Public Welfare Community

"If morality has no limits, the world will descend into utter chaos," the collider said with a serious expression.

"But if morality is put in shackles, the world will be held in its very corner."

Tong looked at the modified robot with a strange expression; it was rare to see this guy so serious.

"But isn't this a good thing?"

What the child sees is a clean and tidy street, politely smiling pedestrians, and hopeful faces.

Attention, outsiders! Attention, outsiders!

Only those with a moral "chip" implanted are qualified to enter the city that never sleeps.

Three mechanical eyeliners tumbled down, blocking the three people. On the mechanical tentacles, a mechanical claw opened and an insertion needle sprang out, less than a centimeter away from Tong's purple eyeballs.

"Higher-level permissions detected. Implantation cancelled. Have a nice day."

The mechanical needle retracted, and the three mechanical eyeliners flew away with a "whoosh" and disappeared among the skyscrapers.

"That's the problem," the collider said calmly. "If you limit morality to certain boundaries, then what do you plan to do about those outside that circle?"

After speaking, he spat a mouthful of phlegm directly onto the trouser leg of a pedestrian not far away.

To the girl's astonishment, no one's expression changed at all. Even the person who was spat on smiled, took out a tissue, wiped away the filth, and threw it into the trash can.

"I do not understand."

"Dislike breeds anger, anger breeds violence, and violence breeds disaster. Therefore, dislike is a dangerous emotion that must be controlled."

"So, nobody's going to care?"

There was someone in charge. Soon, two security robots came over, their eyes glowing red, and an electronic voice came from their speakers.

"The person who spits will be fined 300 and given a lecture on the laws of the City of Never Sleeps."

"Higher level of privileges detected. Penalty revoked."

"See, that's it."

"You shouldn't have done that! You've ruined the reputation of our Ghost in the Shell Mobile Division!" Tong glared at him with dissatisfaction, then turned to another guy. "Chapai, you tell him off too."

"Snoring, snoring—"

The young man with dark circles under his eyes, named Chapai, actually fell asleep standing up.

"That guy's online again without saying a word, damn it! Collider, you're carrying him on your back."

"Let him stay here. It's safe enough here anyway," the collider said, picking him up without any hesitation and tossing him onto a park bench.

"Go to the main brain area of this mechanical city to look up information. As for me, go and meet that woman's lover."

"Be careful, we're here to gather information, don't start a fight right away," Tong said worriedly, glancing at Cha Pai. "Hidden Guards, protect this guy."

"Okay, Captain Tong," three clear, childlike voices rang out.

Stealth Guard, the latest model of stealth robot, capable of operating across land, sea, and air.

At that moment, Cha Pai was online.

Cyberspace is composed of countless network nodes, which can be online communities, social groups, or even unhealthy websites.

Rebirth in the Great Era of Surfing Waves

Physically, there is only one cyberspace in the City That Never Sleeps, but in reality, it is composed of countless overlapping virtual spaces.

Chappie—the hacker from the mother city, nicknamed "Super Chappie."

He is one of the few hackers who can connect to the internet without needing a network access pod.

This has nothing to do with his hacking skills, but rather because he is a superhuman.

His superpowers happen to be perfect for hacking.

His superpower is called "virtual thinking"—the ability to think without relying on the brain.

This allows him to freely enter different virtual spaces.

At this moment, he arrived at a place called "Beautiful World," a public welfare community, a place where cyber people lingered for a long time.

In this place, their fantasies will be brought to life, becoming novels, objects, and a second world.

Long ago, there was an ancient profession called online writer. However, since AI entered the field, this profession has become obsolete.

Those who work in this industry either pick up trash or sell their bodies.

Later, a wonderful world replaced the AI writer, and the AI writer lost their job again.

The welfare community in the Cyber Test Site is definitely not a one-sided "distribution of benefits".

On the one hand, cybercriminals are so engrossed in it that they can't extricate themselves.

On the other hand, some emerging companies obtain a large amount of free "human data" through these public communities, which is significantly more creative than the "human data" attracted by Holographic GG.

These public communities are all open source, and even monopolistic enterprises cannot monopolize them, because this is the territory of the mechanical mastermind.

However, when Chappie entered, he found that a large number of "dreams" had been destroyed, a large number of "secondary creations" had been destroyed, and a large number of "personal worlds" had been compressed and recycled.

After the morality chip is installed, these things are considered to be "immoral".

All of this kind of "illegal data" will be recycled by the virtual company.

Perhaps because "Cyber Killer" is humanoid, these companies tend to create antivirus software in a humanoid form.

"Beautiful Type IV Defense", "Virtual Type VI Defense", "Deep Guardian", "Oversight Enforcer"...

These antivirus software programs have data strengths between Redwing and Silverwing, but their technical information is classified as corporate confidential, so in some ways they are even more troublesome than ordinary cyber killers.

At this moment, Chappie saw one after another fantasy girl with varying bust sizes being pulled out by chains and tightly bound. These girls kept calling out the names of the Cyber race.

As we all know, shut-ins are usually masters of the keyboard. Without the keyboard, their fighting power will be greatly reduced, not to mention that they can't even log on to the internet now.

Chapai frowned as he watched this scene.

Monopoly!

Although every giant company must go through this process in its evolution.

But I have to say, their behavior was rather unseemly.

As an official, he cannot arbitrarily interfere with the evolution of local artificial data.

Without evolution and without big data monopoly, how can new technologies, new ecosystems, and new ways of thinking be born?

What remains unknown is what this "virtual consortium" intends to produce after collecting so much "moral data."

"Um?"

Chapai suddenly stared at a bubble in the air, from which he sensed unusual data fluctuations.

Sure enough, the next moment, one after another heavily armed mechanical beauties descended from the sky and stormed into the antivirus software.

Heavy mechanical armor, large breasts, blindfolds, belly, thighs, red lips—it's packed with all sorts of elements.

Otaku who like heavy metal are a minority.

Especially since this nerdy guy is also a hacker.

Clearly, these antivirus software companies have unearthed a treasure trove.

Five or six mechanical beauties charged forward, and with a sweep of their long legs, four humanoid soft bodies were smashed to pieces, a truly violent aesthetic.

A woman's mechanical right hand transformed into an electric drill, and with a sudden, rapid sweep, a row of antivirus software programs was instantly scrambled into gibberish.

However, the antivirus software's counterattack has begun.

With its outstretched arms, the beautiful defense system forms a vast data network. The nodes on this network are hyperlinks that can directly transport you into the enterprise's data prison.

The virtual defense system grabbed the data girls and sucked them into its body.

Some antivirus software even conjured up a building and smashed it down on these beauties.

Seeing that things were going badly, the mechanical beauties grabbed two or three girls each, and began an organized retreat, spewing out large amounts of data flames from their back-mounted thrusters.

Chapai's expression suddenly changed, and his figure disappeared. When he reappeared, he was on another street.

The neighborhood was deserted, with no human data and no antivirus software.

"Strange, could it be a hallucination?"

After the police left, a layer of blue light once again covered the entire block, and the human-shaped antivirus software and a large amount of manual data were scanned out.

But they were all completely still, as if frozen in place.

Two figures emerged from the alley. They were dressed in black robes with red eyeballs embedded in them, which kept moving and blinking from time to time.

"Traitors from the Mother City, what are they doing here?" a figure asked curiously.

The other person remained silent, staring intently at a girl whose image was modeled after Asuna, a character popular a long time ago: brown hair, large, watery eyes, and a determined look amidst exhaustion—very much like a doujinshi character.

The man walked straight over.

"Nightmare, does this remind you of your days as a cybernetic? The carefree youth, the beautiful illusions, and the charming young girls. Ah, I want to keep being a carefree person."

Nightmare walked up to Asuna, staring intently at her with its dark eyes. The next moment, it grabbed the girl's head, covering it with its black personality fluid. In the girl's despairing eyes, Nightmare tightened its grip.

The girl disintegrated into flying artificial data.

"Hehe, hehehe..."

The nightmare emitted a hoarse and unpleasant shrill laugh.

"Tsk tsk, a completely corrupted cybernetic race member, how terrifying!"

The man was about to say something sarcastic when, in the next moment, the visual acquisition device suddenly experienced severe interference. The black mosaic kept flashing, as if everything was melting.

"Hey, hey, just kidding. We're all in the same organization. This time, the target is the machine agent. Hey, hey, hey, I finally managed to collect all the personality fragments!"

A sickening chewing sound followed as a massive amount of data was transformed into source code.

"You're looking for my boss, but he's not here."

Looking at the NPC in front of him, whose face was covered in blood-red question marks, Baozi was on high alert.

"Not here," the collider sneered, pushing open the door without any politeness and looking around. "Let me see, is he hiding? I have the utmost contempt for these gigolos who live off rich women!"

"Hey, what are you doing?!"

Baozi quickly pressed the alarm button, and several mechanical snipers flew over before nimbly slipping away.

Holy crap, is this official robot also a bully who preys on the weak?

"I heard you were looking for me?"

Just as the collider was about to turn the entire store upside down, a faint voice rang out.

"You're the one we've been looking for!" The nearly three-meter-tall collider whirled around, its teeth seemingly ready to ignite sparks.