Information Highway

"You have a younger sister?"

Early in the morning, when the senior engineer brought out two lumps of nutritious paste and scrambled eggs, he suddenly said...

"Sister?" Gao Yuanyuan, who was hanging clothes to dry, turned her head in confusion. "I don't have a sister."

"Oh, I see."

"Why do I need a younger sister?"

Gao Yuanyuan tilted her head, her long black hair swaying slightly, her large, Sadako-like eyes staring intently at Engineer Gao. With the television behind her, Engineer Gao tensed up, but on the surface, he smiled brightly.

"I think it would be more lively if there was one more person in our family."

Our family—

Gao Yuanyuan's face flushed red instantly. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at Engineer Gao and whispered, "Don't talk nonsense."

That's strange, where did that sense of danger just now come from?

"Second personality, split consciousness, memories of life?"

After seeing Gao Yuanyuan off, Gao Gong muttered to himself that he had secretly checked his adopted sister's attributes when she opened the door, but he didn't find any negative statuses. Instead, his attributes and skill list surprised him.

Name: Gao Yuanyuan

Race: Primal Human

Occupation: None

Personal Attributes: Strength 3, Agility 3, Endurance 2, Intelligence 26, Perception 35, Character 15

Professional knowledge: Virtual information security level 4, Cyber programming language level 6, Neural communication technology level 4

Isn't your intelligence and perception a bit exaggerated?

Also, is this welfare home a programmer training center?

These three pieces of knowledge belong to a professional knowledge chain called "neuro-editing technology".

This knowledge chain is also a shared knowledge chain between neural editors and Cyber Hacker.

Thinking about that "visual imaging device," this welfare home seems to be more than just a simple facility.

"This is really interesting. Ordinary missions are fine, but if it's a mission related to the 'professional knowledge chain,' I definitely have to check it out."

After cancelling all morning appointments and hanging a sign at the door saying it was temporarily closed, the senior engineer finally managed to find the network access warehouse.

The Asuka 4 is the most advanced access module on the market. It looks like a motorcycle helmet with thickened ear flaps that resemble bird feathers. When you put it on, a line of text automatically appears in front of your eyes.

Should a brain implant be performed?

Does it have a built-in implantation function?

I decisively clicked "no".

Do not use the network access module without undergoing brain implantation. Our company will not be responsible for any consequences arising from such actions!

The senior engineer pursed his lips and decisively turned on the switch.

The next moment, the surrounding scenery disappeared, replaced by electronic rain.

Electronic rain composed of characters, numbers, and codes.

The rain was torrential, instantly submerging the soles of our feet.

The senior engineer gazed at the raindrops, and the digital raindrops began to combine, turning into a rain curtain. Each rain curtain transformed into a fragment of memory.

The senior engineer stretched out his hand, which transformed into a giant tentacle in the rain. As the mental node lit up, the rainwater was controlled by him and condensed into a large sphere. As the water sphere rotated, memories began to flash by, including scenes of sweeping across galaxies in his previous life, as well as battles, subservience, and daily life in this life.

As the speed increased, with a "bang," the water sphere exploded, turning back into a jumbled mess of numbers.

"As expected, psychic abilities alone cannot force programming."

The senior engineer shut down the access chamber and took off the helmet. He felt a sharp pain in his head and rubbed his ears, which actually produced a little blood.

I glanced at the system panel and saw a bunch of "mental abnormality judgments". If my willpower wasn't over 200 points, the judgments would almost certainly succeed. And if they did succeed, the worst outcome would be "schizophrenia".

With a single thought, flesh and blood became transparent, and the damage to the eardrum, the burst capillaries, and the violently throbbing nerves all began to recover.

To become a "Cyber Hacker" without equipping an access pod, one must seek out the big data monster, "Electronic Enlightenment."

In the senior engineer's memory, these big data monsters above level 60 were all quite difficult to talk to.

The only one who's easy to talk to, but doesn't talk to strangers.

However, the senior engineer knew of one thing that could win the other party's favor.

"Let's try connecting to the internet first. I wonder how strict the security guards are at this time."

The cybersecurity guards, also known as the Blackwing assassins, are mortal enemies of these big data monsters. If they happen to be caught in a cleanup campaign, those "big data monsters" won't even show their faces.

The senior engineer needs to first determine whether the cyber network is currently under strict crackdown.

If a network access pod cannot be used, then ordinary people who want to access the cyber network will have to use a 'networked device'.

This "networked device" is somewhat like a cipher machine from World War II, with a small screen in front and a series of incomprehensible symbols and numbers below it, which makes a "beep beep beep" sound when pressed.

With the large headphones hanging on his head, the senior engineer turned on the 'cipher machine'.

A series of symbols that looked like gibberish appeared on the small black screen.

The senior engineer found the same metal keys and pressed them one by one. With each key pressed, a garbled symbol disappeared.

After one line of symbols disappeared, another line of garbled symbols automatically appeared.

The only sound in the room was the clanging of metal.

Gradually, a trace of fatigue emerged from my heart, and it felt as if hot mercury was flowing from my temples.

The mercury flowed onto the ground, gradually corroding a large hole in it.

The next moment, a feeling of weightlessness came over him, and the senior engineer's back suddenly tilted back as he fell into an ocean of data. His senses of sight, smell, taste, touch, and hearing all melted into the seawater.

"Have you entered the deep web layer?"

At this level, all human senses will be broken down into analog data and integrated into the cyber network.

It felt incredibly comfortable, as if my spirit was extending without limits, completely merging into some kind of beautiful world.

Besides the deep web layer, there is also a bottom web layer, but that is the network core that only big data monsters and Blackwing assassins can enter.

Between the two lies a vast cyber network.

As he soaked deeper and deeper, the engineer felt as if he had a "sensory signal amplifier" installed on his body. All kinds of sensations expanded more and more, and at the moment when they were magnified to the limit, they suddenly contracted.

The senior engineer suddenly leaped out of the seawater and appeared on an information superhighway.

The senior engineer straightened his tie and looked at the gleaming road sign mirror.

On the gleaming road sign, a picture of an incredibly handsome young boy is looking in the mirror. He has big, pure eyes like spring water, a cute yet fierce demeanor, and a beautiful dimple when he smiles.

That's right, this is the true face of the previous virtual world master.

The Rich Lady Aiai Prototype.

"Sure enough, my true identity was exposed as soon as I logged onto the cyber network."

The handsome young man raised an eyebrow, his voice soft, sweet, and milky, a level above that of Aidoru.

Just kidding, do you know how many faces I adjusted to match the aesthetics of all the rich women in the universe?

Senior engineers stand on the information superhighway, hoping to catch a ride. Visiting an electronic safe haven is one thing, but those are data storage centers of large enterprises with very strong firewalls, so it's possible to browse around a data node.

The highway is flanked by dangerous data turbulence, and generally speaking, unless you are extremely unlucky or hacked, you are unlikely to fall into it.

However, if someone were to actually fall in, they would almost certainly die.

Soon, a large truck stopped in front of the senior engineer.

The car door opened, and countless women poked their heads out. When they saw the young male engineer, their eyes lit up, and their tongues stuck out, wrapping around him like ropes.

"A dating app? Why are there so many disconnected numbers?"

The senior engineer glanced at the images and noticed that many of the women's heads were cracked open and empty—typical zombie accounts.

Boys need to protect themselves when they're out.

The senior engineer decisively took a step back, moving outside the white line, where the red rope was blocked by an invisible barrier.

The women looked at him hungrily, muttering something unintelligible. Seeing that the engineer remained unmoved, they let out a soft sigh.

"A wonderful app to help you find your soulmate."

A line of text lit up on the road sign.

The senior engineer curled his lip. Soulmate? What the hell is that?

Moments later, waves rose on the highway, a fleet of luxury yachts sailed by, and countless scantily clad beauties waved to the senior engineer.

The senior engineer seemed to hear electronic music and pole dancing.

"The local area network of some underground club? I wouldn't dare get on that ship. Who knows if there are any weird addictive viruses inside?"

Red Dream Club, accompanying you into a pink dream.

The "GG" on the road sign lit up again.

"Red Dream Club, isn't it right next to Hanging Neck Street? They're open for business in broad daylight? So dedicated!"

All real-world simulated data interactions will eventually be merged into data packets and uploaded to the cyber network.

The senior engineer waited a while longer, but instead of any transportation, he heard all sorts of gunfire, as if two invisible forces were fighting.

The senior engineer stood on the highway as if he were in the middle of a street battle.

"Okay, in reality, two gangs are fighting, and both sides are using a lot of neural link weapons, so a lot of simulated data is being transmitted."

"That's not surprising. Many gangs in the city that never sleeps are actually sponsored by corporations. For example, if a military contractor wants to test the performance of a certain street weapon, they will spend money to create a gang."

The senior engineer was starting to regret it. He should have known better than to connect to the network in the outer city area. What a mess!

After the gunshots, the highway suddenly cracked open, and an elevator rose from the ground, ascending directly into the air.

"Data migration of the mechanical mainframe!"

The senior engineer's eyes lit up, and he quickly pressed the elevator button.

3rd floor, 4th floor, 5th floor, 6th floor.

There wasn't a single floor where we stopped.

Blood kept seeping out from the gaps.

The senior engineer understood; this was the data migration from yesterday's "population cleanup plan."

The mechanical mainframe needs to know how much human waste was cleared yesterday.

"Bite!"

The elevator on the 26th floor finally stopped, the doors opened, and a strong smell of blood wafted out.

The room looked like it had just been cleaned; there were dried bloodstains on the floor.

The senior engineer went inside, and the elevator doors closed.

The next moment, the data migration began.

"Bite!"

"Bite!"

"Bite!"

"Bite!"

"Bite!"

The distorted sound was repeatedly suffocated in my brain.

Electromagnetic sound illusion? Phonic signals? Data fragments?

Damn it, someone's actually ringing the doorbell.

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