[Warning, warning, the secondary consciousness has been invaded, please reduce the interaction between the body and the outside world]
Pop-up windows sent from the retina, without the assistance of neural synchronization devices, should only be exclusive messages that the user sees personally.
The last time Omer saw this kind of pop-up was when he had not slept for two days and two nights. The chip informed him that there was too much accumulation of toxins in his brain and he urgently needed sleep to activate the cerebrospinal fluid to clean up the toxins.
That was a warning of a serious threat, and Homais dutifully went to bed, later suffering from the aftereffects of staying up too late and having to make a trip to the infirmary.
The doctor's method was extremely cruel. Instead of using gentle source energy magic, he took out a bag of golden needles, which made Omer understand why those horse racing girls were so taboo about acupuncture.
So what about this time?
[Confirm that some information has crossed the firewall and try to crawl it]
This time it seems that it is not a problem that doctors can solve, at least not ordinary doctors.
Homais walked slowly away from the square towards the street.
Both because of the warning conveyed by the chip, and also because he was going really hard.
There was a feeling that his legs didn't belong to him, and his subconscious steps were delayed for a second or two.
It feels like being in an immersive game with poor network quality, or a low-quality Mewtwo, or a dreamland with a purely poor experience.
But in the above examples, there is usually no headache like this.
Theoretically, he should follow the first warning and sit down directly at the beverage shop, or even lie down on the spot, which would make him feel much better.
But it was too noisy there.
'The racing girls began to compete for position into Turn 1, two horses! Two horses! Silent Suzuka, always on two horses! No slowing down! Run away with all your might! Followed closely by Prince Sugawara, Umanoda..."You are in very good condition, Silent Suzuka", "You are so lucky to be born in this era, and there will be no tragedies like before".
The words of the commentators in the stadium and the noise of the audience outside the stadium were all mixed together.
'It's a pity that I didn't participate in the special week', 'Golden City is completely trapped behind, it's hard to break out', 'After all, she refused the trainer and chose to train on her own, so it's normal that there are some flaws in the pilot', 'While doing it It's not so easy for an athlete to be a coach at the same time. How about letting a retired racehorse be a trainer? '
The sounds of words like this never left my ears. It was clear that the headache was getting worse, but the sounds became clearer and closer, but from time to time they were mixed with a bit of elongated tone, just like over-adjusting in the tuning software. distorted mix.
It's really noisy... Omo just thought in his heart.
He didn't want to speak, he felt like he couldn't make a decent sound.
The headache at this moment was combined with the noise. The dullness and dull pain caused his steps to stagger, and some pedestrians walking on the street noticed something strange about him.
'Hey, are you okay? ', 'Would you like to contact the doctor for you? 'Someone will eventually express such concern, but in his current state, he is no longer able to complain about how enthusiastic passers-by in Tianmen City are.
He only felt that the noise was getting louder, and the headache that had been bothering him seemed to be aggravated. He gritted his teeth to seal in the severe pain that was like his brain splitting, and only a slight moan escaped.
[Headache, dizziness, and fever are normal phenomena. Please reduce the interaction between your body and the outside world]
The new pop-up frame seemed to detect abnormalities in his body temperature, but Omerian complained, 'You just call this a headache? ' All remaining energy has disappeared.
But his pace did not stop. As he walked on the street, his slightly blurred vision caught sight of an alley with lines that had not yet spread. The alley was extremely familiar, as if he had been there several times.
But he also knew very well that he was not a masked young man, so he shouldn't have any familiar alleys.
It's an illusion...
Hallucinations and severe pain...secondary consciousness...I've seen it, I've seen it somewhere...
Wait for me?
who I am?
After passing the passers-by, he walked to the entrance of the alley, leaned on it regardless of the dirt on the wall, and sat down slowly as if he was exhausted.
It seemed that because of the long-lost silence, the headache was no longer as severe as before, but he was in another kind of predicament.
It is like a memory call of muscle consciousness, a memory call that is as fast and accurate as typing keywords in a folder to search, and recalled unfamiliar memories.
It was a severely damaged memory folder that was different from the folder named [Omo] and had not even been named.
Omo raised his head slightly and looked at the few feet of sky in the alley. His eyes, which were slightly empty due to the surge of thoughts, gradually solidified because he had exited the information folder that did not belong to him. .
Ormer Linton
He remembered his name again, and he could continue to use the chip's information retrieval function to read through the memory that was composed of pages of txt and MP4.
From the scream of the little devil heard in the distant orphanage, to the complexity of being taken to the racecourse by adults when he was young, to the scene of the Oaks race entering the gate that he had just seen not long ago... When he came back to his senses Only then did I realize that the bullet box in front of me had changed again.
[The information has been collected, the abnormal information integration has been completed, and can be retrieved... It has been confirmed that there are 628 previous cases that meet the conditions, which are defined as alien soul invasion (extraterritorial demon seizing the body)]
It seems that it has been specially transformed to fit the cultural circle of the user, but it is not necessary. Omo doesn't pursue the elements of the fairy culture circle. He can only say that the program definition of the chip itself requires careful explanation, so he doesn't have to talk to that fixed program.
But when he finished reading the string of text, the chip monitoring the neurofeedback also sent out the next pop-up window, forming a simple interaction.
[Intelligence integration has been uploaded and the police station case filing has been completed. 】
[The local police station has dispatched police officers to respond and will arrive within half an hour. The page has been sent to the terminal. Please enable real-time positioning confirmation]
Police station... I haven't been to the police station for three years... Omo held his forehead and stood up with difficulty.
The pain is gradually fading, but the dizziness still exists, so my thinking is not focused. The occasional train ride can easily affect the newly arrived memory folder, and some unfamiliar but immediately understandable vocabulary and words emerge from it. message.
This connection is far more natural than the data transmitted by the chip. It is completely integrated with the original memory. It only needs to be deliberately called up to emerge naturally.
It's like having an extra book, but considering the convenience of access, it should be an e-book that can automatically search for keywords.
Traveling through time... being penetrated by soul... Omer's mood was extremely complicated. He had never thought about being curious about other worlds, and even set his sights on the execution department of the Security Bureau of the Two Realms. However, he was 'lucky' to use this part of the case of contacting time-travelers in a drastic way.
He has seen many literary creations with sublimators as the protagonists, and classification definitions such as 'fantasy', 'fantasy', 'science fiction' and even 'two-spined ape' can come to mind to help understand this state. It seems that in such foreign memories, this situation is actually common.
It seems that he can understand Bize's somewhat inconsistent adaptation... Just as he was thinking this and finally stood up straight, he subconsciously called up the knowledge about other worlds related to 'Moon' and 'Cyber'. Then there was a picture of a naked golden-haired woman holding a long sword, and there were even countless estrus texts that followed.
"..."
Homao couldn't understand Bize again.
At the same time, I gained a deeper understanding of a certain string of words in my memory that are common to this world's culture.
【Sizhai Steamed Goose Heart】
