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"Leader, the limbs are moving normally."

"The back of the head is normal."

"The language area is normal."

"Reconstruction of the floor of the lateral ventricle was normal."

"The cerebrospinal fluid is normal."

"The soul on the chain has been downloaded, and device 0 can be awakened."

"yes."

S woke up from the dream, he opened his eyes and rolled over to get out of bed, the quilt behind him was automatically folded as if controlled by someone. He washed and put on his shirt, and his hair was unruffled. S put the pen in the breast pocket, and the finger wearing the ring slid in the air, and all the energy-consuming equipment in the room turned into a dormant state.

As a counselor, he received briefings on the actions of terrorist organizations in the past 10 years produced by the students of Huandu University. The number of actions of the organization named "Island" reached 221, and was highlighted by the students again and again. S slid his finger to open the air screen, and said "Thank you, the alliance." This sentence was quickly sent to the digital chips of all the research assistant students. These wrist-implanted chips are their mobile phones, student cards and office computers.

"The extremist group 'Island', born 22 years ago, has become the most terrifying terrorist organization in the world by cruelly destroying scientists in various fields of science and technology. It destroys the reality of civilization under the banner of protecting the earth. This is definitely not human The normal path of development. Someone has to stop the atrocities on the island."

S recalled his original intention of choosing to start all this. At that time, B, a teacher of the history of civilization at Huando University, was giving a speech on the stage——. "Sura and Asura, who symbolize yang and yin, justice and demons, stir the sea of ​​milk together. This is intriguing. Often in the creation of the world or a major turning point in civilization, positive and evil forces are intertwined and complicated, and they jointly push the wheel of history. It is difficult for people to It is right or wrong, but I have to admit that a new era has begun like this. And the creatures that fly out of the sea of ​​milk, some are upward, and some are degenerate."

"But when justice comes too late, when God temporarily closes his eyes, someone needs to stand up and resist violence. A peaceful heart cannot stop evil." B opened his arms, "Are there any brave young people willing to join us?"

S firmly raised his hand.

"Ding dong—"

The student card embedded in my wrist suddenly beeped. It's the way it reminds me when I get an email or when an assignment is due. I nodded, and a half-person-high screen popped up above my wrist, and my mentor B was on the screen. With a serious face, he asked me to rush to B22 quickly.

When I went out, a flock of crows came from the sky above the main road. The urban area of ​​Beijing cannot allow the birds to fly freely. But Phantom is different. In the territory of Huandu, no one is allowed to use flying devices. This is one of the last remaining pure places for wild birds.

Conference room B22 is a high-ceilinged building built underground, modeled after the Roman Apostolic Court. I also discovered that the moment I entered B22, the electronic screen on the outer layer rustled and the five protective locks closed. Counselor S, student D and other students are already there. I asked, "What about L?" L is the person with the highest programming achievement among our classmates, but he has always been unfriendly to me. I know, as a special agent, it would be a bit weak not to take the "future programming class".

In Teacher B’s class last week, when we discussed the ethics of science and technology, L once had a big fight with me in front of the whole class. Teacher B's mediation stimulated his nerves even more. L yelled at the whole class, "I don't understand what is the use of Huandu spending one-third of the science and technology education funds on civilization courses. There are so many people waiting for us to save , some people are taking other people's oxygen, food and water, and not even taking a programming class. She doesn't even want to take up arms for others."

When I was waiting for the elevator after class, L stopped me. I waved him in greeting. He turned his head to see that there was no one around, and walked over quickly and said to me. "Trust me, you hypocritical, cowardly woman with a Chinese face, you will die before all of us. It won't be too late. A moth without a sense of crisis. If you hold your Plato and believe in the afterlife, I hope you are reincarnated into Animals. And I, can't talk to people who can't program. I don't understand why you haven't been persuaded. Your survival is to consume other people's energy, and your ease is based on the resources bought by other people's flesh and blood. Remember Hold—" L turned his head and said word by word to me. "I hope you go to hell."

When I asked L why he didn't come, junior D smiled and didn't speak.

S said, "L's body was found downstairs in Building 42 20 minutes ago. According to the judgment of the school police, he died yesterday. The school affairs office called us to meet and collect evidence."

The campus police judged that L died of homicide.

It was only later that I learned that L fell to his death from the top floor of Building 42 in the northwest direction of the playground, and there were slight signs of fighting on the roof. The dormitory floors in Huandu are all high, and the bottom of the building is equipped with a thermal-sensitive fall protection cover. It stands to reason that no one should die from a high-altitude fall. But L was thrown from the highest floor of the 42nd floor, and at that moment, the safety cover failed.

Why did the safety cover fail so coincidentally at this moment? Who can do it? As a teaching assistant for a course, it is my task to investigate the thermal induction security system of the student apartment. S just handed over this job to me last week.

In a timely manner, I publicly disclosed to the campus police that this work belonged to me. I have a clear conscience and am not afraid to say something. After returning from B22, I watched the inspection records of the building security system for nearly a week under the company of S and lowered the surveillance, which was clearly intact.

So what's going on? Since it was intact, why did it fail at that time?

"There is one more thing today." S approached me and whispered. "D reported to the campus police that he suspected that you killed L, and he had evidence."

The air around me froze, and the coldness brought by the absurdity spread from the bottom of my heart to my fingertips in an instant. What evidence? What evidence is there of something I didn't do?

S cannot tell me what evidence D provided.

"Then why would I do such a thing?" I said.

"You may be much stronger than you imagine now." S said to me.

S tapped my forehead with his index finger, "'Alice'."

"I don't know that beaver, and I don't know what Alice is!" I yelled.

I don't know what Alice is. And the top priority is not the beaver with "Chen Fengxia" written on its peaked cap. It was D's murder charge against me. I quickly checked all the intersections I had with D in my head, and other than being in the same study group, our connection didn't seem... not much. I never had a conflict with him either. Why is he doing this to me? What does the sentence "I may be much stronger than I imagined" mean?

The only confrontation between me and D was also in class, in the political philosophy class.

As a result of rising sea levels, a large number of countries have completely lost their land territories. In addition to the development of ocean fleets and the establishment of urban civilization on top of it, land transfer transactions with other countries have also become natural. For example, Fiji bought a piece of land on the east coast of Australia before the country was completely submerged 50 years ago, and the whole country emigrated. For Fiji, which relies heavily on tourism to develop its economy, its industrial base is too weak in this era of technology domination. She desperately needs a piece of land to stand on.

Land, fleet, and energy have become the most popular words in diplomatic mediation occasions in this era. Taking refuge in a country with many lands and excellent marine technology is also one of the most suitable ideas when a small country stands in a team. Under the coordination of the United Nations, large countries with large areas of high-altitude land must provide a certain area of ​​land as environmental protection assistance for small countries whose land is submerged. D used to vehemently argue against this in our political philosophy class.

"If you have a track changer on a railroad and you see a train go downhill and take the life of a child standing on track A, you can snap off the switch and send the train to another track B where no one is standing .Everyone will do it because it is justice. But if there are 2 children standing on track A and 2 adults standing on the other side of track B. Would you still do it to make the train go to B? Probably, Because you want to protect the children. If there were two old men standing on track A and two strong young men in their prime of life and ambitions standing on track B, would you still do it?" D said fiercely to us at the time, "Most of the submerged small countries do not have scientific and technological strength. After saving, they just save their own lives and will not contribute to the human community. They are like old people who are dying. Decline is only a matter of time. Why change the track of the railway track, sacrifice the national interests that have the strength of science and technology, and already own the land area, to help them?"

"If you break the rail, the strong young man on rail B will not be killed by the train because of the special protective equipment, which means technology and resources, but will only be injured? Isn't this a choice that only one of the two must die? Ah." I said.

"In our hypothesis, we need to push the variables of each function to the extreme value. The existence of human beings is to exchange resources for life, and consuming resources is consuming life and consuming possibilities. And our resources are limited, and so are possibilities. Yes. The interests of others should be considered after properly protecting oneself. This is the decision that a mature country in the human community should make when it is responsible for both domestic and foreign residents. If some people are not allowed to If you die, everyone will die early." D replied.

Granted, we are different. But I didn't feel offended for a split second. Our educational background and knowledge structure are quite different, and differences of views are justified. I respect D's point of view, because he considers the gains and losses from the overall situation of human beings rather than personal interests, but I still insist on my own judgment. At that time, I noticed for the first time that D had grown a lot taller in the past few years. He was a head taller than me now, with sharp eyes under his thick eyebrows. I realized that I was staring at him, and soon, the sharpness in the eyebrows and eyes was fleeting. Junior D returned to his usual gentle and silent appearance.

why?

why?

"Do you think I killed it?" I suddenly asked S. S has known me for four years. I think S has at least a little bit of trust and understanding towards me.

S didn't answer my question directly, he said to show you some photos. In those photos, D stood in front of a red flag with many suns painted on it, and drew a cross with a black brush. Some photos are of him alone. In some photos, many people gathered around him. D's expression is determined and fanatical, like him at that moment, not like him normally.

When S and I came out of the monitoring room of the main building, it was already late at night. The lone moon hangs high. S suddenly held my hand, "No matter what, protect yourself." He shook my hand tightly.

I have something in my hand.

After returning to the room, I opened the compressed space plastic pocket in the palm of my hand. Two things dropped out of the key-sized pocket, out of proportion to its compressed volume: a miniature laser pistol and a small box.

I started thinking about the D thing. He will never report me for nothing, unless it is to cover up the truth. But I didn't see that he had any motive to kill L.

I repeatedly recalled the picture of the crossed sun flag I saw that S showed me, and drew it in my mind. I've searched various search engines for this pattern to no avail. There is only one user whose avatar is similar to this sun flag on the Huan Shadow intranet. It was a secret 3D app that required face registration.

I activated a one-time full-body digi-shield camouflage that I didn't run out of during my investigative work for the Confederate States. I deployed the data to look like a male classmate of mine, and successfully registered this app called rebel.

I entered the three-dimensional world and found myself in an exhibition hall. There are pictures of various patricide myths on the walls of the exhibition hall. There are also some violent graffiti, the graffiti reads, "hypocritical civilization, use people as experiments", "don't you have brains, pigs, they make you believe you believe it", "where is my memory?", " You, slave of the new era, still not standing up?"

Walking to the deepest part of the exhibition hall, I saw a man dressed as Oedipus preaching in front of the poster——

"Counselors control the biological data of all of us. Why should we give them the control over our bodies?" Oedipus beat his chest in grief and indignation like a drama, "They never let us think independently, I I don’t believe in humanity! I never believe in the humanity of using human beings as inferior creatures! Using the blood and sweat of slaves to build a prosperous organization, I will never be loyal!” Two lines of tears fell from Oedipus’ eyes.

"Country M and Country Y are developing the Duo mine in Antarctica. This is the hope of all mankind. This is the basis for the earth to further advance to other Odaily countries in the solar system. The 'islands' are raging, and many people are researching weapons against them, We are scouting their tracks for the whole planet. Why can't we put our ingenuity in such a place of real value? Why are all our ingenuity used to help the weakest countries in the world who are dying and thinking about creating in a difficult life? A little bit of land. And why can we only do research that is harmless to Phantom City and the great country behind it?" Oedipus jumped in front of the stage, picked up a brush, and crossed the red flag of the sun.

"They can lock me up once, lock me up twice, but that only reveals your fear. You take away our dominion over our labor, we take away our dominion over our minds, we take away our future, and you shut down our mouths Do you?" Oedipus splashed ink heavily on the brightly colored flag, "We will stand up! Brothers who suffer, we will, stand up!"

The screen suddenly trembled, and the image of Oedipus appeared in dots. After a while Oedipus was silenced. After a while Oedipus disappeared. I was forced to quit the app. I believe that all the users in the exhibition hall just now were forcibly logged out.

In a virtual reality app called Rebel, I smelled danger, a danger worthy of the death sentence.

It was this incident that made me thoroughly confirm that S is monitoring all of us—when the physiological hormone levels of my study group are abnormal, and when our mood swings are strong enough, all the data will be uploaded to his monitoring, such as Odi Puth - D. The English watch he habitually wore on his left hand was left on. This is the key to my instant recognition of him in the virtual reality app.

D knows that his physiological data is being monitored, and he tears and rages wantonly in the virtual reality app, which shows that their encryption method has been cracked by counselor S. Mediocrity.

In this way, the S that I get along day and night is the witness that I didn't kill L, isn't it? My emotions at this stage are very stable. Of course, if I could kill someone without changing my face, things would be different.

Why does he have to monitor us all the time?

I was reminded of my routine of having to go to the school hospital once a week. Why do schools and S have to keep track of my body data?

I touched my left chest, it beats all the time, maybe it is a time bomb, but I have long been used to it as my heart.

On Friday night, there was a small concert held by the Marine Department Student Union on the playground. The peaceful and joyful atmosphere has boys and girls dancing. The Department of Oceanography is one of the newly developed disciplines in Huandu, but it goes hand in hand with brain-computer computing, making Huandu one of the best in the research level of universities around the world. The students in the Department of Oceanography are smart and adventurous, and they always leave a good impression on me.

I'm not imprisoned, which means I'm not yet considered a murderer. If no one is watching me.

But eyes can be everywhere, eyes can be on my left wrist, in my body.

The students running on the playground are no different. But in my eyes, this campus is peaceful on the surface, but the undercurrent is turbulent inside.

It was windy, and a hooded boy ran past me. His arm was shining with bright blue lights. This recorder is also his physical health steward. After uploading to an unknown server for analysis, it will give advice on his running speed and movements in real time.

It's getting colder, the relaxation is over, it's time for me to go back to my room

At this time, I saw D walking towards me from a distance.

I turned my head indiscriminately, pretending to be looking at a decorative painting of the marine system. At the same time, I put my hand in my pocket, there is the miniature pistol S gave me. Unexpectedly, I have always hated direct and brutal technological force, and I would use it for self-defense today.

"I have something to tell you." D walked straight to me quickly.

I turned my head to look at him in confusion, "Then let's talk about it here." I didn't move a bit.

"Do you believe in God?" D asked.

Oedipus frantically crossed the red flag in my mind.

"I believe that there is a power of morality in the dark. This power may be superior to human beings. As for whether it is a god, or whether it can be called a god, I don't know." I replied.

"I believe in the true God. But I don't believe in the sun and the father. I don't believe in false gods."

I asked, "Then who are the sun and the false gods?"

D sneered, "The whole school, only you and me and eleven people including L, the so-called 'study group' have been implanted with a chip controlled by S. Why is the chip implanted? Who is S? Among us only You just don't care about it and concentrate on being your father's good daughter."

"I don't understand what you mean."

My calm face seemed to irritate D. He suddenly stepped forward and grabbed my shoulders tightly, and roared in a suppressed voice, "You never thought about who you are, right? Why doesn't one of the eleven of us have any memory before college. I only remember the names of my family members, but Can't remember anything that happened with them. Have you ever asked yourself why you can remember all the information? Why do you have to go to the school hospital for a brain exam every week? Why after each exam, you either forget What, or remembered something again. Have you ever asked who you are?" D's eyebrows were tightened, and anger and grief seemed to be coming out. "If you don't know how to program, have you ever asked yourself, are you a complete human being, not someone else's experiment?"

"What are you talking about?" I yelled back at D, pushing him away. "are you crazy."

"Father, Sun, this is the scariest thing in this world. S is the scariest person in the world. We...we are just lackeys of Father and Sun. We use our talents to do things for Father and Sun. We are not at all' Existing, we are arbitrarily smeared."

D put a card in front of my eyes, it was a participation card, and there was a face exactly like mine on the photo. In 2095, that is, 22 years ago, the simultaneous interpretation work permit of the 43rd United Nations Climate Change Conference. The Name column says it's not my name, but Song Weiwei.

My heartstrings tightened, and a strange emotion rippled away. That work permit felt too real to me. And when I flipped the ID card over, I found a blue beaver sticker with a big smile on the back.

Like the first crack of the Antarctic ice surface, the water under the ice and snow was exposed.

But it’s impossible, my name is T, I’m 22 years old, and I’m a fourth-year student at Fandu University. I was just born 22 years ago.

"I once saw them use a machine to repair the brain of one of us. After that, he forgot what happened yesterday. That's why we have to go to the school hospital every week, isn't it?" D continued said to me.

My head suddenly hurt so much, I broke away from him, closed my eyes and thought about it.

I was born in the north and my mother was a teacher...but everything else...I'm really not sure. Every frame I recalled was related to S.

When my sight gradually became clear, I felt cold all over my body and mind. What I see is the green grass of the technological age. They are always green and lovely, but today's severe cold makes them brighter than usual. There is something shiny on the blade of grass.

No, those bright things are tiny transparent particles. Not even the particles that Teacher B would use to check for nuclear contamination. Much denser than that.

Time stood still for a moment. Until D suddenly said to me in a panic, "Look quickly, why there are so many people wearing hoods on the playground all of a sudden."

When I looked up, I found that there were many more people running with hoods on the runway. Another gust of wind blows head-on, and the hood of a runner to my right is blown back at an angle, and I get a glimpse of his face under the hood. He had a face of an alien race that I had never seen before. His face was morbidly pale, very thin, with extremely prominent features, and his pupils were icy blue, staring straight ahead. He has no hair, and his lips are slightly purple. One corner of his mouth curled up in a weird and cruel smile.

Suddenly popped into my mind was the fact that 22 years ago, "Island" bombed the venue of the government meeting of the 43rd United Nations Climate Change Conference with missiles. The explosion killed 46 important officials and 218 delegates. A harvest massacre of albino people was staged at the venue, and there are horrific descriptions in folk forums from various countries. I have a sense of foreboding.

Suddenly someone shouted, "Everyone, run!"

The earth was only dark for a moment. The next second was a sky-high red light. All the people wearing hoods suddenly took off their hats, revealing faces of alien races that were quite similar to each other. They held up burning torches, and the weird smiles on those pale faces became bigger, arrogant and wanton. At the same time, those countless bright spots on the lawn suddenly turned into clusters of flames, and a big fire broke out. Materials that Ocean Tether had left for a concert in the middle of the playground disappeared in an instant. At the same time, sharp gunshots pierced the silence, followed by miserable wailing. These hooded men opened the small mecha shields together and started massacring other students on the playground. The students from the ocean department twisted and collapsed almost instantly, without any time to resist. The blood of my classmates sprayed in front of me like a waterfall and fell on the grass.

In the next second, there was a loud bang, and the No. 30 building in front of me collapsed in half, as if it had been cut off. The high-decibel screams of the people in the building are no less than the cracking of stone bricks.

This is an attack method that I haven't seen before, like an extremely folded light. Half of the light on the playground disappeared as if someone had lowered the insulation board, and the light on the other half of the playground became twice as bright. Then, in the area that has become twice as bright, it is cut in half again, and the light in a quarter of the playground disappears completely, and the light in the other quarter of the playground becomes two or four times. Then the cycle repeats. Until it formed a huge and extremely bright light ball, and then exploded to release huge heat and kinetic energy. The whole process takes about 3 seconds. As a result, the space in front of you flashes between the darkest and the brightest, making it impossible for people to escape.

The earth shakes and the mountains shake.

D and I ran desperately toward the main road, only to see a man in a black hood take over the patrol car of the campus police. I dragged D and hid in the bushes.

"Father...the fathers are furious. They are slaughtering and cleaning." D muttered to himself. "The obedient ones stay, and the disobedient ones cancel. Hahahahaha" D started laughing wildly. Buildings collapsed and sirens blared like thunder. In the flash of skylight, D seemed to lose his mind.

His laughter became more and more sharp, I slapped him, "Calm down! Now is not the time to talk about this, live first, and live to have hope, okay?"

D's eyes are nothing but confusion.

The sky-high fire was burning fiercely, and all the eyes could see were the red of flames and blood. I ducked to avoid stray bullets and blast fragments.

Today's Gento is entrusted by the Allies to cultivate strategically important talents. The attack on such an institution is a political thing, and it is a war against the alliance! This is not a simple terrorist act, there must be a strict organization and layout behind it, and what happens next will only be more terrifying.

Is it made by "island"?

Does the principal know about this?

Or, is the principal the one trying to stop this from happening?

I'm going to the main building. The main building is the school office area and also the storage place for all the core data in the school. I was one of the very few people on the playground who didn't die or get seriously injured. Under the attack of such weapons of mass destruction, the sleeping dormitory building will only be completely wiped out. I succeeded in rushing to the main building, which may be like a mantis' arm, but I can't let the data go by, and I can't let the data go by the island. I opened his armor for D. After running forward, suddenly a small bomb hit the hydrogen car parking lot of Building 32 not far away. The airflow of the explosion wave lifted me up like an invisible huge wave within a few seconds, and then there was a loud noise. My mask was split in the air, and the skin was also cut with blood. During the time I was suspended in the air, I even saw those blood beads floating in the air. By the time I tumbled and landed on the broken metal gym equipment, the air pressure was almost deaf to my ears.

I saw mechs soaring on the playground. A group of Magic City administrators just rushed over. The reverse aerodynamic force supporting their flight and high altitude blown away the objects that were not of sufficient quality on the playground. The skeletons of those aircraft opened like a A small pterosaur. The friction sound of bullets and machine shields came and went. The heat released by the energy consumption of the 100-person aircraft and the burning fire raised the temperature of the playground a lot.

I saw S. Great...he's still alive. He appeared so fast, the school was unprepared, right?

And D's remarks swept through my mind like a haze. But so what? At this moment, I just hope that everyone can live.

S's data receiver received the message, and he seemed to have noticed something, put up the protective cover, and started looking for a figure.

There was another explosion in front of me, and a series of explosions occurred in the foreign guest apartment in the distance. Flying rocks criss-crossed, and a large amount of rubble rolled towards the playground.

It was too late, and suddenly a large piece of wreckage from the wing slammed over. As the shadow got closer, I hugged my head and closed my eyes tightly.

There was a loud "bang", my head was hit by the broken wing, and after a while of spinning, I rolled forward a few meters. Time seemed to go blank for a few seconds, and when I regained consciousness, I touched the right side of my head, then looked at my right hand, and it was all blood. And I'm still alive.

For some reason, S leaned on me, and the red liquid rolled down from his chest, penetrated through his coat, and seeped into my clothes. The wreckage of the wing was held back by his own flying wing frame in a mortifying position, but the piece of steel plate went straight into his back. His arms are upright, keeping the plate away from where my heart is. I could see the wound where he was pierced by the steel plate, the subcutaneous tissue was turned out, and the blood flowed like a column.

With this amount of blood loss, he won't live long.

I suddenly had a splitting headache. But the pain in the heart is worse than the wound in the head. I never knew that the human heart can have such a mechanical sense of fragmentation. I can hardly breathe.

At this time, S actually smiled. S seems to be saying something to me. But I couldn't hear anything, I kept shaking my head and tears poured out in this cold night.

"You are stronger than you imagined." S said silently, "Although this time, I hope you can remember me." But I couldn't hear it. "Run to the main building, run forward, run forward."

I understood what he said about running to the main building, and I took out the laser gun he gave me from my waist, got up and ran.

Behind me, is S to protect my dead body. But today, who can survive?

I didn't look back. I'm just running as fast as I can. I ran so fast that I lost feeling in my limbs. I glanced obliquely in front of the old building No. 12. Other students in the group were stabbed in rows by foreigners' knives in the garden downstairs, and fell on the blooming winter peony. My heart throbbed, but it was not as hot as the scorching cut of S's blood dripping on my body just now. I still didn't look back, I just kept running, tears all over my face. I ran forward until a growing white light appeared in front of me.

The white light in front of my eyes is too bright. I'm so tired, it's like a long but very real dream. But the pain in the heart and the pain in the limbs are so intense. My face was wet and cold, with real tears hanging down.

Faintly, I heard someone say——

"Leader, the limbs are moving normally."

"The back of the head is normal."

"The language area is normal."

"Reconstruction of the floor of the lateral ventricle was normal."

"The cerebrospinal fluid is normal."

"The soul on the chain is downloading, and device 0 can wake up in 10 minutes."

"yes."

I slowly opened my eyes, this is a white world, the ceiling and the ground are white. I looked under my feet and saw a huge transparent nutrition dish suspended above the ground. I have never seen it. A man stood in the dish, and the nutrient solution was injected into his body through dense ducts. I also saw that his wounds from his chest to his lower abdomen were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, first in the bones, then in the subcutaneous tissue, and finally on the surface of the skin. The man's complexion gradually changed from death's blue and white to rosy, and his head slowly lifted up.

A strange emotion gripped the heart. Although it has been paved under the inspiration of D, I still can't believe it.

People who come and go wear special white protective gear that will not be infected with bacteria. Someone picked up the mechanical spray head and repaired the wound on S's chest.

Under that wound, I clearly saw the light that can only be broken by mechanical friction. The human body cannot accept this intensity of stimulation, and will not need this kind of treatment.

In front of me on the right stood some other transparent containers, but they were smaller than the one holding S. Those containers contained the corpses of other students. I did not find D's face.

My teacher B said, "Obviously, No. 0 did not pass the military graduation examination of Huadu University as a special affairs talent. However, she passed the test that is more important to her." B pushed his glasses, showing pride smile. "In all kinds of tests, she didn't have the slightest hurtful instinct."

B said to the superior in the video call, "At first we could not confirm whether the use of the human body material involved in the 'island' incident was correct or not. But now, we confirm that the No. 0 device code-named T has nothing to do with the 'island', whether it is belief or Both are at the level of equipment technology. We also confirmed that No. 0 is a stable reverse cyborg. We conducted a risk assessment on the fact that No. 0 device had to be used to store Professor Sean’s academic achievements 15 years ago and determined that this matter would not It poses a threat to human safety. Number 0 and more number 0 will become the ideal biological code body for the 'cyber night ride'."

After B hung up the phone, he walked towards me, and I quickly closed my eyes.

"How is she recovering?" Teacher B's voice sounded, and he asked flatly.

"Report to the team leader, the consciousness construction is gradually complete, and the memory restoration has not been checked yet." A person replied.

"In this life, she has been exposed to 117 discussions on topics she is familiar with, involving politics, public management, social ethics, etc. Compared with the morphemes and content of sentence construction, the matching degree with the original database has reached more than 99.99%, and there is no alienation. In the last week, she The scene stimuli I have received include alien massacres and the death of colleagues. The temperament is gentle and stable, calm and decisive, and the human nature is highly inclined to tolerance and kindness, without hurting others. The human emotional structure is complete and rich, with trust, bravery, fear, hope, and knowledge love in the stage of exploration and enlightenment. After No. 4 suggested the identity of the anti-cyborg, No. 0 still chooses the positive side and believes in human beings.”

B smiled, "Love in the enlightenment stage?... No. 0 is indeed the soul closest to the 'human', even if other samples of the same period basically failed, this is also a breakthrough! In the future, we will cultivate more and more Absolutely loyal, absolutely excellent, and unbiased Alliance fighters. Draft the report now and contact the internal media at the same time. When the dust settles, you can all take your annual leave to rest."

"Yes, team leader!"

"The unnecessary information in this part of No. 0's memory can be cleaned, including No. 4 D's hints about her artificial identity and some irrelevant emotions. When No. 0 is awakened next time, let her graduate normally. Arrange the plot to guide her to serve as the Allied Powers. Engaged in public affairs research, so as to maximize the knowledge that Professor Xiao En left in the neural network. She doesn't have to know her identity for the rest of her life, but she is kept under surveillance at all times."

"You look happy." S's voice sounded. He is gradually approaching B.

I squinted and vaguely saw that he was not wearing a white shirt, but a blue military uniform. The ears of wheat on his shoulders show his rank, and the badge on his chest looks like flying waves, which is one of the symbols of the Allied Powers. Then I close my eyes, and at the same time control my eye movement, calm down and breathe slowly.

I hear B chuckle. "Welcome back, again. Most of this is due to you. You made a decisive decision and took the best opportunity to complete the test on No. 0. Wait for Max's reward."

"L was definitely killed by the 'Island' organization. On the list collected, 'Island' listed me and him as one of the sixth batch of reserve technology talents to be eliminated. The island killed the magic capital ocean department A part of the academy. However, those transferred under the protection of us and Beijing were spared. D’s program had a self-doubt loophole, and at the same time it became one of the targets of the Allies’ espionage development, and it has been eliminated. D reported to the campus police that I was , because he thought I was in control of thermal security. After learning that I transferred the system detection to T, he transferred it to T out of self-protection. The failure of No. 4 D and the pessimistic world-weariness of the experimental ontology are related to the reactionary tendency. He hates authority, and also hates Controlled." S said. "The survivors of the 'Island' organization are being held in Contract Prison No. 7, and you can go for interrogation at any time."

"Island"...it really is "island".

And D hates being controlled. Could it be that in their hearts, I, who is also a so-called "anti-cyborg", is an unconscious lamb? Am I an underestimated sample who thinks it's easily manageable? I sneered in my heart. But be careful to control your mood swings so that your brain waves don't fluctuate abnormally.

"Except for the bombing of the COP43 government meeting 22 years ago, the massacre of Fandu and several other campuses this time is already the worst action of 'Island'." S thoughtfully.

"Yeah, so much has changed after 2095. Even war has become a game of information technology power in virtual reality. By the way, Linda, I was shot twice in the shoulder, it hurts, please help me fix it Just a moment." B's voice moved further away. Immediately afterwards, I heard another sound of friction between machinery and machinery, and I could imagine the scene of the sparks bursting even with my eyes closed.

S approached my direction, and his footsteps got closer and closer to me, and gradually slowed down. He stood before me.

When I was in college, I watched a movie called "The Truman Show" many years ago. The hero has his own life, a wife, a family, a job, and real happiness and sorrow. Suddenly one day he discovered that everything in his life was false. His wife and children were actors, and even the passers-by reading newspapers he met on the street were specially arranged group performances. He lives in a variety show broadcast to others. A fake crystal ball full of details. He is a dancing doll in a crystal ball. And I didn't understand who I am until today, and it seems that it is also from today that I understand who I am not, and I can't be who I am.

Suddenly I wasn't "human" anymore. I am no longer one of the people I have sworn to protect. I became one: "Heterogeneous". Those living "people" around me who have established social relationships and emotional connections with me are all created and reincarnated. These people, whom I trusted, are constantly replaying and creating my grief and pain, just to get experimental results from me in the form of data. My memory can be tampered with at will. I haven't been there. As long as no one remembers, I never existed. So do I really have a soul?

My body didn't tremble when I knew S was standing in front of me. He's such a good actor. He is more "human" than "human" in his scenes of friendship, true love, and sacrifice. Like Naga and Lotus codes, technology can also define human emotions into program objects. Are emotions just code? Why is my heart shaking like a sieve right now.

Perhaps every time I passed such a task level in the past, I woke up in such a mood. Memories of these events have been wiped.

S wiped away the previous tear stains on my face with his hands very gently.

"Crying so hard again." He said in a low voice.

What a cruel person...

"It's not for you to protect yourself."

My heart suddenly trembled uncontrollably, my nose turned sour, and new hot tears gushed out of my eyes, directly hitting S's cold fingers.

The sudden warmth from the back of the index finger made S pause.

S narrowed his eyes quickly and vigilantly, and carefully looked around the treatment equipment on the hospital bed. There are no medical staff around the beds. The person on duty just left. He checked the needle, and everything was fine, except that the anesthetic hanging from the top of the bed was empty.

S tapped the ring-wearing finger on the railing of the hospital bed twice, as if thinking about it, and then made a decision.

"She was deeply traumatized this time, let her sleep for a while longer." S said to B in the distance.

At the same time, new medicine was injected into the anesthesia bottle out of thin air. "More rest is good for the repair of the brain." S said softly.

His words were like a lullaby, and the new anesthetic took effect, and my consciousness gradually became blurred.

At this time, the white sheet was put down, and S squeezed my hand tightly. I could still feel the strength while I was under anesthesia. He must have used a lot of strength.

Something seemed to appear in my palm again. It's the same way as our secret handover on the playground last time. But I'm falling asleep again. Falling asleep this time will be different from previous times.

Pella, a new city in eastern Australia, is a rising ecological city, and every citizen keeps the concept of environmental protection in mind. The World Congress Center building in Pella is built entirely of recycled materials, and the Peace Square in front of it has an antique style of its own. Ancient means naive and pure. All the soil used in the square came from a hundred years ago, and it still has strong vitality and planting ability. This alone makes many countries envious and powerless. This is where the current capital of Fiji is located. Today, dozens of national flags of different countries are hung high on the Peace Square in Pella.

A public flight cleared the venue within a five-kilometer radius of the World Congress Center. The intensity of security checks in the World Congress Center area has tripled. On the secret basement level of the building, the summit meeting of the Allied Powers was in progress.

Beijing's special chief, Ms. Lin, attended the 29th Allied Summit as an observer rather than a member. She was sitting next to Wallace.M, the president of country K, who was then the rotating chairman. Wallace and Ms. Lin are the principal and sub-principal respectively.

The long conference table was filled with the heads of state of the Allied Powers. UN Security Council observer Pace also attended the meeting, but sat at the end of the long table. The fourth seat at the conference table is Max, the commander-in-chief of the Allied Air Forces.

B entered the venue after facial recognition. His authority was not sufficient to enter the conference hall. He stood at the entrance of the hall, together with senior military attaches and secretaries from other countries, and listened to part of the conversation inside the venue with invisible headphones. Such headphones will keep the audio medium near their ears within the operating range of the central control room, so that some content that needs to be kept secret from them in the meeting cannot be conveyed to their ears.

"First of all, on behalf of the chairman, I would like to thank the allies for protecting our country's reserve of scientific and technological talents for the top-secret information intercepted by the allies. Without this information, we will lose most of the young talents in the ocean field and anti-cyborg information technology fields. They are our hope and fire. It is the allies My friends helped us continue the fire of civilization." Ms. Lin said.

Next, Ms. Lin exchanged information on the military deployment of the Allies with the Allies. This part of the signal is blocked and B cannot hear it. After the military content, the voice came from B's left ear again.

"Artificial intelligence has brought great changes to our lives. Especially in national defense. We first experimented with highly intelligent neural networks in the transformation of human life, making carbon-based the most suitable container for the 'code soul', and achieved The supporting artificial body strengthening project was also covered. The first batch of experimental volunteers came from the young elites of both of us. They were brave, kind and not afraid to sacrifice for mankind. The first batch of 22 volunteers successfully entered the There are eight people in the anti-cyborg world, and each of them is a world citizen who has already surpassed the narrow nationality restrictions. They live and fight for the justice of mankind. Among them, S, code-named 12, and Bran, code-named 7 , undertook a very important task in this operation called Red Sun, and preserved our strength as much as possible in the extremely dangerous situation. I have my own work, responsibilities and missions, but I am also a mother. Two children. Countless children from Fandu University and other institutions who survived the catastrophe are the pride of their respective families. On behalf of myself, my country, and hundreds of parents, I would like to express my gratitude to S and Thank you, Bran." Girl Lin said emotionally.

There was thunderous applause.

I woke up, holding a compressed space capsule in my palm. I closed my eyes and judged from the sound of footsteps that there was a nurse on my left and on my right. The staff on the left go out every half hour, and the staff on the right eat outside this room for 10 minutes at noon. Those ten minutes of overlap, if my anesthesia happened to wear off again, would be the only time I would be able to move freely. A country where people and data violate each other's dignity. Mine, The Truman World.

Suddenly the staff to my right was called away to listen to the telecast meeting.

The busy movement stopped. There are short device switching sounds one after another. Most of the equipment that runs this ward has been changed from operational to automatic.

The staff member to my left did not leave, he may be on duty. But in 5 minutes, he will go out for routine disinfection. I counted in my head, 1,2,3,4,5...112,113,114...278,279. When he counted to 278, he put down his healing machine and turned off the button in the center of the room. Finally, the short device sound sounded. His work equipment also switched to an unmanned state.

I paused for 3 seconds, convinced that everything was silent. Then I opened my eyes.

I have about 60 humanoid healing vessels in front of me that hold the coded reality of humans entering endless cycles. There are three larger treatment cabins near my hospital bed, and the middle one is used to treat S.

The strange thing is that my treatment equipment is more sophisticated than S's treatment cabin, but I even use the most basic anesthesia for anesthesia. It seemed like my body function and fitness was decades behind everyone else.

I moved my hands and feet, after all, I might run for my life after a while. I spread out the palm of my left hand, and there was indeed another compressed space capsule there. Because of the anesthesia, I wasn't awake enough during this period, and I didn't have time to think about the deep reason why S would give me a pistol in the last trial. But I trust him. Whether he believes me or not. But what else can I do? In front of me is the gate of death, and I have no second way. Between pessimism and optimism, I chose optimism again. Perhaps, as B said, I have "love in the enlightenment stage", which is the root of many human beings' blindness and impulsiveness.

I opened the capsule and there was a passport inside, zero exit records. There is also a Starlight Global Transportation Gold Card. With this card and passport, I can immediately leave the country I am in. There is also a postcard featuring the Fiji flag and landscape. The postcard reads, "I am in Germany, everything is fine. It is obviously a meeting in Fiji, but it has to be held in this cold country. I have to get up early every day to attend the Chinese side and I will be very tired. You also have to take care of your health."

The inscription on the postcard is Song Weiwei, November 18, 2095.

"Of course, this is not all the contributions of S and Bran. Together with the allies, we have carried out the construction and shaping of the first self-reversing cyborg. This obviously has great trans-epochal significance. This is not a restoration of the human body , but the double reconstruction of body and consciousness under the information technology. She came back to life more than 20 years ago, carrying all the character characteristics of her previous life, and can start a new life again. The knowledge she acquired is 100% retained, Experiments have proved that it is extremely difficult to reconstruct the memory of the events she has experienced, and it is impossible to break through for the time being, and her body functions have all stagnated in the human form more than 20 years ago, but her birth is still very important to us. It is the beginning of a new era. We did not lag behind the 'Island' organization and the Allies to master this technology first. The warm sun of peace still envelopes the earth. All of this is inseparable from the efforts of S and Bran."

B is listening to Ms. Lin's speech carefully. Suddenly his right ear picked up a signal from the basement of the Confederate secret laboratory.

"Report...report to the team leader. Device No. 0, she, she, her... Device No. 0, she disappeared!"

The strings in B's brain tightened. At the same time, a syringe silently reached his lower left abdomen.

His colleague and good brother S is looking at him with a smile on his face. S's left hand holds B tightly, and this action is not unusual. All our Confederate colleagues here know that the two of them are brothers. However, under B's suit jacket, S's fingertips caught a tiny needle, and pressed against his body through the torn shirt. With a little force, it would be injected into his body.

A specialized potion used to make a person unconscious but keep their limbs alive.

In B's left ear, Ms. Lin is still talking about B and S's awards. Politicians from various countries in the Allied countries have reconsidered this keynote speech. For all their problems, it was a huge victory for Beijing and the alliance that the technology was born before the 'dao' group, they said. They cherish it very much and look forward to further cooperation in the future. B's right ear is the panicked report of the laboratory basement staff——the No. 0 device somehow obtained an isolation medium that shields energy transmission, and the spread of this gas caused the laboratory to have a five-minute major power outage. When they resumed tracking of No. 0 device, they found that she was already on the Starlight train to Xindu, and it was too late to arrest her.

"Although her nationality in the legal sense still belongs to us, she is the daughter of all our partner countries and all mankind." Ms. Lin said softly but firmly, and she raised her voice to end the speech. "Even if the consciousness information base is not complete, the war against cyborg is still full of challenges, but she will also witness the blooming of our friendship and the blooming of the earth's peace!"

Ms. Lin's speech seemed to have inadvertently emphasized the nationality of the No. 0 device, but it directed the focus of the rhetoric to the partnership agreement between Beijing and the alliance to share resources. This was affirmed by many leaders of the alliance and met their negotiation expectations.

What's more, for B, he can't report at all now.

"From today onwards, she will only be an ordinary girl living in Xindu. She will play her own unique role at critical moments. This is what Ms. Lin means and what Wallace means." S said to B calmly. After a while, the syringe held by S's left hand leaves B's body. S and B's left earphones are muted again, apparently the Confederate summit has moved on to the next main board. During the next main board discussion for at least two hours, B will not have another chance to speak to Max. At this moment, device No. 0 will also officially return to the country. If she has a chance in the future, she may have her own Chinese name, just like thousands of 22-year-old girls.

At this moment, she is sitting on the Xingshan train that will arrive in Xindu within half an hour, with confusion in her heart, but also a firmness that is being built. At this moment, she began a real new life. She thought tremblingly, is this life itself? Or is it about to be another virtual reality game level. But she still wants to choose what she believes in her heart.

She was holding a note with six words written by S, "Wait for me. Hurry up. Don't be afraid."

She doesn't believe in God, she chooses to believe in humanity. Her story has only just begun.

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In December 2118, Ms. Lin's work report - incomplete version

top secret

special office of foreign affairs

In 2095, country M discovered the Tuo Mine in Antarctica and withdrew from the "Beijing Agreement"—0x1398023zd234sf...

In 2095, the reverse cyborg technology for The Chain is still in the experimental stage, and the core algorithm is in the hands of our country.

In early November 2095, I participated in the 43rd UN Climate Change Conference as the administrative secretary of Ambassador Gan. He also accompanied Ambassador Gan to attend the secret meeting with then Vice President Kerr of Country M. Cole said that country M attaches great importance to the reverse cyborg breakthrough experiment and looks forward to participating in it. At the same time, country M is willing to open up some Antarctic mineral resource highlands and mining patents. ——0x3sd9rfs213rcfasd——

The next day, Ambassador Gan reported to the domestic 0x23sdfgwefxdv124sdgf for approval——.

At 8:30 am on November 15, 2095, the entire delegation arrived at the venue. At 9 o'clock, our side officially entered the negotiation hall, and at the same time, the field personnel received a warning from country M that there would be an "inescapable and devastating" terrorist attack before 9:20 after intercepting information from country M. ——0xw34rvsd9an——Ambassador Gan Qingzhi made a prompt decision and made a decision of agreement.

At 11 am on November 15, 2095, missiles struck.

At 12:30 noon on November 15, 2095, the anti-cyborgs "formatted" and cleared the field after the missile attack. It was the most terrifying scene I have ever seen...

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Regarding the cause of the birth of the world's first anti-cyber agent, the above is the whole content.

to be continued

to be continued