Miller

Mother City Deep Web, Memory Monitoring Room

This is the territory of the Memory Supervision Department.

But apart from the people in this department, key personnel from the Human Experimentation Department, Machine Consciousness Department, Prosthetics Registration Department, Ghost in the Shell Mobile Department, and Electronic Network Department were all present.

Amidst the electronic light and shadow, virtual figures appeared one after another, and the space of the entire room expanded and expanded again, eventually transforming into a conference hall.

On the projection screen, the invasion that occurred over the isolated island was shown, from the moment the Bird of Paradise made its move until the island was blasted apart by a barrage of missiles.

Repeating it over and over again.

Gradually, as the screen refreshed, the towering pipe and three blurry figures were revealed.

The job of the Memory Supervision Department is to ensure that memory data functions properly in the nervous system or external storage devices and is not maliciously modified.

Among the six core departments, it is considered to be more of an administrative department. Even if there is a memory loss incident, it will only notify the local mechanical mainframe or have the Ghost in the Shell Mobile Division take over.

It's rare for so many important figures to come to its territory.

Thanks to a certain perverted host, the entire incident was recorded and then watched by millions of onlookers from beginning to end.

Ordinary people cannot see the virtual images of Cyber Hacker.

However, just because you can't see it doesn't mean the memory doesn't exist.

At this moment, the operators of the Memory Monitoring Department are extracting memories from these millions of people in an attempt to reconstruct the image of the hacker's "prototype".

Thousands of faces appeared, then the number quickly surpassed ten thousand, then one hundred thousand, then five hundred thousand...

"The hacker's skill level is extremely high!" Motoko Yagami said calmly, but the woman in white and sunglasses next to her could hear the gritted teeth in her voice.

The old man Aragaki is dead, and the mission he participated in ended in failure, indirectly causing Cloud City to deviate from its course and now it is still unknown where it is drifting in the universe.

It would be strange if Motoko Yagami was in a good mood.

The woman in white and sunglasses remained calm, chuckling lightly, "Missions have successes and failures, it's nothing. Besides, it was those old-fashioned nobles who wanted to set up their territory outside the planet, just to guard against us. Now that something has gone wrong, who can we blame?"

"Hmph!" Motoko Yagami glared at him. "Don't make it sound so easy. If you had suppressed the Bird of Paradise, would there be so many problems?"

The woman in white and sunglasses stretched and stood up.

"So what if we fail? Top hackers aren't so easy to deal with. They've been planning for so long. It's normal that we can't beat them. But you insist on waking up DeepWeb from its slumber. Once she's awake, we'll have a lot more work to do."

"Maintaining stability between living organisms and machines—that's our job!"

"Is that so?" The woman in sunglasses smiled eerily. "I thought our job was to drive the whole world mad."

Motoko Yagami was furious. Before he could say anything, with a "click," the holographic projections in the Memory Monitoring Center all collapsed.

"What happened?"

"What's going on? A hacker intrusion?"

"Where's the android broadcaster?"

An android girl rushed in, stammering, "We've detected over 100 million human brain IPs; the data system has crashed!"

"Finding a hundred million faces in a million heads is absolutely hilarious!"

A super AI from the Humanity Experimentation Department laughed strangely. Its holographic projection was bizarre, covered with countless human faces.

The woman in white and sunglasses stood up, stretched, and said, "Looks like there's nothing for me to do. I'll be going now."

As if remembering something, the woman in white and sunglasses bent down and gave Yagami Motoko a light peck on the cheek, whispering, "I forgot to mention, be careful lately. Aramaki is dead, but quite a few people are eyeing your position."

The virtual figures dwindled until only Motoko Yagami remained, her face flickering in and out of focus under the virtual projection.

This matter can be big or small. On a larger scale, all the owners on this planet are valuable, and everyone in Cloud City has relatives and friends. Their anger must be borne by someone.

To put it simply, this was just a regular hacking incident, only on a larger scale and with more deaths.

These types of hacking incidents occur tens of thousands of times every year on this planet.

Motoko Yagami had more on her mind.

Mechanical systems are evolving, and so are living systems. Sooner or later, the two will collide and unleash a terrifying creative force.

As for whether the social structure will collapse or be reshaped after the outbreak, no one knows.

The seeds of revolution are already sown!

According to Minister Aramaki, the most morally sound thing we, as intelligent beings of this era, can do is to do our best to reduce the moral degradation brought about by this evolution.

It wasn't until the beeping sound on her wrist brought Suzuko back to her senses.

Three holographic projections appeared opposite her: a burly man, a yawning young man, and a young girl.

"Captain, we're off!" the girl said cheerfully.

"Captain Motoko, when will you accept my love?" the burly man asked excitedly.

"After you install the latest model of reproductive system," the young man said lazily.

"Can't the captain and I have a purely spiritual relationship? Does a person have to have that thing?" the burly man said angrily.

"Captain, he means he wants to share a virtual machine with you."

Motoko Yagami sighed and said, "Hitomi, take good care of the collider and Chappie, and make sure they don't mess things up."

"Yes, Captain!" The girl excitedly saluted.

"Also, this time your mission is to investigate the cause of the minister's death. Be serious!"

"Yes!!!"

On the top floor of the most luxurious hotel in the city that never sleeps, two gene modulators are busy at work, surrounded by cutting-edge medical equipment such as molecular synthesis chambers, brainwave generators, and consciousness downloaders.

As a second job advancement for prosthetic doctors after reaching level 10, gene modifiers can achieve a very high status even in large corporations, such as being the head of a research lab.

But now, two gene modulators and an entire team—such a luxurious setup—are only serving one person.

To be precise, it was a human body that was about to take shape. This human body was tall, strong, and masculine, with veins bulging out from time to time on its wheat-colored skin.

The main body is complete, and the remaining parts, such as nails and hair, are being synthesized in the synthesis chamber.

An assistant would come over from time to time to inject a tube of gene-modifying fluid. This fluid contained advanced computing brain cells from the Saint Brain Group, Earth Core biological circulation cells from Tianping Biotechnology, survival genes from Johnson & Johnson Group, and atomic viruses from Venus Life Safety.

It can be said that the top products of several leading biotech companies are all concentrated in this body.

At the same time, five or six improved versions of Grade A radiant beast bloodlines were injected into it.

Stimulated by these genetic products, the body's growth rate suddenly increased a hundredfold.

One of the gene modulators looked at the other.

"Almost done, you can download now."

"Life activation complete, consciousness download in progress, 10%, 20%, 30%..."

The cold, robotic voice of artificial intelligence kept ringing out.

"100%, consciousness download complete."

The man opened his eyes, and his violent mental energy repeatedly pounded against the specially made glass, creating cracks.

Even ordinary artillery shells might not have this effect.

About ten minutes later, the man recovered, his golden pupils turned black, and his spiritual power slowly disappeared.

A gene modulator quickly came in with a cloak, draped it over the other person's shoulders, and then asked with concern:

How are you feeling now?

"I feel a bit detached," the man said, rubbing his temples, his expression shifting from blank to showing a hint of emotion.

The geneticist explained:

"Interplanetary consciousness transfer works like this, especially when memory data passes through a radiation cloud, which causes a delay in consciousness. It will be fine after a while."

"Did Mr. Miller come from 'Night Star'?"

Another gene modulator asked.

"Night Star" is a satellite of the planet Machine Rift. In the age of civilization, it was an exploration outpost, and in the age of machinery, it became an important commercial center.

"No, I came from Norman territory 30 light-years away. I was negotiating an important business deal. My physical body is still on the interstellar spaceship, but I couldn't wait, so I transferred my consciousness over first. It was transferred three times in the process, using hyperspace download technology."

"No wonder, how does this body feel?"

Miller clenched his fingers, and the surrounding space seemed to be distorted by the pressure.

"Not bad, that's at an interstellar level."

The man named Miller gave a charming smile.

"Let me see who stole my little girl."

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