Mad Host

In a carbon-based civilization, there is a classic saying: life is a form, not matter. The more "living" materials we implant, the more instances of "life as it may exist" we can accumulate.

Motoko Yagami looked at the large tree in front of her. It was more like a living organism than a tree. Its leaves resembled the frontal lobe of a human, its trunk resembled human nerve circuits, its fruit was filled with white sap, and its canopy was an umbrella-shaped neural network.

At this time, the treetops visibly grow in all directions, intertwining with the branches and leaves of other trees.

A slight noise came from behind. Motoko Yagami jumped up abruptly, without turning her head, and kicked out. With an explosion, the upper body of a bio-monster exploded.

White semen sprayed everywhere.

She recognized this monster as a "brain-filled experimental subject," a product of life science technology. The purpose of researching it was to test whether unmodified individuals could break through the upper limit of "human brain computing power" after stimulation.

Clearly, the project failed, and these brain-derived test subjects were repurposed and transferred here. Among all the bio-monsters, it is the weakest, but it has one unique characteristic: it can infiltrate and control the island's weapon systems like an artificial intelligence.

If we don't find its true form soon, its threat will grow, and it will eventually surprise you.

In a sense, it is also artificial intelligence, only biological AI.

Clearly, these large trees are its product.

"Captain Motoko, please leave here as soon as possible. I can sense that your nerve conduction speed, cell division speed, and organic compound decomposition speed have all increased to varying degrees."

What happens if it goes up?

"Assimilation," Miss Shell said.

Motoko Yagami nodded, and the next moment, most of the chemical reactions in her body stopped.

"Assimilation lifted 75."

How far has the deep web spread?

"It has now expanded to 21 and is confirmed to be fully expanded in eight minutes."

"So what's going on?"

"What can be confirmed at present is that there are already more than 60,000 chemical reactions taking place here, and this number is increasing at a very rapid rate."

With a single step, Motoko Yagami burst out of the 'forest' in just a few breaths. According to the map in her mind, this was the fire zone in the Fugitive game.

After the deadly gas in the laboratory is released, the participants will be herded to this zone of fire to face the next challenge in the game.

However, to the astonishment of the Ghost in the Shell captain, the mechanical weapons hidden in various places were being transported towards the center of the island by the "conveyor belt".

The reason these 'conveyor belts' are in quotation marks is because they are not mechanical conveyor belts, but biological conveyor belts.

The ground was covered with fleshy carpets, wave after wave of fleshy carpets, and fleshy buds burrowed into these weapons, giving the impression of an old lady knitting a sweater.

These conveyor belts are "alive," and they are relaying each other to transport these weapons to the same place.

That was a "danger zone" containing some extremely powerful bio-monsters. Even she herself had to be careful when entering it.

However, whether it was an illusion or not, she seemed to see a giant arm reshaping itself in the 'danger zone'.

Various types of armed electromagnetic guns, plasma warheads, and even laser defense systems are being "implanted" into this arm.

As the world's most popular TV show, The Fugitive is not only lucrative but also boasts the highest viewership ratings in the world. Some military contractors are also willing to use the show to promote their new weapons.

For example, the chain particle cannon of the Tiber Defense System, the individual nanosuit of Marubeni Global Security, or the recently emerging Mas Edge, which has developed a cutting laser net.

These pieces of equipment were constantly "moving," seemingly eager to be combined.

After watching for a full minute, Motoko Yagami took a deep breath and said:

"Miss Shell, how far has the deep web spread?"

37.

"Big news! Big news!"

!

Inside a Level 7 aircraft, Bird Morgans stared intently at the island shrouded in white mist, wishing he could dive into the holographic screen and give a live report.

As a famous host, Bird Morgans' ability to stand out in the highly competitive workplace has absolutely nothing to do with being the son of a chairman; it's entirely due to his audacity and shamelessness.

He dares to broadcast what others dare not broadcast.

He dared to be the first to step up when others dared not.

For example, he once paid Cyber Hacker to hack into the system of the famous idol Adorno, find out Adorno's underwear code, and confirm the color of her underwear.

Rainbow colors!

For example, in order to verify the new model of prosthetic body "Mr. Tree Assault Type" developed by "Companion Bio", one of the six major bionic groups, he personally experienced it on the show. Although he was later sent to the hospital due to severe bleeding from an anal fissure, he successfully proved that this prosthetic body still has a lot of room for improvement and is not as perfect as GG advertised.

That episode had phenomenal ratings.

Then, just two days later, Bird Morgans swaggered out of the hospital, sporting the bionic buttocks that were a free gift from "Bionic Companion".

Now that the world's number one hit show has been suddenly interrupted, Bird Morgans knows that his opportunity has arrived!

"Mr. Bird, I have a duty to warn you. Since the Cyber Hacker has infiltrated this program, he probably wouldn't mind hacking into your head as well. Even if you have the highest level of Electronic Barrier, your mortality rate against this level of hacker is as high as 86%. According to the contract terms of our Red Lotus Security Company, our company is not liable for accidents caused by the employer..."

"These are all minor matters!"

Bird excitedly did a few chest-expanding exercises, then chuckled and moved closer to the cold-faced bodyguard.

"Miss Gerd, are you dressed up today?"

"I wore it. It was rainbow-colored, the same style as Adorlo, exactly as required in the contract."

Miss Gerd nodded calmly, then slapped the perverted host to the ground.

"According to Article 14 of our contract, the bodyguard has the right to massage the employer's face when the employer asks questions involving privacy."

"Cool!

!

Bird, his face swollen, jumped up and laughed loudly, "Airborne AI, activate my channel! I want to host a show!"

In an instant, more than a dozen drone cameras surrounded him.

Meanwhile, various metrics appeared on the holographic screen, including viewership ratings, concurrent online users, number of voice-over comments, and emotional projections.

Soon, barrages of text appeared, rapidly swirling around Bird's body.

"Hahaha, did Bird get beaten up by the bodyguard again?"

"I want to see Miss Sniper, get out of here, you anal fissure guy!"

"Ahhh, I really want to be the bodyguard's dog, and eat from the same bowl as Bird."

"Bird, what big scoop is coming today?"

As a super-rich second-generation heir, Bird's show is popular because of his sassiness. He doesn't get angry at the audience's friendly greetings, or even when holographic comments pop up in his pants. He just shakes his pants, exposing the comments like "Ah, I'm not clean anymore" and "Ah, I'm yellow," and gets straight to the point:

"I am currently at the location of the preliminary rounds of the Fugitive Game."

"The current GPS system can no longer detect this island."

"So, here I am!"

The number of bullet comments also increased exponentially.

"Holy crap, turn off the screen right now, or my brain's being hacked!"

"My roommate just got taken away by ambulance, and you want to take me away too, Bird?"

"Help! I don't want my memories erased! I don't have a backup of my memories yet. Is it too late to do it now?"

"It's too late. Unless you send me 1 million tokens, I'll personally handle it for you."

Bird remained calm, and although the comments were full of "running away," the viewership ratings continued to rise.

The bodyguard glanced at them, sneered, and said, "A bunch of idiots looking for death."

"Without further ado, we can now see that the island is shrouded in a strange white mist, and this mist may be the key to the malfunction of the global surveillance system!"

"Let's get closer and see what happens!?"

As the aircraft gradually descended, the man and woman exchanged a glance and simultaneously felt difficulty breathing, as if they were submerged in a sealed water tank.

"Ahem, what we can see right now is that this fog seems to be some kind of biological virus. Although my family's heirloom aircraft has an air circulation system, we still can't confirm whether this virus has invaded. By the way, Miss Gerd, do you have any mating desires due to the virus?"

The bodyguard suddenly opened her eyes and tackled Bird to the ground.

Bird was both surprised and delighted. "Really? And in front of so many people!?"

"Idiot! Look at the top of your head!"

Bird looked up and saw a hole the size of a bowl suddenly appear, its surface covered in soot from high temperatures.

Before he could say anything, a cold, mechanical voice rang out.

Area 8-14-135 is a "data takeover zone." All unmarked human-generated data must leave, or you will be expelled by the Decepticon Legion!

Holy crap! The Mother City Legion!

!

"Browd, run! Or your dad will replace you with a clone!"

"A clone wouldn't be interesting. I still prefer your defiant look when you had anal fissures."

"Why are you running away!"

"!" Bird shoved the bodyguard aside, jumped into the pilot's seat, and pulled the joystick, sending the aircraft hurtling into the fog.

Bird laughed heartily:

"What could be more exciting than this?! Let's see what's on the island that has prompted Cybertron to mobilize its mechanical army!"

Seconds later, countless alarms sounded.

Biochemical reactions have occurred on the surface of the flanks.

"Main nozzle wear levels 12, 13, 14, 15... Significant blockage has appeared."

"Weapon system malfunction, weapon system malfunctioning."

However, neither the two of them, nor the audience, had time to pay attention to this.

Because a creature as large as the island was struggling to get up, and the aircraft's weapon system, a coffin-sized weapon bay, was wedged right on its knee, completing its final piece.

Coincidentally, just as this behemoth rose from the ground, the aircraft descended from the sky and pierced its palm, just like a toy airplane.

At the same time, in the City That Never Sleeps, Adorlu looked at the senior engineer with concern.

At this point, the senior engineer was like a piece of dried-up human flesh that had been dried for decades; apart from the skin, all that remained was bone, and all the vital parts had disappeared.

At this moment, as Bird slowly rose with the 'Five Finger Mountain', he stared dumbfounded at the super monster that stepped into the sea.

"What the hell is this?!"