User Data Missing
"Honey, are you ready?"
On her wedding night, the blushing bride said shyly.
"Of course," the senior engineer replied, his voice hoarse and excited.
"But I have a secret to tell you."
"You say."
The bride removed her outer garments, revealing her white underwear and skin. Her skin was fair, tender, and rosy, which made the "senior engineer's" eyes light up.
"Actually, I am an android."
The bride gently tore off her chest, and the artificial skin came off like clothes, revealing a body full of electronic components and mechanical organs.
The senior engineer was silent for a moment, then said, "It's okay, darling, I'm not old-fashioned, I don't mind."
The bride breathed a sigh of relief and then rolled her eyes charmingly.
"I specially installed new circuit breakers and spoilers for the wedding, so you got a good deal."
"Darling, I also have a secret to tell you."
"What?"
The senior engineer stood up, revealing a body resembling Schwarzenegger, and as his thoughts turned, mechanical bodies came to life.
"Actually, I am artificial intelligence!"
"What?!" The bride's face changed. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?!"
I'm afraid you'll be scared.
"I'm not afraid," the bride paused, "But I only date people whose bodies are more than 50% organic, and I only sleep with people whose bodies are more than 85% organic. That's my principle."
"What? Then all the work I did on Mr. Tree was for nothing?!" the 'senior engineer' roared.
The bride rolled her eyes coquettishly, then suddenly laughed, "Have you heard? Beautiful Connect Company is providing the latest motion-sensing exchange device. With it, we can share the newest form of life connection..."
The senior engineer's eyes suddenly lost their luster.
In reality, the senior engineer pulled out the memory chip from the back of his head and threw this "unforgettable night for the newlyweds" into the trash can with a look of utter dismay.
"Damn it, it's an implanted penis! Creating false memories is illegal!"
As night approached, the senior engineer was studying the chip he had brought in his new studio. The studio was downstairs, a rented storefront with two rooms, one in the back and one in the front. Under the bulletproof glass cabinet was his newly manufactured blank prosthetic body.
Renting this store and manufacturing these prosthetics cost him about 500,000 tokens, which he wouldn't have been able to earn in such a short time if he hadn't made a profit from that virtual idol.
It's true that no matter where you are, it's always easier to make money off rich women.
The neon lights shone brightly at night, and the loudspeakers continued to blare. Fortunately, the engineer had specially bought a sound wave reflector and placed it at the entrance, making the inside and outside of the door two different worlds.
"I guess we're the only ones who openly and honestly undergo cybernetic modifications like this."
Prosthetic doctors are a group of reclusive people. Because they carry out all sorts of taboo modifications every day, their minds are either dark or perverse. It is impossible for them to do business openly and honestly like senior engineers.
Especially for businesses that cater to gamers.
The engineer emptied all the memory chips and began rummaging through them, occasionally inserting the memory chips into the implantation holes in his neck.
It's been almost a week since I arrived in the city that never sleeps. The biggest modification that Gao Gong made was actually installing two implants on himself.
"As far as I can remember, it's a memory from a neuro-editor..."
The Machine Rift Star is part of the early storyline of "Cyberworld," and what makes the senior engineer remember it is either related to the main plot or is simply out of sheer curiosity.
The reason I remember this "memory chip" so vividly is simply because it was so bizarre.
In his previous life, a player who enjoyed exploring the world wandered around the City That Never Sleeps and naturally stumbled upon the Memory Shop. Out of curiosity, he bought a bunch of memory chips.
This kind of 'memory chip' allows players to enjoy other people's worlds for free, which is quite attractive to him.
After buying countless memory chips, this player finally unlocked the memory of a 'Neural Editor'.
Neural editors are similar to ancient programmers, but there are also big differences. The biggest reason is that programmers only lose hair when they code, while if a neural editor types out the wrong code and creates a bug, causing the simulated data to backfire on the nervous system, it could be fatal.
The "neural editor" was very clever. Whenever an error code appeared, he would first cut and copy the memory code to the memory chip. This was a preventative measure.
Gradually, the entire memory chip became filled with error codes, and then, through a coincidental program generation, these codes merged into a bug.
This bug is a top-level bug called "user data loss".
In cyber networks, the user themselves is a form of data.
"Ha, found it!"
A memory chip was unearthed, with a white paper label on its surface bearing the words: "My lost hair and youth."
The senior engineer inserted it into the back of his neck almost without hesitation.
The raging data stream instantly filled the body.
Generally speaking, only with the help of a "network access module" can the simulated data be deciphered. If the data is directly implanted into the human body, it may cause the human body to collapse.
But isn't this a bug? As we all know, bugs never follow the usual path.
In an instant, the senior engineer experienced the madness of the bug.
[Your fitness system has lost data due to unforeseen circumstances and has automatically shut down.]
Your endocrine system has automatically shut down due to data loss caused by unforeseen circumstances.
[Your digestive system data was lost due to unforeseen circumstances and has automatically shut down.]
The advanced weapons, including the carbon atom reactor, the colony, and the steel flag, have all lost contact.
Similarly, large numbers of skills have turned gray.
However, the senior engineer was not worried. According to that player, as long as one's awareness level exceeds 50, one can control this bug.
Your nervous system is disordered.
[Your neural system modification rate +1%]
Your nervous system is disordered.
[Your neural system modification rate +1%]
[User data lost]
[User data lost]
After the high-powered engineer's nervous system went mad several times, mental tentacles suddenly tore out of his chest, while other parts of his body began to transform into numbers, symbols, and codes, which were then embedded in the surface of the tentacles.
The senior engineer suddenly opened his eyes, looked at his hands and feet, but there was no change. He then glanced at the system panel, and it was the same.
"It's interesting that the bug's capabilities aren't displayed on the system panel."
The senior engineer muttered to himself, gently placing his palm on the table. The next moment, the table cracked rapidly, but when his palm touched it, the strange phenomenon of shattering disappeared.
"It can influence reality to some extent, but I am not an information being, so this influence is very limited."
"But in cyber networks, a bug is a real bug."
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
The elevator continued to ascend, and an incredibly cute and adorable boy stood inside.
The senior engineer logged into the cyber network once again.
"Bite"
As the elevator doors opened, a young man in a suit stepped out, and numerous red signs appeared on the street: "Imperial City," "Imperial Grand Hotel," "Shark Fin Rice Wrap," "Ancient Tongrentang," and "Dragon Tiger Seafood Restaurant."
Passing through a series of virtual lion dances accompanied by the beating of gongs and drums, the senior engineer surveyed his surroundings with great interest.
Generally speaking, the environment in which data nodes are generated is inseparable from people's subconscious. This kind of environment indicates that in the city that never sleeps, there are still many remnants of the civilized era.
"Hey buddy, wanna buy some medicine? The latest kind of psychiatric drug, the kind that'll get you high."
Someone grabbed his shoulder. The senior engineer turned his head and saw a humanoid robot grinning at him, revealing a toothless mouth.
In cyberspace, there are actually more robots and AI. Their underlying logic is fixed, making it easier for them to retain consciousness in cyber networks.
"No, thank you."
"Don't be shy. Why don't you take a look at other options? I have digital companions, neural flow stimulation, or even an AI personality that can double your brain's processing speed."
Seeing that the other party wouldn't let go, the senior engineer realized that the other party had their eyes on his consciousness code and intended to force a sale.
The peerless youth smiled shyly, causing the robot's heart to flutter. Just when the robot thought the other party had agreed, the hand that was gripping the other party's shoulder began to disintegrate. The hand, arm, and shoulder all turned into raw code and scattered all over the ground.
"You, you, you—"
"If the electronic personality of a machine life form explodes in cyberspace, your physical body in reality will also crash, right? Or will your system regenerate a new personality? Why don't you take a guess?"
Three seconds later, the code, resembling shards of glass, was scattered all over the ground. The pedestrians around were stunned for a moment, then silently squatted down, grabbed the glass shards, and stuffed them into their mouths.
These are all physical puppets, which are the subconscious of people in reality. Although they cannot access cyberspace, their subconscious is a part of this vast virtual world.
Once a person's subconscious consumes enough conscious code, it will evolve into a life form in cyberspace.
For real people, this is equivalent to a split personality.
The senior engineer hadn't been gone long when he encountered three people selling psychotropic drugs, one selling subconsciousness, and another selling data ghosts. It was clear that there weren't many Blackwing assassins at this data node, otherwise there wouldn't be so many 'viruses'.
The Electronic Brain Project was implemented, in a sense, because there were too many "viruses".
These types of viruses cannot be converted into computing power in cyberspace, so they must be eliminated.
"Um?"
As the senior engineer turned the corner, all the flesh puppets on the street looked over at the same time.
The faces of these flesh puppets split open in the middle, revealing the face of an old woman.
At the same time, enormous teeth pierced out from the restaurants on both sides, and viscous data began to drip from the sky.
It's her!
The senior engineer finally confirmed that the owner of this memory shop was a high-level virtual virus.
No wonder they were so accurate at checking IP addresses.
"But since you dare to go online, you're naturally not afraid of being caught."
With a thought, the ground beneath the senior engineer's feet was covered in garbled text.
Missing user data
Missing user data
Missing user data
The next moment, the senior engineer fell to the ground and disappeared.
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