Tartarus, a special security unit housing entities related to the Abyssal Dark Web, the Fourth Prison.
At this moment, a guard team composed of the purest natives without any artificial bodies was carefully following the procedures to unlock the mechanical door of the prison of "Theseus".
That's right, the guards guarding this suspected "Hecate" horse are not just adjusters. They don't even have simple prosthetics and implants, nor the standard brain-computer interface modifications of this era - they are just a bunch of "AD people" living in the "New Calendar" era.
"So, why do we hire such a group of 'low-tech' guys to handle such an important matter?"
A "silent realm" blockade was carried out not far away, blocking all electromagnetic signals, leaving only the observation room of the optical observation equipment. A staff member who was newly transferred to the "Fourth Prison" looked with disdain at the "special handling personnel" who were carrying primitive gunpowder weapons and struggling to open the door.
He asked as if complaining.
In this era, due to reasons such as religious beliefs, genetic diseases, or other political factors, less than one percent of the population in the entire human society is unwilling or unable to carry out even the most basic brain-computer interface modifications.
These people left behind by the times are called "low-tech people", and they are the "forgotten people" of modern society - you know, even the only remaining paper publishing industry has completed the QR code of information. reform. Without brain-computer interface modification, these people can't even read today's newspapers.
Without the pre-modern settlements divided by geographical areas and the fully automated relief stations that ensure basic life, low-tech tribesmen simply cannot survive in today's society.
He felt that he was not thinking too highly of himself, but this employee who had just been transferred to the "fourth prison" couldn't understand it. Why would the managers of Pluto Deep Dive hire such a group of people who may not even be able to read street signs at the headquarters, which is the core of the company?
"Because the past has taught us lessons."
The man standing next to him with a warm smile on his face replied.
"In the past, the company also tried to let elite adjuster troops guard those 'horses', but the result..."
The man said with a mocking smile on his face.
Behind every seemingly redundant safety rule, there are bloody accident cases in the past. Moreover, these cases are often regarded as the Bible in the circles of relevant practitioners, and are solemnly preached to every newcomer who enters the industry.
Those "riders" from the Abyss Dark Web, as long as they are freed from the constraints of the Styx Firewall, even if they only control weak horses, the performance they can exert is far beyond the imagination of mortals.
"Use an infrared generator to send signals, translate them through the other person's prosthetic eyes, and implant a Trojan into the prosthetic body; secretly draw a QR code in the visual blind spot on the wall, so that you can inadvertently follow the path; it may even be that the other party is just following you Normal dialogue activates some contradictory commands through language topology, causing your prosthetic body to report an error...
"As long as you have traces of adjustments and modifications, those 'riders' can use various methods that are unimaginable to complete the hacking and control of the prosthetic body - in fact, many hacker hacking ideas today are influenced by those malicious programs. Inspired by them. Even so, even 'Wizard' level hackers would not dare to engage in information attack and defense wars with them easily."
It's like no matter how good the water is, people would not want to compete with fish in swimming - for you, it is a skill that requires difficult training to master, but for them, it is just like "breathing" instinct.
Hearing the other party's explanation, the new employee of the "Fourth Prison" suddenly felt a little numb - in the past publicity, he had never heard that those malicious programs could accomplish such a thing through the medium of horses. Weird things.
Therefore, he subconsciously retorted:
"But even so, being hacked like this is just a matter of probability. There is no need for us to employ 'low-tech people' so inefficiently. Instead, we can use some detection methods. Once we detect abnormalities in the guards..."
In response, the man interrupted him with a smile.
"You would think that after being hacked by a malicious program, the victims would move stiffly and sluggishly like zombies, foaming at the mouth, and rolling their eyes. Then they would turn their guns directly towards friendly forces regardless of their own injuries, just like in a popcorn movie. , immediately help the imprisoned villain escape from prison?"
The hint in the man's tone once again made the new employee feel numb.
Immediately, the man continued:
"No, they won't be like this. They will just go to and from get off work normally as usual. At most, they feel like they are suffering from 'insomnia'. They still go to the employee canteen every day to eat the synthetic food that always smells of gasoline. Food; return to your dormitory to watch a simulator movie; open your account before going to bed and count the zeros in the balance...
"Everything seems to be the same as usual, except when I am chatting with my colleagues before going to bed, I suddenly want to talk in detail about how to work the shifts next week, and I make a specific shift schedule myself.
"Or when you go to work the next day, you subconsciously take a screw into the 'fourth prison', just like tearing off a leaf when passing by a green belt. Then, you accidentally leave it behind. At work. And the next day, you quickly forget about it.”
do you understand?
The other party looked at him as if he was asking.
The escape from the prison, and perhaps even the preparation for taking control of the prison, was completed in this way without making any noise. The "riders" who control the "horse" are always ten steps ahead of human beings in thinking. Until one day, when your daily routine that you thought would always be the same is suddenly broken like a storm, you may start to think about when they started - if you are still lucky enough to be alive by then.
Because of this, for "Horse", the safest containment measure is the simplest and most primitive containment measure - hiring natives who cannot be hacked as guards, not using any electronic devices as the control system, and It is a containment measure that creates a purely mechanical structure.
An encryption algorithm that can generate hundreds of millions of random passwords per second is not as reliable as two large iron chains that require a key to open. A person whose body and mind are made of steel, and whose mind is performing billions of floating-point calculations at any time and at any time, is not as reliable as a native with a mortal body.
As the man said this, the door with a rough mechanical structure was unlocked, and the only optical equipment in the observation room that could observe the scene was automatically blacked out and closed.
For a time, the entire observation room fell into a so-called "information vacuum" state - all processing of "horse" will be carried out under the black box by employees of the "low-tech group".
Everyone here can only know the result at the end.
"I can only stay here and watch... I didn't expect this job to be quite easy."
The newly transferred employee said this.
The person who had been replying to him before smiled and said nothing. It was only then that the new employee noticed something was wrong.
"who are you?"
He couldn't remember when there was such a person among the staff of the Fourth Prison.
"Ye Qian, the original owner of the 'horse' in the 'information vacuum' state at the moment - in order to monitor the other party's emotional ups and downs at any time and grasp the other party's state at the moment, your leader sent me to accompany the investigation of 'Theseus' 's final disposition."
Ye Qian replied:
"It can be regarded as hospice care. Ah, there are results... It's a reminder that 'Scavenger' has been released."
During the conversation, the optical instruments in the observation room were reopened.
Several people present immediately gathered on the optical observation device.
Then, they saw the "guarding team" dispersed inside the venue. The firearms in their hands were discarded on the ground, and there was a lingering look of fear on their faces.
As for the door that houses "Theseus"? It is still closed now, and the door lock mechanism is only half unlocked.
So what is it that makes these people run away?
"Are you the one in charge here now? Wait, it's not like that - as soon as you come back, you meet another adjuster of 'Theseus' path?"
A female voice suddenly echoed behind them.
Everyone turned around suddenly - the doors and windows in the observation room were obviously closed, but a woman dressed in punk clothes appeared behind them at some unknown moment.
"What bad luck."
She looked at Ye Qian and said with a frown. (End of chapter)
