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After finishing his business in the group chat, PP-touzi sneaked out of the toilet.

As a company that develops ethical chips, we were required to implant ethical chips in all our employees.

Fortunately, after suffering a loss once—no, twice—PP finally learned his lesson and decisively activated the backdoor of the chip given to him by the handsome doctor when implanting the chip.

This backdoor can interfere with the chip's peripheral neural circuits, creating a situation where the chip is still running, but I am completely unaffected.

The boss of PP felt that the people in the company had changed, but not much.

A colleague who usually liked to cut in line and take advantage of others has become kind and approachable.

My boss, who used to use polite language all the time, has now become genuinely polite.

The old hand who used to be a sleazy perpetrator of workplace sexual harassment has suddenly become a gentleman, the kind who won't even look at long legs.

But some things remain unchanged.

Overtime is still overtime, but it's been renamed "company dedication".

Dismissal is still dismissal, but it's called providing society with outstanding talent.

Demotion is still demotion, it's just called starting from the front line.

Supervisors, employees, and colleagues—everyone has become a good person, but their goodness is a little strange.

PP had just returned to his workstation when he heard the news—another colleague had died suddenly.

Looking at that smiling face as it passed away, the grateful family members, and the supervisor who seemed both sad and composed.

The PP leader suddenly shuddered. "My god, what kind of moral chip is this? Isn't this just mass brainwashing?"

"How are you feeling right now?" On television, a host is interviewing a serial killer from an outlying district, who is also a cyberpsychotic.

"I am extremely ashamed of what I did, but I am also grateful that I will not make the same mistakes in the second half of my life."

"Are you sure you won't kill anyone again?"

"Won't."

"Are you sure you won't insult women again?"

"Won't."

Why not?

"My morals wouldn't allow me to do that."

"For example, what would you do in the same situation?"

The host looked at a man dressed as a scientist, who then turned on a series of holographic projections. The projections played highly stimulating content, including violence, gore, and pornography. However, the heart rate, nerve activity, and thought processes of this fierce-looking thug remained completely unchanged.

"Dear viewers, it seems this person wasn't lying."

The scene shifts to an interview program, where the host asks the scientist, "Dr. Murray, that person we just saw was not only a serial killer but also a cyberpsychotic. Does this mean that implanting a moral chip can effectively alleviate cyberpsychosis?"

"It's not just about effective relief, it's about a complete cure. In fact, it can solve not only cyberpsychosis, but all mental illnesses, such as depression, phantom limb disorder, and schizophrenia, as long as a chip is implanted."

"But I've heard that mental illness is essentially a brain disease."

"That's right, but under moral constraints, all errors in the brain will be corrected at the neuronal level."

"Is this a kind of shackle?" one guest asked.

"Don't people need these shackles? Murder, betrayal, sexual harassment, verbal violence, cyberbullying, corruption, bribery, manufacturing dangerous substances—do you want to live in such a world? Do you want your mother, your wife, your daughter to live in such a world? If your wife were followed or drugged, wouldn't you regret not implanting a moral safety net in that person? Or do you yourself have violent tendencies?"

The guest was left speechless by the question.

"Is the function of this chip sustainable? What are its applications?" another guest began to ask.

"Good question. In fact, we started a large-scale trial six months ago. We released more than 5,000 criminals from the Never-Sleeping City prison, including many death row inmates. While implanting moral chips in them, we also installed surveillance systems without their knowledge."

The scene switched to five thousand five, each one being the experience of a person who had just been released from prison.

"In the past six months, they have perfectly integrated into the social structure and have not committed a crime again. Even when faced with ridicule, discrimination, and verbal violence, they have shown superior gentlemanly conduct."

"If they can do it, then I believe that anyone can do it."

Applause erupted.

"Does everyone have a moral chip implanted in them, including those important figures?" one guest asked.

"Of course, members of the parliament and all members of the virtual board of directors will be implanted first, followed by senior officials from the political, economic, and business sectors. We firmly believe that only when those in power and wealth become moral exemplars can the whole society be clothed in a moral cloak."

What if someone is unwilling to do it?

"If you are unwilling to have a morality chip implanted, then you are an immoral person. You can choose to leave before the mass chip implantation. If you are unwilling to leave, then we can consider you an immoral person and remove you in accordance with the relevant laws of the City That Never Sleeps."

"What exactly does 'morality' in the context of 'moral chips' refer to?"

"The basis of morality is the laws of the mother city, which we have divided into four modules: crime, public order, emotions, and profession. Each module has detailed moral regulations. Of course, this is also the result of discussions among countless scholars, experts, and representatives."

"..."

After a long debate involving morality, law, and emotion, the interview has finally come to an end.

"Welcome Dr. Murray, Chief Technology Advisor of Unreal Engine, to our program. We sincerely hope that the implantation of this ethical chip will bring a better future to the City That Never Sleeps."

"Of course, it's all for a better future."

Dr. Murray shook hands with everyone on the production team before leaving the broadcast center and getting into his smart car.

"Back to headquarters."

"Okay, Doctor," the in-vehicle AI responded.

Neon lights flickered outside the glass, and there were still protesters and scattered fires at night. However, under the intense suppression of the law enforcement, the gang's protests could not last long. After all, every security company was transformed from a top-tier gang.

"The company also needs a top-notch security team," Dr. Murray thought calmly as the car drove into the newly built company building and he looked at the graffiti on the outside.

Soon, he took the elevator to the conference room on the 33rd floor. There was only one person in the conference room, Hugh Laurie, the former chairman of Meihao Internet and now the CEO of Unreal Engine, a blond-haired, blue-eyed business genius.

"Boss, I need to report to you about the current progress of the chip implantation..."

After calmly listening to the report, the CEO spoke up after a long pause, "Human data in the real world is easy to handle, but what about human data in cyberspace—I'm talking about those cyber beings, AI? Do you have a solution?"

"According to the agreement we signed with the City That Never Sleeps, the mainframe will help us determine the real-world coordinates of the cyber race in the city. As for the special chips designed for AI, 90% of them have been completed."

"I have some new technology information here. You can take a look at it when you get back; it might be helpful."

Dr. Murray was clearly taken aback. As the head of all the research teams, how could he be unaware of any new technological information?

However, he didn't ask any further questions, just nodded and left.

"Ahem, morality chip, morality, hahaha..." A low laugh rang out.

"This reminds me of some alien races with very unique social structures. In the universe, they are generally called gods."

"Isn't a morally perfect person a god?" Laurie retorted.

"Does becoming a perfect person mean you no longer need to kill? Or does it mean you no longer need to conduct forbidden experiments? Do you think the Mother City would agree to that?"

"For those who maintain order, we naturally have customized moral chips, so at least they won't kill out of personal grudges."

"As for the creators of the chips, we naturally also have specially made chips. The rules of ethics will change with the changes in social structure, and as the creators, we must adapt to these changes as soon as possible."

"A flexible moral bottom line, huh?"

The back door opened, and a pale-faced Miller walked out, plopped down on the sofa, and unceremoniously put his legs up on the table.

"I don't care what you're trying to do. Just make the personality chip I need, and I won't bother you."

"Of course, this is part of the deal," Hugh Laurie stood up, poured a glass of wine, and handed it to him. "How could we dare offend a Cloud Aristocrat?"

"Good to know."

"Also, I need your help to deal with someone who will be returning to the City That Never Sleeps soon."

"That's not part of our deal, and if even you can't handle an enemy, what chance do we have?" Hugh Laurie said humbly, but his tone was full of rejection.

"You refuse?" Miller's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing in them.

"No, I just think we can make another deal, a really great deal."

In the Star Rift section, players from Nevernight City were probably the first to enjoy the benefits.

In fact, in the middle of the storyline of the Cyber Test Site, "blessings" were played out in almost every area.

For players, "good fortune" is not necessarily a bad thing, since the more turbulent the society, the more "monsters" will spawn in the game.

But this blessing is clearly different from other "blessings".

The player with the implanted chip was shocked to discover something.

That means they can't fight monsters anymore! Especially 'humanoid monsters'!

Whenever they felt the urge to act, their consciences would be filled with moral self-reproach, and they would involuntarily lay down their weapons.

How could I kill someone?

How could I break the law?

How could I do something bad?

He's not good at fighting monsters, but he's very enthusiastic about helping old ladies cross the street.

The problem is, helping an elderly lady cross the street doesn't earn you experience points!

Hey, hey, hey, what the hell is this game all about?!

Do you know what happens when players are unsatisfied? Are you trying to force us to turn evil?

Do you even know where the Joker came from?!

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