After being taken away from the "Narcissus Plain" by Charon, Christie did not choose to surface immediately and return to the basic reality.
At Charon's suggestion, she spent about half a month adjusting herself - a process similar to rehabilitation exercises after long-term paralysis, except that it was rehabilitation on the mental level.
After all, she had been trapped in the Abyss Dark Web for decades, even though she was asleep most of the time. However, the stimulation of the cyberspace cognitive environment and its subtle influence on brain synapses will inevitably lead to her being unable to immediately adapt to her body in the base reality.
Not to mention, God knows what kind of prosthetics those guys outside removed from her body for safety reasons.
If he woke up so suddenly, the prosthetic drives installed in his brain would run wildly. As a result, the body cannot find hardware support at all, and the impact on the mental index will be extremely huge.
For this reason, she not only needs to carry out cognitive exercises to adjust her mental state; she also needs to carry out adaptive training for her prosthetic body that may be removed - for people who adjust, prosthetic bodies and implants are Equivalent to one's own organs. Although the removal of certain "organs" will not affect the individual's survival, it will still cause symptoms similar to "phantom limb pain" and affect the adjuster's mental state.
According to Christie's estimation, his "weak inertia auxiliary engine" must have been dismantled. After all, it is a power system that can support her deep space exploration with a small amount of energy. Installing it on her body is an uncontrollable factor. But on the other hand, removing this thing will not affect her vital signs.
As for its own energy supply system - a remote anti-matter power furnace. She believed that no matter who was looking after her now, even those inhumans who had exceeded the limits of human intelligence, they would not dare to take the risk of forcibly dismantling it. After all, the things suspended in the heart of the furnace are like the cat in Schrödinger's box. Unless you open it, you will never know whether it is a simple hydrogen atom or an antimatter hydrogen atom with positively charged electrons.
If it's the latter, the scene is rockin' enough.
As for the other... all kinds of weapons and equipment used for killing, no matter how you think about it, they must have been removed. Even if they have not been dismantled, unless those guys take careful care of them, most of them will break down if they are left in one place for decades.
The "Probabilistic Cloud Defense System" must have been offline, but because the "Strong Observer Vision" is integrated with one's biological brain, the other party will never dare to mess with it...
"Hey! Old man, I said I would just keep adjusting like this. How long will it take? It's almost done. There are still some questions left. It won't be too late after I return to the base reality and install all the prosthetics, right?"
After adjusting his own condition for an unknown number of times, but the guy holding the boat still didn't say anything, Christie urged with a slightly dissatisfied tone.
"hehe……"
What she responded to was the boatman's disdainful taunt.
The current interactive interface of "Charon" is quite different from the one in her memory. Previously, the other person liked to show off to others as a taciturn old man with a stooped back. In the past, when I served as its steed in basic reality, I might not be able to speak two sentences a week, so much so that Christie wondered if there was something wrong with its language model.
Thanks to it, those who have cooperated with him in the past always feel that he is an action man who is unsmiling, low-key, and takes action directly if he disagrees.
The kind of person who is ruthless and doesn't talk much.
But now...
"If every reckless person has to offer me a coin, then the God of Wealth should be replaced by me from Pluto. Or are you just so unwilling to cooperate with me? You need to go to such an extreme level Ways to resist my decision?"
The ugly, deformed, thin old man said this in a very mocking tone. He turned around as he spoke, with a few faint sparks popping out of his eyes.
After not seeing each other for so many years, this guy seems to have changed himself into an interactive interface that likes yin and yang.
Is this popular nowadays?
This boring question didn't even stay in Christie's mind for a moment. She instinctively choked back and said:
"Then it's good for us to continue passing the time on the River Styx like this - if you want to slap that being from the abyss just for this after paying a heavy price, then I have nothing to say... ...Old guy, are you listening?”
Her words were originally just to vent her words - scolding the AI was essentially the same as punching a pillow with her fists. They do not have "emotions", or in other words, they can act like they have "emotions", but that does not affect their decision-making.
However, what Christie didn't expect was that the other party was silent... Although she didn't know whether this pause was a preset response program or whether her words really had an effect - this is the point of communicating with AI. Damn it, you can never tell whether the other party's response is a preset template or whether a few serious keywords have played a role.
"All right……"
After a long while, Charon said:
"Although I don't believe that Hecate's project can be successful, and I don't think human emotions are such an important variable. But you are right. Now we are showing some kindness to the one who has proven that he still exists... There doesn’t seem to be any other losses.”
Christie felt a little baffled - the other party suddenly looked like he had been convinced by him, so what was going on?
However, before she could ask, the other party suddenly appeared behind her. His skinny hand like a bird's claw grasped her shoulder - it was as hot as a piece of charcoal fire that had just come out of the oven. In an instant, it melted her bionic cortex, revealing the bright light under the skin. Black armor.
But compared to the insignificant scratch on her substitute program itself, the torrent of information being forcefully poured into her mind at this moment made her feel even more unacceptable.
For a moment, she felt like she was no longer herself. It was as if there was something coming from an altitude of 90,000 feet, trying to take over her body.
[Now, start your Mandala certification]
Charon's voice appeared in her head and commanded.
She has experienced this feeling countless times in the past - when those beings originating from the ocean of information hope to deeply interfere with human society, they will turn into "riders" and choose their own "horses" in the basic reality. "Ride.
"Do you want it now?"
Christie asked in the depths of her consciousness while enduring the pain that felt like a file grinding through her brain.
Since the riders can control the bodies of the horses in the base reality, it will only be easier for them to control the substitute programs in the abyss and dark web. Typically, they don't do this simply because there's no need to.
Of course, no matter how simple it is, the verification of the Mandala password is still necessary.
[Don’t you want to return to the basic reality immediately?]
The other party replied.
Although it was not clear which nerve the other party had gone wrong, Christie still nodded in response to the other party's behavior.
Imagine a burning bass and charred corpses strewn across the stage...
She authenticated her mandala.
In an instant, something took control of her body. But the mental state that I had carefully adjusted before was like building blocks, now it was like a tall building rising from the ground, rising instantly.
Instant stability.
"you……"
My hard work over the past half month seems to have turned into a joke at this moment - the other party can actually "reset" with one click and instantly return me to the previous mental state.
But he just didn't do that before.
Compared with how the other party did it, what is more important is...
"Then why didn't you do this before..."
I wasted half a month of my time.
[Do you still remember the commission that the goddess gave you before?]
Without answering her question directly, Charon moved on to another topic.
"Protecting a child at depth 1 of Theseus' path?"
Christie recalled the strange commission from the AI.
Immediately, the muscles on her face twitched, revealing a mean and ugly smile - although their looks were very different, Christie at this moment looked very much like Charon who was punting the boat.
"She" opened her mouth and said "to herself" in Charon's voice:
"The first thing I ask you to do now is the same as what she said before. Save that human's life... He is about to be killed by others now." (End of Chapter)
