Biochemical Brain-Computer Interface

The aristocrats in the clouds are immortal, and so are the super entrepreneurs.

This is common knowledge in cyberspace.

The technology that underpins this common sense is consciousness replication—

Human consciousness has become part of the network cable. The consciousness of the wealthy who have money transferred is flowing and transmitted in the sky. Memories, emotions and thoughts are all packaged into data packets and flow endlessly.

But this cost is extremely high, so high that only the wealthy can afford it.

But ordinary people are different—

The memories of every ordinary person are like flowing sand; they slip through our fingers, flowing downwards endlessly.

If you live to be 100, your life will be like a movie playing continuously for 36,500 days, with a total of 756,864,000 frames.

When your memory stops at the last frame, that's the moment you die.

No one can change everything.

Besides technology.

Dou felt as if he were surrounded by a white light.

Voices whispered in his ears, both male and female, layer upon layer, until finally the images surged towards him like a tidal wave, impossible to escape, and he was completely submerged in the boundless scenes of memory.

Then, a giant hand enveloped the white light, consciousness transformed into memory, memory transformed into data, and the data was uploaded to become a consciousness package.

A consciousness package contains all of a person's memories.

All that is lost, broken, and forgotten is dug out from the underlying logic of the brain.

Finally, Kabuto, dressed in a white priest's robe, reverently held a mechanical brain and placed it in the groove of a marble pillar.

"I invented a new 'consciousness packet' technology, and I've preserved my life forever!"

"This technology is no longer exclusive to the wealthy, nor is it monopolized by super-corporations; everyone can enjoy it equally."

"Once my technology becomes widespread, the chaos and evil of cyberspace will be completely reversed."

"If only..."

"I must remind you, indulging in the pleasures of the consciousness space may not be conducive to your next plan." A familiar voice rang in Dou's mind.

"Splash—"

In the mechanical brain of Hive City

A figure sat up from the nutrient tank, and the electrode pads on his head fell off with his movement, revealing the dense, earthworm-like nerve pathways that stretched his skin and covered his skull.

These are the costs of uploading consciousness.

He was once a handsome young man, but now he has a more ferocious look.

But Kabuto didn't care, and the Doctor also ignored it, calmly saying:

"I must remind you that while you are enjoying yourself, the Venus Life Safety Group has already begun their Electronic Brain Project in the third mechanical city."

"How could it be so fast?"

"These are images that our corporate warriors risked their lives to secretly capture."

As the doctor pressed a button, a video clip appeared that lasted less than five seconds.

In the vast city, every street was covered by crowds, and every building was filled with "living people" who roared, howled, and tore off their scalps to reveal the slits squeezed out by biochemical drugs on the back of their heads, or rather, "brain-computer interfaces".

Brain-computer interface on the purely biological side.

The video abruptly ended after just five seconds.

"A biochemical virus?!" Kabuto's expression turned serious.

"Yes, a very special level 8 biological virus that spreads to various cities, creating a zombie horde. These zombies are different from ordinary radiation zombies; their brains are not burned. This 'zombie behavior' is actually a brain-sealing protection due to evolution."

"They want to turn the entire planet into a zombie planet?" Dou was taken aback.

"If this virus is as infectious as the zombie virus we understand it to be, then it's clear that their 'brain-computer interface modification' speed will be extremely fast!"

"If this virus is spread in any human settlement, then humans will spread it on their own without even having to do anything."

The doctor sighed, "I've heard that 'Venus Life' has conducted a lot of underground biochemical experiments in the colonies. It seems the rumors are true; they really are planning something big."

Dou still had some doubts:

"If there are no living people on this planet, then the 'Electronic Brain Project' is completely meaningless. A bunch of lunatics can't improve the computing power of cyberspace."

The greatest strength of humans, or intelligent species, lies in their logic, which forms the basis of artificial data networks.

The doctor shook his head:

"First of all, biochemical viruses are not necessarily without an antidote. The purpose of spreading the virus is to spread it. After achieving this goal, the human body will most likely develop immunity."

Secondly, perhaps this is precisely what this biotech giant aims to achieve.

"Through 'medicine,' we maintain the normal state of humanity, but in order to prevent them from turning into zombies, everyone on the planet has to work for it."

"Personality balancers, electronic drugs, and gene-customized drugs—every biotech company is trying to develop similar drugs."

"They want to achieve a monopoly on 'intelligence'."

The doctor expressed his concern:

"The concern now is whether our mechanical brain modifications can stop the infection once this virus enters Hive City."

Dou took a deep breath, his brain racing:

"I need more data to study this virus."

"As long as the virus does not spread on a large scale, it will not undergo further evolution."

"Notify all companies with mechanical modification plans; I need their help."

In corporate warfare, alliances and counter-alliances are basic operations. Some "brain-computer interface" solutions can be cooperated on, since they are only different in terms of technical parameters; but some technical routes are mortal enemies.

For example, the biological side of brain-computer interface and the mechanical side of brain-computer interface are completely a life-or-death struggle.

The more dangerous the technological transformation, the more likely it is to be targeted in the early stages.

And this is the most crucial factor in corporate warfare, where the weak defeat the strong.

As the two were discussing, the voice of the artificial intelligence suddenly rang out—

"Boss, chief expert, four people have arrived outside. They claim to be your allies."

"The super genius boy Kabuto is a talent that countless large companies have wanted to recruit, but none have succeeded in doing so."

Mr. Brainstem sighed.

"Unexpectedly, he created a new conglomerate in just two years and even participated in the corporate war."

The senior engineer glanced at the other person sideways.

"Your 'winning over' includes assassinations and ambushes, right?"

Mr. Brainstem smiled modestly:

"It's not just us doing it. After all, other companies want his person, while our biological institution only wants his brain."

"Hehe."

"Mr. G, I don't understand. Shouldn't we be meeting up with Ms. Ye? Why are we here?"

The senior engineer did not answer. The next moment, the mechanical door slowly opened, and a strong smell of blood rushed out. A tall, burly man modified from a gear led a group of level 30 corporate warriors to the four of them.

"Our boss wants to see you."

The senior engineer curiously examined the other party. A melee machine made entirely of gears was extremely rare. In particular, the dangerous aura emanating from the other party gave off a strange sense of familiarity.

"May I ask your name?"

"Security department, Shan Shen."

"So it was Supervisor Shan."

The senior engineer was certain that the 50+ year old cyborg in front of him was not a product of the neural editing group; in other words, he was a super mercenary.

"Strange, every modder above level 50 should have a name and a background, so why haven't I heard of this one? Or rather, how did he join the neural editing group?"

A level 2 civilization can mass-produce tier 1 units, while only a level 3 civilization can mass-produce tier 2 units.

In other words, individuals with combat strength above level 50 cannot be mass-produced, at least on this planet. They are the culmination of technology, willpower, and talent, and are true masters in the real sense.

Similarly, Shan Shen's expression also turned serious.

As the saying goes, living things rely on breath, and machines rely on data. On his combat system, the person in front of him, including the tall man dressed as a worker behind him, are both specially marked by the combat system and are extremely dangerous.

"This kind of person shouldn't go directly to see the boss."

Unfortunately, he didn't have the final say.

Upon entering the city and seeing the transformed Hive City, the black python instinctively opened its mouth wide.

"Wow, so many brains!"

After the crazy transformation, now all that's left on the streets are ordinary people who have been successfully transformed, and a pile of skulls.

Looking at the ordinary person who hadn't yet woken up from the experiment, with half his head covered in blood and the other half completely mechanized, Black Python subconsciously touched his head and gasped.

"I don't want such a big hole drilled into my head, it hurts so much!"