Mandala, a third-generation encryption program developed based on the JZ network protocol, binds the password to the visual cortex signal perception switch and activates verification by visualizing a unique pattern.
At the same time, it is also considered an encryption program that cannot be cracked in any case.
Memories are an ambiguous thing, and the picture reconstructed in the mind will never be just a picture. It will also carry your other perceptions, your emotions, your experiences, your reasons for choosing this picture...
In the process of recalling, countless pieces of information are activated, gathered, compressed, and packaged in the brain, and then undergo a series of Fourier transforms, eventually forming an indescribable feeling that is presented to self-awareness.
The mandala program is never just a picture - if it is just a picture, it is easy to crack, but when it comes to personal feelings, it returns to the eternal philosophical question: How can you know yourself? Is the world perceived the same as the world perceived by others?
After all, perception can only recognize appearances, not things themselves.
Which is the first thing you see in Escher's paintings: an angel or a devil?
When you first see the Necker cube, is the diagonal face at the front or at the back?
It can be said that in this era when the power of the corporate order has reached the top of the mountain, it is the Mandala program that holds the entire world in check, preventing it from completely falling into the abyss of the ultimate dystopia, thereby protecting the last bottom line of every human being.
Not even the most insane company would ask a person to hand over their mandala. Not because they don't want to, but because they know it makes no sense.
Even if you describe your mandala in great detail, and even take the other person to see the original pattern of your mandala in reality, you can't get him to log in to your own account.
Unless he is you.
Unless he has the exact same body as you, has experienced the exact same life, and has the exact same memories.
Unless he...
Unless He...
Booker looked at the data flow that was gradually taking shape in the hands of "Paradox" with almost horror, and his mind went blank.
He directly ignored the encryption of the "Mandala Program" and took out the transformation authority sealed in Liao Qi's memory?
If the matter of hacking into a multi-purpose printer was still within the scope of what I could bear, then what happened in front of me was completely challenging my cognitive limits.
No, it directly shattered my own worldview!
"Paradox" can ignore the mandala program and directly take things from Liao Qi's body, then he can directly strip away the transformation authority from his body in the same way.
If it falls into His hands, if the other party has malicious intentions... then death may be just a luxury.
In this place now, under His gaze, the other party is the absolutely real God.
It's so... so scary...
For humans, His existence is really a "paradox"...
Thinking of this, Booker immediately made a difficult decision in his heart.
If the other party shows even a hint of malice toward him, he will directly activate the "apoptosis program" on the brain-computer interface and commit suicide.
This is definitely not an overreaction!
As long as the other party is willing and can ignore the mandala's encryption, he can die and resurrect himself countless times in this abyss dark web, just like Ixion who is tied to a wheel of fire and tortured eternally.
As for Liao Qi, who was innocently implicated... I'm sorry, your mandala has been controlled by the other party, and now I'm afraid it's too late to remind you.
Apologizing silently in his heart, Booker trembled to see what the other party planned to do next.
At this moment, Jiang Zhou, who was sitting in his seat, didn't know that his previous behavior of trying to shock the other party had achieved an effect far beyond expectations - he originally just thought that the act of asking "Liao Qi" to bring something over It's a bit low, but directly "retrieving objects from the air" on your own side will look more imposing.
I never thought that my behavior almost frightened the person below to the point of committing suicide...
At this moment, he is looking at the depth 1 modification permission parameters and the materials required to print them.
"Second Chance" Spare Heart…
Carbon nanomuscle fibers…
Bioelectric energy conversion system…
Edge Enhancement System…
Eye tracking cornea…
“Grasshopper” tendon strengthening…
"Crazy" adrenaline pump...
Lactate metabolism accelerating device...
"Balance rod" type strengthens the spine...
…
As these modification permissions were formed one after another, a 3D model with multiple highlights appeared in front of him - the highlighted places were the modified organs.
Jiang Zhou glanced at them one after another, not looking at them for too long, lest they make Booker suspicious below.
Therefore, he only gave most things a cursory glance. However, for many transformation permissions, you can roughly guess their functions just by looking at their names.
After reading it at a glance, Jiang Zhou took one last look at the depth 4 transformation authority.
Day by day program.
This thing doesn't even have an entity. The concrete 3D modeling is just a bunch of constantly changing code, which seems to be just an operating system written into the built-in computer.
Seeing this, Jiang Zhou rolled the data into a ball with a wave of his hand, intending to stuff it back into Liao Qi's memory.
At this moment, Booker in the audience spoke.
"Paradox...Sir, what is your purpose in bringing us here this time?"
When he said this, he gritted his teeth, his voice trembled slightly, and his face looked like a risk-free expression.
Seeing this, Jiang Zhou was stunned for a moment. He didn't know why the other party suddenly looked like he was ready to die, nor did he know what kind of reasonable reason he should find.
"Do you really want to go back?"
Jiang Zhou asked.
Booker immediately shut up, and the courage he finally mustered up was instantly extinguished.
Liao Qi on the side nodded quickly and said:
"I think so, I really want to."
Jiang Zhou was amusing himself with the bad jokes of his time that had no meaning. Jiang Zhou suddenly wanted to smile bitterly, but then he restrained himself and replied:
"Then you go back."
"ah?"
Booker, who was almost desperate, thought his auditory nerve was malfunctioning.
This mysterious being who can ignore the mandala program is so easy to talk to?
So what was the purpose of bringing them both here?
Jiang Zhou, who was sitting upright in his seat, was thinking silently at this moment:
The more you do and the more you talk, the more mistakes you make.
What is needed is a lack of understanding of why and what is meant.
Go ahead and doubt your life, Booker Irvine is the new team leader.
"But...Mr. Paradox, you brought us here, don't you need us to do something for you...or get something from us?"
Booker was immersed in deep self-doubt at this moment. He looked blankly at the human figure that was being decomposed and reorganized all the time, and asked in confusion.
"Would you like to do something for me?"
Jiang Zhou asked with a chuckle.
"No... ah, no! I mean, of course! I mean..."
Seeing that the other party was no longer speaking fluently, Jiang Zhou continued to maintain a mysterious image and interrupted the other party:
"You just need to do what you were supposed to do. This is the only purpose I brought you here this time."
As for how to understand this "thing that should have been done", that is also Booker's own business.
If he is loyal, he will only be more loyal to Icarus in the future.
If he is a traitor, then he will continue to wonder whether "what he should have done" is loyalty or betrayal. Then no matter what, he will be more likely to reveal his flaws later.
Although at the moment, he might be able to use this enigmatic image to force the other party to tell him whether he is a traitor. But if you do this, firstly, asking this kind of question will damage your own image; secondly, if the other party is cornered and jumps over the wall, then you will be completely exposed.
It's better to keep things as they are now, and the future will be long.
But apart from that, Jiang Zhou still has some tricks he can use.
He balled up the compressed data ball, stuffed it back into his body through Liao Qi's mandala, and then said casually:
"Remember to take good care of your things."
It's like an adult casually saying "Don't lose it next time" after helping a child find something lost.
Although it is an understatement, the paradox has been established. The things in that memory belong to Liao Qi!
You don’t admit that you have the ability?
But if Booker doesn't admit it, he really has nothing to do with him at the moment.
Jiang Zhou thought helplessly.
Then he relaxed his hold on Liao Qi and allowed him to slowly float up with Booker in tow.
It's time to let them go back, otherwise it will be easy to expose their secrets.
Booker, who realized that he really seemed to be let go by "Paradox", was immediately overjoyed. He restrained his expression and said loudly:
"Thank you Mr. Paradox... I swear I will not tell anyone about what happened here today!"
To be so eager to make a promise is because I have something in my heart.
Jiang Zhou thought so.
If he is really as powerful as the other party makes him out to be, then he will have to torture him no matter what he says to make him clarify his position.
But in the end, he had no choice but to remain noncommittal about the other party's promise, appearing as if he didn't care.
After floating a little higher, Booker asked again:
"Mr. Paradox, will you bring us here again in the future like this time?"
This problem put Jiang Zhou in trouble.
In fact, it's not like he hasn't thought about it, whether he should follow the example of a certain ancient classic online novel he once read, and set a fixed time - such as dragging them to the abyss dark web at three o'clock every Monday afternoon. Here, they trade intelligence and technological blueprints with each other.
Maybe a secret organization called "Paradox" can be created in the future.
But the problem is that Jiang Zhou himself doesn't know when he will be sent for deep diving and salvage. And if the notification was sent through Liao Qi, it would be equivalent to blatantly telling the other party that Liao Qi had some secret connection with him.
And this time, the separation between myself and Black Falcon-136 seemed to be an accident.
If he were to pull them over again in the future, he would have to hide it from his teammates who were diving with him.
Forget it, let’s just pretend to be the magic stick to the end...
Jiang Zhou thought.
"When I feel it's necessary."
He raised his head slightly and answered expressionlessly.
When Booker heard this answer, he felt a chill running down his back.
This sentence is equivalent to saying, I will always watch you.
Sure enough, you can't get rid of it?
…………
When the consciousness faded away from the substitute program and returned to their own bodies, Liao Qi and Booker returned to the human world.
What greeted them was a burst of cheers mixed with excitement and surprise.
"You two are finally awake! I saw that the detector went 'flat' several times, and I thought you were all dead inside!"
Winston was so excited that he almost couldn't help but hug him.
He said and rushed over and began to quickly remove the wires inserted into Booker's body.
"Wait...wait a minute Winston, the multi-purpose printer hasn't restarted yet!"
Looking back at the floating black cube behind him, Booker quickly stopped him.
"There's no time to restart, we're in big trouble now!"
Without any pause in the movements of his hands, Winston raised his head and said seriously.
"Trouble? What trouble?"
Seeing this, the expression on Booker's face became serious.
"I don't know if the location of the multi-purpose printer has been exposed. Chiron House is now surrounded by an unknown number of armed men!"
