Zhang Heng is serious. The artistic content of this body is indeed very high, at least higher than that of his own body.
Angel Yan used the wormhole transportation technology to put on his spare armor for the body he would use in the future, for fear that Zhang Heng would slap him again.
"It seems that you understand this so-called art very well?" Angel Yanrao stared at Zhang Heng's face with interest and asked, "Do you have a deep study of human body art?"
How could you have this kind of experience if you didn't have a deep knowledge of it?
She had also carefully observed this body, and it was indeed a one-to-one reproduction of her body, not even a hair missing.
As for why she knew it, had she counted it?
No, she can still read nanomaterials.
Once her eyes of insight are opened, she can read information such as the proportions of various parts of the body, how many hairs there are on the body, and so on.
"I did study it intensively for a while, but I only had a rough understanding of it."
Zhang Heng replied modestly.
Then, he continued to introduce her: "Inside the body, I also added a simulation device that can simulate the secretion of estrogen, the main female hormone also known as female hormone."
"Although it cannot be like normal hormone secretion, it can promote the maturation of female appendage organs and the appearance of secondary sexual characteristics, and maintain normal physiological desire and reproductive functions."
"However, it can simulate the feeling of normal hormone secretion and maintain the characteristics that all women should have."
"If you still want to be a aunt, you can completely adjust it to the time period of your original body."
"Or if you feel that visiting your aunt will be a hindrance during a certain time period, you can always change it to a time period that you think is better."
"So, you don't need to worry about the psychological discomfort after entering this body, and the various physiological problems that originally existed..."
"Forget it, let's wait until you experience it before talking about it. The wonderful thing about it cannot be expressed in words."
After Zhang Heng introduced for a while, he found that some words were hard to say, so he immediately stopped and continued the introduction.
"..."
The corners of Angel Yan's mouth twitched: "You are so thoughtful!"
"But why do you think I think my aunt will be in the way for a certain period of time?"
"Auntie is in the way. Aren't you guys the only ones who think it's in the way?"
"Could it be that...you are interested in this body? Or are you interested in the angel in front of you?"
Zhang Heng shook his head: "I'm not interested at the moment."
There is no device in his body that can simulate male hormones, so he is telling the truth.
All desires, the reason why the spirit desires desires, are largely affected by hormones in the body. The so-called primitive instinct is nothing more than this.
However, the smile on Angel Yan's lips grew stronger, and he turned to say, "I think the body you gave me still has some flaws."
"Oh? Are there any other flaws?"
Zhang Heng said puzzledly, he was already working on it very seriously.
I think this body is already perfect, whether it is on an artistic level or a technical level, when evaluated by human aesthetics and values.
He was immediately unconvinced that such a perfect work of art was criticized for flaws.
"The flaw is... you haven't really understood the body of an angel, and the body you created cannot be regarded as the body of a real angel, so I'm not satisfied yet."
Angel Yan also had a good reason for saying there were flaws.
"Is that so?"
Zhang Heng began to think deeply, thinking that Angel Yan was really having an academic discussion with him.
"Of course, if you don't believe it, you can have a deeper understanding of the angel's body."
"The angel is right in front of you. You can even smell the angel's breath. As long as you are interested in understanding, you can learn more."
Angel Yan moved a little closer to Zhang Heng: "How's it going? Are you interested now?"
All right!
It was him who misunderstood.
Angel Yan wanted to have academic exchanges with him, but it was not that kind of academic exchange.
"Let's talk about it later."
Zhang Heng waved his hand and swatted her away.
We were talking about serious matters, but she suddenly changed the subject.
If she thinks there's a flaw, there probably is.
After all, it's impossible for there to be exactly the same thing.
Moreover, everyone's definition of "best" is different.
Others may think it is perfect, but I don't think so.
"Okay, what should we do?"
Zhang Heng regained his composure, and Angel Yan immediately regained his composure, not daring to continue to make him angry.
She was just getting high orally. If Zhang Heng really wanted to act on her knowledge now, she would probably panic!
That's really it. No one can save her even if she screams at her throat.
"I originally wanted to build a device similar to a sleeping cabin for you to store the main body. After all, the cabin-like structure of the device is the most comfortable for the Kamigawa body."
"However, considering that your bodies are all super warriors of more than one generation and are not so delicate, I won't do that."
"If you do that, every time you upload your consciousness, you will have to go to the trouble of lying down in the device to operate it."
"So, I set up the entire Tianren No. 7 as a device for uploading consciousness."
"In other words, once the server is started, you only need to be inside Tianren No. 7 to upload your consciousness and transform your body at any time."
"Can you understand?"
Halfway through, Zhang Heng looked at Angel Yan and asked.
"I understand, but after starting the server, how can we control the time of each consciousness upload?"
"And when the conscious body returns to its original form, how do we control it?"
"We can't force our consciousness to be uploaded as soon as we start the server, and then be forced to return to our true form within a certain period of time, right?"
Angel Yan asked, this was her biggest concern.
"After the server is started, I will give you your own consciousness and hand over total control authority..."
These are not problems. Of course Zhang Heng took them into consideration and continued to explain to her.
The total control authority handed over to her is no longer a device on the physical level, but allows her consciousness to directly control the server.
Every time she fights, she can let as many warriors upload their consciousness as she needs at any time.
Whether she uploads all the warriors in one fell swoop is entirely up to her.
They are all controlled by her conscious body, which is controlled by a thought or idea.
She can also control when to end the battle and when to return to the original body.
She can even delegate permissions.
Just like a group owner sets up several administrators, the administrator can replace her as the group owner and exercise certain permissions.
To add new people or remove old people, group owners and administrators can also do this.
"If you explain it this way, then I understand."
After hearing this, Angel Yan nodded.
What exactly it is like, she has to upload and experience it herself to know.
"Are you ready? No matter what happens or what you feel on the way, you must remember not to panic. You will not die."
Zhang Heng reminded her again.
When the consciousness is uploaded for the first time, or when the consciousness leaves the material, there will be an inexplicable feeling of fear.
If there is still a feeling right after death, it must be that inexplicable feeling of fear.
Because the definition of death by intelligent life can be said to be that intelligence leaves matter, and intelligent matter turns back into dumb matter.
In human terms, it can also be said that the soul leaves the body. When the soul leaves the body, the body is no longer life.
Therefore, the first time the conscious body separates from matter is almost equivalent to experiencing the moment of death.
This is different from when the conscious body enters the virtual game world.
After all, in the virtual world, everything in the virtual world can also allow the conscious body to feel the physical existence of the surrounding virtual world.
In an ordinary server that allows consciousness to be uploaded, there is nothing inside.
The conscious body cannot sense its surroundings, nor can it sense itself. However, the conscious body can still have its own self, so it will feel inexplicable fear.
That feeling is simply terrible!
Even Zhang Heng was not willing to use his conscious body to stay in that environment for too long.
In fact, in the three-dimensional universe, after the conscious body leaves the body, it feels similar to staying in that environment.
Therefore, under normal circumstances, he would let his conscious body stay in a certain body.
If the conscious body has always existed, unless the conscious body is transformed again, the conscious body becomes absolutely rational.
As long as there is still sensibility, you will definitely not be able to bear the feeling of nothingness and endless loneliness.
"Um…"
Seeing what Zhang Heng said was so terrifying, Angel Yan's face was a little solemn, but he nodded again.
Therefore, Zhang Heng was like a doctor performing an operation on a patient. When the patient was not paying attention, Zhang Heng used the knife and started the operation.
After the server started, Angel Yan's body also collapsed.
Almost instantly, her consciousness was transferred to the body created by Zhang Heng.
After "Angel Yan" started to move, she fell directly to the ground.
At the same time, she was breathing heavily, and kept touching her cheeks and neck with her hands, trying to wipe away the non-existent sweat.
This is because the simulation device in her body is working. If a normal human being sweats a lot at this time, she will also feel that she is sweating psychologically.
"It's terrible, absolutely terrible...how long has it been?"
Angel Yan looked frightened, with a look of fear on his face.
"Less than a minute."
Zhang Heng came over to help her up and replied.
"Huh? Less than a minute?" After Angel Yan stood up, he looked at Zhang Heng in disbelief: "But, I feel like I have been in that dark place for hundreds of millions of years!"
Thank you: Lao Liudu must die for the 500 book coins.
Arrange your own reward of 100 book coins.
100 book coins as a reward for the paintings of the years.
(End of chapter)
