MTL - To Four Thousand Years Later-v5 Chapter 33 that's terrible

Of course, the memory system is not all a matter of character.

Professional dreamers, with the assistance of artificial intelligence (this is the key point), can keep memory integrity at 100% as long as they don't distract themselves, and consciousness impurities can also be reduced to less than 0.01%. With this ratio, there are basically very few memory boxes that awaken self-awareness. This means that it has to be recalled more than tens of millions of times before it is possible to wake up a little bit of self-awareness, at most it has the desire to survive. This is the technical gap between wild talents on the street and professional talents with professional background.

In this era, there is basically no such magical species as the "invisible master on the street". Because there is no assistance from professional plug-ins, whether there is a lot of money from experience, and whether there is guidance from a mentor, it is often possible to determine 100% whether a technician has real talent and learning. If you really found a beggar on the street or a pancake seller with special skills... don't doubt it, just call the police. He must have committed something to hide his name and fall to this point.

This is a time when talent can outweigh even crime. Changes in human history, there is no era like this era when human beings are truly aware of their own shortcomings and decide to move forward at all costs... Neither the gods in the sky nor the bugs on the ground can stop the will of mankind. The scorching hot, bright as gold will is ready for the entire process. The consciousness has been transcribed, and Norbert is in charge.

Changqing's gentle voice sounded: "The memory matrix has been deeply anesthetized. It is expected to wake up in 12 hours.

"Send her to the basement, find an empty room with a sound-absorbing carp, and turn on the signal blocking device.

Dr. Norbert wiped his right hand, and said casually: "How to deal with it, let's see her memory first...Give me the red box.

"The request has been received, Sir Norbert.

Chang Qing replied. Under the platform in front of Norbert, the slender mechanical bones folded and lifted. Handed a red wafer that was still a little hot to his hand.

"Okay, forty-two, remember the process?"

Dr. Norbert breathed a sigh of relief, and told the forty-two calm teachers next to him new knowledge: "With the help of Evergreen, making a memory box is not difficult at all."

"But I have absolutely no idea what it's like to operate.

"That's just a matter of experience. It's easy to handle. I'll ask the boss to entrust you with the relationship of the governor. I will transfer you a few death row prisoners from the No. 1 Prison. You can practice your skills... You are so smart, you will definitely learn it.

"how about you?"

Forty-two asked sharply.

Dr. Norbert chuckled: "I have other jobs... This kind of small job is very simple. With you here, naturally you don't need to look at me.

"So old man, are you going to retire?"

Forty = tilted his head and said softly.

Hearing this, Norbert coughed suddenly, and almost slipped his foot when he got off the stage: "Shit, I'm still young! I'm only...eight years old! I'm still on my way to four. I'm young and strong, It's still far away from retirement... You usually don't have much work, wouldn't it be good for young people to learn more?

Generally speaking, learning more is the prelude to working more.

Although this body is still in its infancy, the forty-two pairs have long been very familiar with this routine.

and also

- Norbert, forty years old.

Forty-two looked at the business card on Norbert's head, fell silent for a while, and didn't say much.

strictly speaking. You should actually be called Ben Wu.

Just like I am going to the second year this year. Forty-two thought calmly.

After getting Dorothea's memory box, they did not directly notify Chang Xi of the "traces of a virus". Because Boss Chang clearly remembered that the other party had indeed passed something into his neural network. But Boss Chang went to During the inspection, he couldn't find the virus. No matter what, Boss Chang was at a loss. The other party was so prepared that he even dared to pretend to be a federal government official, and even gave himself a full-body plastic surgery. A large-scale body transformation... The result is that the virus residue used can be cleared by the body's self-examination?

Could it really be such a waste virus?

Or, I haven't found out the real virus yet?

So just in case, Boss Chang decided to do it again

There is a device to read the memory box in this room itself. The doctor inserted Dorothea's red box, and a portrait quickly appeared on the large display screen that was half the height of a person.

yes. That was not what the "Executive Governor" they had seen. She has long flaxen hair and light blue pupils. The face is a little thin, and the years have left shallow marks on her face.

Seeing her appearance, Dr. Norbert was suddenly confused

...Wait, I seem to have a little impression of this person.

"Your acquaintance?" Forty-two asked. The doctor shook his head, "No... She seemed to be a well-known actress in the past. When I was in college, I seemed to have seen the movies she starred in...

Tentatively, the doctor asked, "Dorothea Lucas? Is that your name?"

"Yes, sir.

Hearing this, Dr. Norbert shrugged towards Forty-Two: "It's true.

"Will this cause any trouble?"

"Probably. But her memory box must still sell for a lot of money. Uncles in their forties must be able to afford the idols of their youth.

Dr. Norbert smiled: "To tell you the truth. I just thought for a moment, should I wait for her body to be raised for a few months, and then catch her to make a memory box after she recovers... This is called recyclable use .

...wouldn't she have a nervous breakdown? "

"Just now, because I was worried that she might be some kind of noble or expensive person, I didn't dare to kill her. At least two times of deep dissociation of consciousness, I can withdraw my memory and do mental therapy at the same time...

Speaking of this, Norbert touched his nose in embarrassment: "Well, don't take it seriously, forty-two. I was joking. This is illegal. You don't want to learn it.

I know it's illegal, but why do you sound so skilled. Forty-Two glanced at him.

Clearing his throat, Norbert raised his voice and asked: "Explain in detail your purpose of replacing the chief intelligence and entering the government building, and show the whole process.

"I did it to steal Adele Laird's memory box.

she answered immediately.

Following Dorothea's answer, the picture instantly changed to what it looked like when she stole the memory box.

She was staring at an old-time wooden model windmill. And on the top of the windmill, there are three things shining like white light.

Those were three memory boxes.

"Hey, buddy, it's exactly what you said before.

Norbert turned back to Forty-Two and asked curiously, "How did you know?" Forty-Two replied simply, simplifying the truth—and it was indeed the truth. The doctor shrugged: "Well, long live psionic power."

He raised his voice and continued to ask: "Explain to me why you stole Adele Laird's memory box." Dorothea's memory can answer the doctor's questions.

After twenty minutes of careful interrogation, Dr. Norbert roughly learned all the details of the other party, as well as the other party's suicide code-this is a setting to prevent people from being captured alive. As long as you say a pre-set password, you can be brain-dead immediately. So the recyclable method he thought of before should not work.

...I said, these little sisters are all fools, right? "

After Norbert asked clearly, he blurted out: "What kind of witch network is this... Is there any fundamental difference from ordinary Internet access except that there is no need to rest?"

And ah," Forty-two said flatly, "This is a local area network for them.

"Oh, that's terrible."

Norbert shrugged.