The real name of this old man who lives in seclusion in a cave in cyberspace is Sendo Ishimura. He is an old comrade in arms of Refeng.
After receiving a punch from Bu Liuxing, the old man welcomed him in and sent him to sit at the dining table. Then the chatter started.
"I really didn't expect you to come back."
The old gentleman put down all the workpieces at hand and tidied up the miscellaneous things on the workbench. He didn't care what the meteor said or looked at - he introduced himself.
"Young man, my name is Ishimura Sendo. I used to be from Huangshi. Where are you from?"
Meteor said without hesitation: "I am an unknown warrior..."
"Oh my god..." Mr. Qiantang wiped his hands, took off his glasses and continued wiping them, showing a surprised expression: "What year is it today?"
Meteor wanted to stand up, but felt it was not appropriate, so he sat back: "Old sir, this year is 2032, and I am indeed from Anonymous. I am a red stone man, and my name is Bu Meteor."
Ishimura Sendou then asked: "How did you find me?"
Meteor: "Uh..."
[Of course, I walked in directly according to the house number. ]
Meteor immediately said: "The hot wind passed through the phone booth and brought me here."
Mr. Qiantang sat across from Meteor, held Meteor's right arm, and looked at it solemnly.
"Young man, your name is Bu Liuxing, right?"
Meteor was still wondering if this old man Qiantang had a bad memory.
"Yes...I just said that."
Sendo: "Refeng stays in this arm?"
Meteor: "Yes, I was originally a member of the scientific research team. When we came to the area around Shiqiu Town, the executioners on night patrol attacked us - when I woke up, I had an extra venom in my hand."
Sendou Ishimura put down Ryusei's arm and went to the back room.
"It's too hard to talk like this. I'm going to find a mouth for him."
However, in just one minute, Ryusei and Mr. Qiando explained the cause and effect clearly, and the two chatted about other trivial matters.
"Mr. Sentou, were you friends with Refeng before?"
"We are comrades-in-arms, and I am a soldier of the Foehn Resistance Army."
"Resistance? Who are you resisting?"
"Everyone resists. In the past, when there were natural and man-made disasters, Refeng and I went to beat up disaster beasts and kill corrupt officials. Later, in the era of technological explosion, he and I teamed up to deal with bankers. Later, in the era of decline of human nature, we fought against artificial intelligence."
"Ishimura Sendo...this last name..."
"Have you ever heard of the surname Ishimura?"
Meteor thought for a moment and revealed the names of the two brothers from Eureka Volcano City six years ago——
——Two cadres of the Cupid Mercy Association, one is Ishimura Takuma and the other is Ishimura Junichiro. This pair of sleeping dragons and phoenixes devoted themselves to the evil cause of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult, and are also unworthy descendants of the Huangshi people.
Ishimura Sendou was quite surprised when he heard these two names. After Ryusei finished explaining the cause and effect, Mr. Sentou opened the door of the warehouse and took a look outside.
"Have we ever had talents like these two in our side room?"
Meteor asked awkwardly: "Are you familiar with them?"
Mr. Qiantang said without hesitation: "According to seniority, they should call me uncle and grandpa - it is not unfair to die at the hands of an unknown person, it is a good thing to honor the ancestors."
Meteor asked in surprise: "A good thing?"
Mr. Qiantang held a prosthetic head in his arms and returned to the warehouse to search for other parts.
"Of course it's a good thing! If this paragraph is mentioned in historical stories in the future, the addition of these two names in Galahad's textbooks can be regarded as a kind of free advertising. You also know that black and red are now considered red, and Internet It’s the same as popular self-media—not afraid of being infamy for eternity, but afraid that no one will care about it.”
I didn't expect this old man to be quite fashionable...
Meteor smiled awkwardly and decided to change the topic.
"Mr. Sendo, how did you recognize Refeng just now?"
"Because I got punched by you."
"Huh? Is it because of this?"
"The entire Shinto City network security management system was written by [Changshi] - no one can overwrite the underlying logic of this code." Sendou Ishimura patiently explained: "If our private space does not have a corresponding secret key, Ordinary users cannot access it without the owner’s permission.”
The old man came out carrying a human head, sat back in front of Meteor, and explained patiently.
"It's like a key or a lock. If the owner doesn't open the door, the bad guys will never get in."
"But there is one special case, and that is Hot Wind Boy——"
"——The law enforcement unit of the Shintoists uses a copy of Refeng. Both his genes (physical composition) and memes (thinking model) are universal keys. He has the authority of a law enforcer. Just like a person wearing a fake Like bandits in police uniforms..."
[What the hell are you talking about? Am I a fake police officer? ]
Meteor quickly held down his restless right arm: "Don't be angry, brother... don't be angry."
Sendo-san was startled, and then started laughing.
"He still has this temper? Hahahahahaha! He's so energetic."
Meteor smiled awkwardly: "Yes, he is always angry."
"When I first saw you." Sendou Ishimura put the bionic skull into Meteor's right arm, "I thought it was some highly skilled little hacker who came to me."
Meteor pressed his palm on the head, and then he saw a black mist blending with the hair of the corpse, and bursts of electric light exploded.
Mr. Qiantang's eyes were complicated as he watched the head's facial muscles twitch and gradually wake up.
He then spoke to Meteor.
"In [Elysium], unless users have signed additional agreements and made verbal agreements with each other, they cannot attack each other. This is an insurmountable iron law. But you hit me hard on the head as soon as you entered the door. For a moment - this is the authority only law enforcers have."
"That's when I was convinced that you were Refeng..."
The bionic head took a deep breath, as if it was resurrected from the graveyard, and suddenly opened its eyes, looking at the two of them in horror.
At this moment, with the help of Sentou Ishimura, Refeng finally found a trapping program in [Elysium Space], found legal software that he could rely on, and used this prosthetic skull to come back to life!
Hot Wind cursed: "Damn it! What did you put on me?"
Sendou Ishimura apologized: "I'm sorry, I changed my job and have been collecting rags."
Hot Wind kept struggling, with a painful expression on his face: "What's in this head? I'm going fucking crazy!"
Sendo Ishimura immediately explained: "This is the body of a private doctor who was doing medical consulting services during his lifetime. There will be some junk information..."
In Shinto City, people not only have real bodies, but also a set of data bodies in cyberspace, which allows artificial intelligence and living humans to switch social identities.
Nowadays, Sentou Ishimura's job is to be a rag picker.
There are so many human remains piled up in the cave outside the house. They are all discarded software facilities. They are waste products replaced by different modules, different formulas, and different professions.
The head prepared for Hot Wind was once a doctor's electronic brain, and some data remains in it, including short-term memory and long-term memory, and neural activity in the hippocampus and cerebral cortex. These things will affect Hot Wind's behavior and change Hot Wind's character. .
But this is not permanent and will only temporarily cause some communication barriers.
"Give me a different voice!" Hot Wind shouted: "I can't stand it anymore! This guy's head is full of advertisements! I..."
"Sorry, I don't have that much money, Boss Refeng." Ishimura Sendou said with a smile: "Want to find you a prosthetic skeleton with 100% synchronization rate? I have to attack the police and chop off the heads of the Shinto City law enforcers and give them to you. After all, these prosthetic skeleton modules are perfect replicas of you - if I have this ability, why don't I get you a complete set?"
Hot Wind: "Okay..."
Meteor watched in amazement as the head rolled on the table. After a while, several extremely tough tubes protruded from the neck. These tubes turned into walking legs, and the hot wind controlled the head to crawl and observe the world.
When Hot Wind turned around and saw the meteor.
"Holy shit! So you look like this?!"
Bu Liuxing asked in surprise, "So you don't know what I look like?"
Hot Wind replied angrily: "When I was running around on you, I could only see your memories from the brain area. Don't you know that Homo sapiens can never clearly see his own appearance?"
Meteor: "Is there any other explanation?"
Refeng explained: "Whether it's the front camera or the mirror, what people see is always the mirror image - you are not a big star who appears on TV every day. This is the first time I see you from this perspective."
Meteor doesn't know what to say...
The atmosphere became a little awkward——
——But Sendou Ishimura quickly broke the embarrassment.
"Time is up."
Hot Wind: "When is the time up?"
Meteor: "Is it time?"
The words have not yet fallen——
——The software part that was parasitized by Hot Wind Boy, that is, the prosthetic skull, began to broadcast automatically.
As if the hot wind was out of control, it started talking nonsense.
"Doctor, is there any way to burn fat quickly without exercising or controlling diet?"
"Yes! Please don't worry! My client! I will arrange for your cremation right away! Call the Ginza Town No. 1 Medical Clinic now to order funeral services and you will get a discount! It's better to act than to take action..."
After saying this, the scene fell into deathly silence.
Meteor didn't dare to take a breath, judging from the dull pain in his right arm——
——Refeng seemed very angry.
Hot Wind: "Qiandang?"
Sendou Ishimura explained seriously: "This was a medical accident. The doctor used a hosting service, and then the diagnosis and treatment plan he wrote for the obese patient was to cremate him on the spot. Medical software thinking models are very expensive - if it didn't There's something wrong, why did you end up in my hands? If you think so, it makes sense, right?"
Hot Wind: "Fuck!"
Sendou Ishimura explained: "Every eight minutes, this software will automatically broadcast a piece of junk information. This head cannot be repaired. My job is to extract useful information from these contaminated data and turn waste into treasure." .”
Hot Wind: "So every eight minutes, I have to say some stupid nonsense?"
Sendou Ishimura: "We used to have to watch an advertisement every twenty minutes when watching TV dramas. This is normal."
Hot Wind said impatiently: "Okay! Let's talk about business!"
The three of them gathered in front of the small table and began to discuss the plan.
Hot Wind first approached the meteor with great interest.
"I have a plan! A brilliant idea! The political agenda is to destroy the gods of Shinto City and fuck this fucking city to pieces."
Ishimura Sendo nodded: "What are the benefits?"
Bu Liuxing nodded: "I have to find my Ah Hei and Brother Ping An. Their life and death are uncertain now. Brother Hei is the child of a sacred beast. It must be in the electronic museum..."
Even if Refeng only has one head left, he still has a decent leadership style: "This stupid young man and I are responsible for violently breaking the door. You have to find a way to get us a set of modules - let this kid and the Shinto City The law enforcement team works hard, and after the thing is done, everyone gets what they need, and they get what they want."
Ishimura Sendou hesitated to speak. The old man raised his hand and put it down, and finally licked his lips with a nervous expression.
"Do you know what you are talking about? Boss Hot Wind?"
Refeng: "I'll give you time to think about it - if we don't work together, this thing won't work."
Meteor looked at Qiantang. The idea that Refeng proposed just now seemed to stump the frail old man.
"Mr. Qiantang, do you have anything to hide?"
Ishimura Sendou thought for a long time and finally pulled out a scroll screen from the venom center of his right arm.
"Look, this is me now."
The screen showed a sanatorium in Shinto City. A scrawny little old man huddled in a hibernation cabin, relying on various life-support devices to stay alive. His vital signs were already very weak.
"I'm almost dead, Boss Refeng. I'm almost ninety-nine years old."
Refeng asked in surprise: "Didn't you accept the transformation of the prosthetic body? Your physical body..."
Sendou Ishimura's avatar changed rapidly, from an old man in his sixties or seventies to a high-spirited young man in his twenties.
In just a few seconds, he went from childhood to adulthood and back to old age again.
"In the [Elysium Space], I can live forever. I can feel different stages of life through various neural signals, and I can be young or old."
Immediately afterwards, Sendou Ishimura opened the venom mechanism and switched to a mode.
"I can also become a woman and experience other people's models."
Mr. Sendo instantly transformed into Miss Sendo, his dry skin became shiny, and his body shape also evolved dramatically, eventually transforming into a protruding brunette with flaming red lips.
Hot Wind: "Fuck! I didn't know you had this hobby!"
Meteor: "Good guy!"
Sendo Ishimura has returned to his original appearance.
"All in all, I don't intend to change the body I have in reality - there are thousands of accounts that can be changed online. I can't forget who I am, boss..."
Hot Wind stopped talking.
Meteor immediately asked: "If the hot wind wants to destroy Shinto City..."
"I will die." Sentou Ishimura said: "It's not that I'm afraid of death, Boss Rewind, the physical bodies of all the Foehn rebels have not been transformed by artificial bones - except for the Venom mechanism, we are all 100% Homo sapiens. .”
Hot Wind: "Are you ready?"
Sendou Ishimura answered the question incorrectly and started to ramble.
"It's so nice to hear your voice again..."
"If you're not in a hurry, do you have time to listen to the stories that happened over the years?"
Hot Wind came to Meteor slowly, facing Ishimura Sendou, loosened the hose wire on his head, and just sat on the table with a serious expression.
Ishimura Sendou gathered his emotions and spoke slowly.
"What can kill a group of powerful warriors? Is there any way to make the most determined people succumb to painful torture?"
"The answer is time."
"Boss Refeng, when the fifty-one pillars are completed, the holy beasts are also tamed by us, and the entire Shinto City cyberspace is completed. It seems that everything is developing in a good direction."
"A comrade has gone crazy. Ever since he came to this virtual space, he has been watching the video of the Red Iron Disaster Day on January 4, 1977."
“Digitalized memory has good and bad qualities. The good thing is that it can make people remember something forever. The bad thing is that it can make people remember something forever.”
"We can't forget the trauma we suffered in the past, especially the comrades of the Foehn Resistance Army. Their strength comes from their desire to protect, their sense of justice, and their scars."
"This comrade began to collect memories related to various disasters in the big bank of Kurome Senju, and used those modules to make himself a witness to the disaster, allowing him to re-experience the experiences of those who suffered."
"Then he went crazy, and his personality split into more than 400 parts - he fell into a volcano at the same time, and became his daughter buried in the rubble in the earthquake disaster. He also grabbed his daughter's hand outside the prefabricated board and waited bitterly. The father who comes to the rescue. He is both the teacher holding up the classroom floor and the child hiding under the desk."
"He is anyone. He disappears into these data and is nothing."
"This is the first cyberpsychopath in the Foehn Resistance. Because of his strong compassion and love, he turned into a handful of ashes."
"Boss Refeng, after your DNA prototype became a typical person, we warriors became even more confused and helpless - on days when we didn't need to fight, we trained in the VR space and fought against imaginary enemies again and again."
"This imaginary enemy is you. The Shinto believe that you are the best partner for training."
"Our personalities have also begun to gradually disintegrate. We can meet you on the real street. In the virtual space, you are still enforcing the law impartially. The closer people are to you, the less they recognize you. We don't know who you are - you don't want to If you become a statue of a god like the Shinto people, you will immediately be regarded as an evil ghost by the Shinto people. We must fight against evil ghosts like you and learn how to subdue evil ghosts."
"Especially your wife..."
Hot Wind said impatiently: "Can you skip this topic?"
Sentou Ishimura was disobedient and still read out the name.
"Peach..."
Refeng's nominal partner, whose full name is Ishihara Momo, was once a member of the Foehn Resistance Army and accompanied the entire battle group and Shinto City through six different eras.
From the earliest pioneering era, to the era of wars against the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult, to the era of scientific research and development, to the era of nuclear fission power stations and artificial intelligence taking off, to the era of bandits killing bankers, and finally to the modern era where Meteor lives.
After the technology of [Elysium Space] was perfected, almost all normal Homo sapiens moved to the virtual home. The real world only needed electrolytes and venom to maintain energy balance. People used AI hosting to carry out production activities and maintain the basic operation of society. , entertainment and culture are replaced by neural signals, without the need for substantial interaction. [Elysium Space] can simulate any neural signals, and false experiences can become real.
"Because you are a [typical person], your wife cannot recognize you in the real world, and she has to fight you in the virtual space. Her symptoms of personality disintegration are the most obvious. The longer she stays in the [Elysium Space], the Her mental state is getting worse and worse." Sentou Ishimura did not care about the leader's face, he spoke in a cold tone, and tore off the last layer of window paper - at this moment, the hot wind was just a ghost, and was no longer the leader Sentang was familiar with. .
"Like other brothers with split personalities, A Tao also died, but people liked her. After all, she was your hot woman, and she was an idol that countless people admired and admired. So in [Elysium Space], she is alive again Come here."
"Her Riemannian thinking model started out as a solemn "First Lady", and then derived various variations. She has many, many copies. People use her as a voice assistant, use her as an advertising spokesperson, and let her wear clothes. Put on all kinds of clothes. Produce merchandise related to her.”
"Your personality also began to crack due to this incident. In just a few years, these ghosts defeated you. You also lived in the [Elysium Space], living with Xiao Tao - when you walked out, Seeing this big star in and out of various occasions with countless fake identities at the same time, you will eventually go crazy."
Hot Wind: "I know I am a dead person, but this matter has nothing to do with our plan."
Ishimura Sendou nodded and looked at Meteor again.
"I just stood from the perspective of Homo sapiens and explained to this young man the ins and outs of the matter - he has the right to know before he gets involved in this matter."
"As you said, your wife is now the subway. The passenger flow increases sharply every holiday, and people cannot refuse this [First Lady]. The moment she became a commodity, the entire Shinto City economy was revitalized .”
"People are frantically buying all the modules related to her, and then the modules that lead to many soldiers of the entire Foehn Resistance. People are experiencing our life, even if the expenses are huge and they are in debt."
"And you, Hot Wind, if you hadn't turned into a typical person and been treated as an imaginary enemy by Shinto City's security system - you would have been commercialized and turned into a pastime in [Elysium Space]."
"I'm picking up the trash here, and I can see the memories left in the corpses of many people. They went to bed with all kinds of celebrities, talked about history with celebrities from different eras in the past hundred years, and talked about all walks of life. Knowledge, if you don’t become a law enforcer and an imaginary enemy, there will definitely be many people coveting your ass.”
"The exchange and communication in [Elysium Space] has brought incredible productivity and a terrifying torrent of information. It seems that all morality and etiquette have been shattered."
"Last week I was eating second hand garbage and almost going cyberpsychotic, taking data from a prosthetic skeleton while that bitch was fucking three Super Bowl athletes - and this prosthetic skeleton was going to This event is called a playoff game.”
"At that time, this stream of information almost shot through my nerves and destroyed my thinking model. Like other horror-hunting experiences, there was also the butterfly knife cut out of one's own thigh meat for friends and family to taste together - —I won’t go into details about these things that make people’s sanity drop drastically. All in all, it’s very chaotic.”
"I support you and I hope you end this era."
Meteor was still a baby, and just listening to it started to increase his madness index.
He couldn't imagine what Refeng and Qiantang had gone through. The moment their comrades gradually developed symptoms of personality disintegration, there was probably nothing they could do.
Without the Shinto people, the people in Shinto City would not be alive today. Without the management of artificial intelligence, the city would still be in a terrifying age where tigers and wolves were stalking and bankers were rampant.
Scientific research and technology have liberated people. [Elysium Space] and various modules have made people's communication efficiency skyrocket. "Personal experience" and "technology sharing" time and time again can make the wild and primitive society quickly burst out with wisdom. Light.
But when people enter the [Elysium Space], their desires and human nature gradually decline.
Many ghosts from the heroic days have been transformed into today's pastimes. It is used to stimulate consumption and become an indispensable commodity in the economic cycle.
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Hot Wind: "Are you done?"
Ishimura Sendo: "If my memory is not wrong and has not been tampered with, it should be these things - I have nothing to say."
Hot Wind spoke immediately.
"So..."
"Doctor! I am a professional fighter pilot! Is there any way that can allow me to withstand gravity acceleration of more than 25g? Implantation of prosthesis or genetic modification? I can accept it! As long as I am not eliminated by this society! After all, my salary It’s too high! I have to renew the subscription for Miss Ishihara Momo!”
"Hello, I suggest you retire on the spot and find a job. Selling your organs now has some scientific value. If you are selected as a typical person and your genes can be included in the electronic museum, it will be a huge sum. Where’s the wealth!”
"Why?! I want to be a complete person!"
"Because electronic computers, as AI pilots of fighter jets, are much better than Homo sapiens, fighter jets do not need to design cockpits, and electronic equipment does not need to consider g-force - the evolution speed of any robot cannot keep up with the self-evolution of artificial intelligence. .and a little more.”
"As a doctor, I sincerely warn you that the war years are over. You should use less weird modules. We in Shinto City have no apron, no airport, no air control center, no air force - you are a Unemployed, your Ishihara Momo thinking model companionship service expired last month."
After saying these words, Hot Wind returned to normal. After waiting for eight minutes, he would turn on the advertising mode again and relay spam information.
"Fuck! My soul is not clean!"
Sendou Ishimura shrugged useless.
Hot Wind cursed loudly.
"Damn it... I need to find a set of modules for this kid. Now I doubt your ability. How can you pick up food in the garbage?"
Ishimura Sendo stood up and walked out the door.
"Then you have to wait for a while. I'll go outside to sort it out. Maybe there are some good things related to combat skills in these software prosthetics."
Hot Wind turned around and scolded Meteor.
"Boy! Touch me!"
Meteor: "Huh?"
Hot Wind shouted loudly.
"Touch my head! Let me go back to you from this soft body! I can't stand this kind of mental torture!"
