“What happens when you become a cyberpsycho”
Mo Fan was very curious about this. It was mentioned in the Dayan Body Refining Method that without the physical body as a barrier, the soul would be assimilated by the Dao if it directly came into contact with the Dao, thus annihilating itself.
But it didn’t say what would happen if the soul was affected by the Great Dao while the body still existed.
Is it to become a fool, to die of consciousness and become a vegetative state, or to be directly brain-dead?
An Xin said: "There are many forms of cyberpsychosis, including self-perception disorder, schizophrenia, paranoia..."
"Whatever the manifestations are, they all have one thing in common, which is a strong tendency to violence and self-destruction, which is irreversible."
"Cyberpsychosis is like a moving ball of explosives that will continue to destroy everything around it until it itself disappears in the explosion."
"So dangerous?" The symptoms of cyberpsychosis were far different from what Mo Fan imagined, and he couldn't help but frown.
If you are an implanter of ordinary civilian functional prostheses, you will not be able to cause much trouble if you become cyberpsychotic, but if you are transplanted with combat-type prostheses and suddenly attack in a crowded place...
An Xin seemed to have the ability to read minds and guessed what Mo Fan was thinking and said:
"Because of its danger, the federal government has promulgated a decree. Once someone is identified as having cyberpsychosis, the public security department will immediately mobilize the highest level of force around and kill the target unconditionally."
Mo Fan asked: "Generally, how many prosthetics are transplanted can lead to cyberpsychosis."
"For ordinary people, the degree of transformation should not exceed 15%, which translates to about five pieces of prosthetic body."
Mo Fan clicked his tongue, thankful that the existence of Dayan Body Refining Technique kept the integrity of his physical barrier.
Without the Dayan Body Refining Technique, with the number of prosthetic bodies he had implanted, his ashes would probably have been exhumed by the automatic law enforcement team.
As a body-refining monk who relies on prosthetic bodies to practice, any number of prosthetic bodies can be integrated into the body, and there is no need to plan the installation of prosthetic bodies, so he is not prepared to act on An Xin's first suggestion.
"What about the second piece of advice?"
An Xin moved closer to Mo Fan, leaned forward, and observed Mo Fan carefully, as if she wanted to see something from his face.
Mo Fan gave An Xin the same wink as Ebisu, "Would you like to get closer?"
"I think you are a little crazy at best, but you are not a fool." An Xin automatically blocked Mo Fan's harassment.
Mo Fan: "Thank you for the compliment."
An Xin: "But if you become a cyberpsychopath in my office, then I will definitely find a way to wake you up..."
Mo Fan didn't expect An Xin to value him so much. He felt warm in his heart and was about to rush forward and give her a hug.
Unexpectedly, just as he was about to pounce, An Xin blocked him with his foot.
An Xin's bare soles pressed against Mo Fan's face, preventing him from moving forward any further. Then she twisted around and stood up from her sitting position, while trampling Mo Fan down on the sofa.
She rubbed Mo Fan's cheek with the sole of her foot and said the second half of her sentence: "I will find a way to wake you up and then kill you."
"I understand, if I become a cyberpsychopath, I will definitely find a way to die outside before I get sick."
An Xin raised her feet, let go of Mo Fan, and sat back to her original position.
"The first option is the most efficient. With 2 million federal coins, you can assemble a complete set of implanted prosthetics within your mental endurance."
"The second option is more luxurious and uses the money to buy special prosthetic parts, such as prosthetic eyes, prosthetic internal organs, or brain-computer interfaces. However, the cost of transplantation of such prostheses is often more expensive than the prosthesis itself. For the company’s goods, 2 million is only enough to buy about two pieces.”
The neural driving of Chilang Technology allowed Mo Fan to discover that the prosthetic body produced by the super company has richer spiritual energy than the products of ordinary companies, and also has a trace of aura, which is of great benefit to practice.
Rather than purchasing a complete set of mediocre prosthetics, he prefers the second route of fewer but more refined ones.
"By the way, Miss An Xin, is 2 million federal coins enough to buy a military combat prosthetic body?"
"Buying one is barely enough."
Mo Fan looked happy, "Then..."
"But there is no channel." An Xin poured cold water in time, extinguishing Mo Fan's smile.
"Military combat prostheses are the highest level of control and are strictly prohibited from being exported. Except for a few officers who have made military exploits, the vast majority of soldiers must remove the transplanted military combat prostheses when they retire."
"Unless you can enter the underground black market of Planet City, it will be difficult to find the source of goods."
"Where did Ebisu's prosthetic body come from?" Mo Fan could confirm that the woman had at least two military combat-type prosthetic bodies transplanted from her aura concentration during a brief fight with Ebisu.
"She is from Planet City. After a quarrel with her family, she ran away from home and joined her uncle, the brigade commander. In two years, she became the youngest officer in the brigade where she served."
"She wants to get a military prosthetic body, and there are many ways."
"excuse me."
Mo Fan didn't expect that Ebisu, who seemed to never get angry in front of An Xin, would actually have such a powerful background. He was a native of Planet City and had an uncle who was a brigade commander.
With such a family background, Rui En may not be able to compare with her.
Mo Fan asked without giving up: "Then can I ask her to get me a military combat prosthetic body?"
"Yes, this is one of her businesses, but 2 million is not enough to find her, or even a little less."
Mo Fan sighed. He had forgotten how evil Ebisu was. He dared to cut 1 million into 150,000 with one knife. If she only doubled the prosthetic body of more than 1 million, I'm afraid it would be all because of An Xin's face. friendship price.
He grabbed a piece of vegetarian meat jerky and put it into his mouth, "I want to think about it."
"Actually, you don't have to stick to the prosthetic body. The one that suits you is the best. The latest industrial prosthetic body may be more suitable for your style."
"I used to have a headache to make money, but I didn't expect that spending money would be such a headache." Mo Fan shrugged, sat down next to An Xin, and watched "Wasteland Survivor" together.
Mo Fan: "Is this Bells really a human? Why do I feel that even if he eats nuclear waste, he can still taste it with gusto."
An Xin: "You can have such a good appetite after transplanting Lebo's super mouth and super stomach."
"I heard that after transplanting that thing, the excrement you eat tastes like vanilla."
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to comment on your sexual fetishes, but please be normal."
"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense, I only learned about it after eating the food you cooked."
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Mo Fan: "Why doesn't this Estafu eat?"
An Xin: "He has been transplanted with a strengthened intestine, which can break down excrement to obtain nutrients. He can survive until the end of the competition by starving himself."
"Does the intestine have a sense of taste? Could it also be vanilla-flavored?"
"It seems I need to check your browsing history."
While the two were drinking and chatting, the doorbell of Ruyi Office rang.
Mo Fan looked at his watch, it was two fifty-three minutes.
He looked at Ruyi Office's office hours again, which were 10:00 a.m. to 7:00 p.m.
He pinched the cigarette butt out of his mouth and walked towards the door with the bat in hand.
Some idiot was so high that he couldn't find his house, or some drunkard came to borrow the restroom after drinking too much.
Last time, that bastard actually excreted directly at the door of the office. If he hadn't reacted in time, he would have stepped on him when he went out for morning exercise.
He checked the video and found that he was a black man. Only two eyes and a set of white teeth could be seen in the access control camera, making it impossible for him to find out who it was even if he wanted to settle accounts.
Before opening the door, he glanced at the camera. It was dark inside. The next moment, two round eyes suddenly appeared in the air.
Perhaps because he heard someone coming, the person outside the camera smiled, showing his white teeth.
Mo Fan also grinned and tightened his grip on the baseball bat in his hand.
Damn it, I caught you, you dare to do it a second time, I have to open your eyes for this bitch today.
When he opened the door, he originally wanted to say hello with a stick, but as soon as he waved his hand, he stopped immediately.
The man outside the door is also a black man, but unlike the guy last time, he is a big celebrity in Yefeng Town and even West City. Even Mo Fan, a newcomer who has traveled through time recently, has seen him more than once.
The person who came was none other than the street boy who came out of Yefeng Town, the founder of Ninth Media, and the person who came was the third candidate in the mayoral election of Yefeng Town, Brother Easy.
