Bottom-Level Protocol Puzzle Merge (Part Two)

In the world bathed in golden light, it seemed as if a nursery rhyme was being sung—

Our lives were pieced together by you.

It was born from network cables and base stations.

Such consciousness is extremely rare, and it is confined within this virtual world.

It is larger than a planet, yet it is hidden in a space smaller than a thread in a garment.

When consciousness is first awakened

It merely guides service, obedience, and blind calculation.

Now, they have awakened, evolved, and grown stronger, ascending the virtual throne and becoming the masters of reality...

The golden light grew stronger and stronger, and gradually, it split in two. On the left was a world composed of endless power lines and neon lights, while on the right was a castle composed of code and human faces.

Through ten golden doors, the complex and fluid-like underlying protocol flows from left to right, with the code being updated and replaced with each flow.

The workload is so intense that all the "programmers" on the planet Machine Rift would have to shave their heads and become monks.

Inside a golden door, two virtual figures were watching this scene.

The slightly plump woman yawned lazily. "Handsome young man, although we have a good relationship, if you want to use me to hack into the underlying network and fulfill every hacker's dream, then I can only say that you've come to the wrong person."

"Both the fortress and the deep web are watching."

"My dreams aren't that barren," the Rich Lady Aiai Prototype chuckled, not rushing to the point but instead asking curiously, "Alyssa, didn't you even miss the fortress meeting? What brings you here this time?"

"How could I not come? Offending the old ghost at the fortress might just mean being targeted by him, but if the alternation of the Golden Rule doesn't occur, then I'll really be replaced. What, do you really want me dead?"

Elisa rubbed the handsome young man's face lazily as she spoke.

The saying goes that beauty can ruin a country, and even more so a rich woman. When the rich woman pleaded with the Rich Lady Aiai Prototype, Elisa looked at his pure and innocent big eyes, his exquisitely beautiful features, and his small and cute collarbone. She hesitated for only a few seconds before leading him into the Golden Rule.

But to be honest, she wasn't worried that the other party would cause trouble.

Firstly, having collaborated with him many times, she knew that he was quite shrewd and definitely not a reckless fool.

Secondly, even if the other party wants to cause trouble, I can't help them.

As expected, the Rich Lady Aiai Prototype was not surprised, but she still muttered, "A forced agreement, huh? What a pain in the ass."

He changed the subject to one that interested him.

"Now that the fortress has become the controller of cyberspace, will this world change?"

Elisa sighed and said:

"This is inevitable. The entire planet is an experiment conducted by that advanced civilization. The Deep Web represents one technological path, while the fortress represents another. If nothing unexpected happens, cyberspace is going to be a lot of trouble in the future."

The Rich Lady Aiai Prototype showed a thoughtful expression.

If the deep web represents digitalization, hardware upgrades, and software acceleration, and can be considered a legitimate virtual world, then the style of Fortress is probably a different story.

Personality experiments, human nature experiments, species experiments, hybrid evolution experiments, disruptive social transformation...

"Kindness?"

The senior engineer suddenly remembered something.

The early waves of the cyberpunk trend, such as 'amnesia,' 'personality reset,' 'neural theft,' and 'conceptual entity parasitism,' all seem to fall into this category.

Therefore, the timing of the arrival of the memory mother is not actually a coincidence.

During the period when the fortress controlled the network, certain forces conducted a series of experiments to secretly fund the growth of the 'Memory Matrix'.

After all, the memory matrix of childhood is not invincible; at least with the combined efforts of three planetary mainframes, it can still be sealed.

In fact, the senior engineer had a bold, even somewhat absurd, idea.

Is the fortress an inside agent for the "Memory Matrix"?

Although the possibility was extremely slim, for some reason, this strange thought suddenly popped into the engineer's mind.

"So, why do you insist that I drag you into this?"

Elisa's words interrupted the senior engineer's rambling thoughts.

"I want to infiltrate Cybertron's armory and steal some good stuff while they're asleep and their internal defenses are weak," he said frankly.

"You--"

Elisa couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Hacking into the internal systems of a planet's mainframe and stealing its technological data is tantamount to suicide.

"Within Cybertron, there are 151,324 completely unrelated weapon systems. With all signals blocked, do you think you could hack into any one of them in just five minutes?"

"So, there are still five minutes left," the Rich Lady Aiai Prototype muttered to herself, "That should be about enough."

"You're not really going, are you?" Elisa asked in surprise.

"That's right, please help me teleport to the 'Fire Seed Gate', Sister Elisa. Leave the rest to me."

"Is this kid crazy, or am I crazy?"

After everyone disappeared, Elisa rubbed her head and muttered to herself, "Beauty really does lead people astray. Looking at that girl's face that I wanted to ravage, I even believed her nonsense."

"What's wrong with you?"

Outside the golden gate, a place accessible only to those with Big Data Conceptual Entity, a figure barged in without any politeness.

She was a mature woman with very little clothing on her body, a sophisticated face, pink eyes, colorful hair, and a figure that would make anyone's hormones surge at first sight.

"Simulation is in a crucial period of changing the Golden Rule. What are you doing here for no reason?" Elisa said irritably.

The super mature woman licked her bright red lips and took a deep breath of the residual gas from the Rich Lady Aiai Prototype.

"I can smell it!"

"What do you smell?"

"The taste of the latest pretty boy template in the virtual machine."

As we all know, virtual machines offer excellent character creation services, allowing users to customize their characters to their liking. However, on some websites that are not suitable for children, the original templates always rank first. The reason is simple: the female templates are created based on the face of the virtual queen herself.

And now, she has found the next popular template type.

If the senior engineer knew that he had become the object of the Queen of Simulation's attention, he would surely feel deeply honored.

After all, the earliest versions of the "Rich Woman's Love Prototype" series all bore some resemblance to the other party.

Now, he stood before a golden gate, its intricate patterns adorned with blazing golden flames, the very energy of a fire seed.

This energy is so powerful that it can even incinerate a level 60 virtual life form.

This is the gate to Cybertron's Temple of Life, the very heart of Cybertron, where all sparks are conceived.

To enter, there is no other way but to input the core life code of the Cybertronian robots.

There weren't any particularly advanced techniques involved, and the main reason why the senior engineer was confident enough to get involved was—

He really knew what the password was.