension Plan. And Zhang Xun has been giving them a stronger impression.

What about the other one?

Standby. So I said, if you want, you can apply to the above.

Pan has already started to walk in front of each computer, curiously browsing the constantly refreshed growth log in the projected AR screen image. Zhang Xun glanced at Pan, met his eyes for a moment, and nodded meaningfully. Then Zhang Xun deliberately walked near the DNA design model on the other side and began to ask various very challenging technical questions.

Zheng Chengmin, who was concentrating on discussing the problem with Zhang Xun, didn't notice that Pan Xun opened the injection information page and quickly entered a few lines of AI language in it.

Just a few lines of code are like a drop in the ocean in front of tens of thousands of lines of code that will be written, and no one will notice. Even Fenghuang and Chenxing might find it hard to notice.

But when they are put into these computers, the magic really starts to work.

Compared with communicating directly with Phoenix and Morning Star and trying to invade them while risking being counter-invaded, Zhang Xun believes that it is safer to open a gap first. Living in Feather Snake City during this time, he noticed that Feather Snake City did not trust AI as much as it seemed, Phoenix was subject to many restrictions, and Morning Star was purely a service function. A large part of the operation of this extremely ultra-modern city still depends on people.

As long as there are people, there will be mistakes.

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In the early hours of the morning, more than a dozen figures hurried past under the cover of those crooked buildings. They stop and go, and sometimes they even need to crawl across the ground on their stomachs. A slight mistake will be captured by ubiquitous cameras, which will attract the attention of Pan or Adam.

They are a group of fugitives from the sixth district, including workers in artificial food factories, tailors, blacksmiths, small vendors who resell contraband, cleaning staff, and teenagers who are still a few years old... A group of people who have almost nothing in common, Decided to try to escape Paradise Lost that night.

They were not the first to try to escape. More and more people choose to connect to the consciousness cloud——Tianyu, and more and more people are eager to get that sense of belonging, that kind of being in the world after seeing the ability that people they know can get after connecting to Tianyu. The sense of strength in the collective, the sense of transcendence of seeing different places anytime, anywhere as if you have superpowers, gaining knowledge you have never learned, or using your own thoughts to influence people who have never met in another urban area...

There is almost a certain essential difference between the uploader and the non-uploader, and you can recognize it with a little observation on the street. The eyes of the uploader are like cameras, observing everything around them in a detached way. Their actions, including walking postures and the way they treat people, are somewhat standardized, lacking some small movements that ordinary people would have. As the number of uploaders increases, occasionally there will be odd scenes of many individuals performing the same action at the same time.

People who used to like to laugh stopped laughing, people who used to like to drink in clubs stopped going out, and people who liked to eat junk food suddenly started eating vegetarian meals. The uploaders observe their relatives and friends, and share everything they see and hear with all consciousnesses on the cloud at all times. They began to judge the behavior of those who did not upload, began to distinguish uploaders from non-uploaders, and even regarded those who did not undergo reformation as dangerous, because no one knew what was going on in those people's minds. They begin to despise physical pleasures and begin to spend their days in their own rooms, wandering infinitely in the cloud of consciousness, influenced by endless thoughts and emotions.