Consciousness Packet Technology

Accompanied by cold words, the image that the senior engineer had seen before appeared—the woman with the indistinct face.

Its expression was sinister and wicked, its eyes seemed to be constantly oozing venom that threatened to "illegally obtain instructions." Its fingernails had disappeared, its fingers had lengthened, and its skin was wrinkled, making it look like a hybrid of a Western witch and a Black Mountain demon. When it moved, there was the sound of its claws stomping on the data network, a dense series of "tick-tock" sounds.

"Boss, my wife—" Black Python felt his teeth chattering.

"Yes, your wife went to the toilet," the senior engineer said calmly.

"Is this her, her previous personality?"

"If I'm not mistaken, your wife's previous personality has already been eliminated by her."

"Cyber Hacker are different from other professions. Split personality is a taboo among taboos. I don't know why Scorpion entered Puppet City, but since she developed her second personality, it means that the two personalities absolutely cannot coexist. Strike first and you'll be in trouble."

"Wait a minute, boss, my wife takes 'personality balancing agents' every month, just like me. If she only has one personality, why would she need to take drugs?"

"Please, your wife's main account is that of a world-ranked 11th-ranked super hacker. It's not that easy to completely erase her account."

"Look on the bright side, maybe he's just gone crazy."

"Hiss~~"

Scorpion, who had logged into the hacker account, didn't care about the two idiots talking nonsense. She had put in a lot of effort to hack into Pocket's brain.

That's right, the scene before us, which looks like looking at the stars through a space telescope, is Dou's brain. The smarter the brain, the brighter its light.

And Dou's data brain shines as brightly as the stars.

The venom in the scorpion's eyes flowed even faster, falling from its cheeks onto the nerve bundles and into the brain sulci, which were comparable to the Mariana Trench. It burned the superior frontal gyrus, the central lobule, and the cuneiform lobule, causing them to hiss and smoke, producing a thicker smoke than ever before.

Then, a thick, invisible scorpion stinger plunged into the mist, and a massive amount of user code flew wildly, almost engulfing the world. Countless faces were replaced and brains were smoking. As the code was being spat out, a small crack slowly opened.

The scorpion grabbed her husband and shoved him into the crevice. The senior engineer walked slowly in the middle, and finally, Mr. Brainstem pulled the mainframe and jumped in together.

The four of them felt as if they had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

As the old saying goes, when you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.

When you take off your pants and pee into the abyss, the abyss will spray you out.

Then, with flashes of light and a jumble of visions, the group of five came to their senses only to find themselves sprayed out onto the streets of Hive City.

Scorpion reverted to the female programmer's face, and her expression was quite unpleasant.

Black Python subconsciously stomped on the ground with his paw. It was hard and didn't seem like an illusion. However, he felt that his intelligence was not enough and he needed a smarter brain, so he poked Senior Engineer.

"Boss, what's the situation now?"

"Don't you think your wife's expression right now is similar to when she found out you had 13 wives and 26 mistresses before?"

"It is very similar."

"That situation is quite bad."

The senior engineer turned his head and glanced at the mainframe computer, which seemed hesitant to speak and had a conflicted expression. He then smiled.

"Let me explain the current situation to you."

"First of all, high-end business battles often only require the simplest cooking methods, so I plan to kidnap our domineering CEO and genius scientist from the very beginning and force him to surrender to me."

Clearly, the plan failed.

Not only did we fail to catch the CEO, but he also opened the company's firewall, that virtual space, and trapped us.

Then, in order to save our lives, our Poison Sister decisively took action, preparing to hack into the enemy's brain to help us unlock the virtual space and return to the real world.

But it now appears that the hacking plan has also failed.

"But didn't we escape?" the black python said.

"Look at this street, and then look at this Hive City. Don't you feel something's missing?"

"What's missing?" The black python vaguely remembered that this was a path they had taken before arriving, called "Central Avenue," and they had been walking along the street—

"The beehive, no, the beehive is gone!" the black python exclaimed.

"That's right, how could a perfectly good mechanical mainframe suddenly disappear?" The senior engineer seemed to be talking to someone else, but also to himself. "It seems that it really has a different personality and its skills have become rusty. We haven't really left the virtual space."

The scorpion's face was even darker.

Mr. Brainstem frowned and said, "Mr. G, can you tell us exactly where we are right now?"

"Good question," the senior engineer said, looking at the mainframe. "Why don't you, as the chief scientist, explain it?"

On the head of the mainframe, a screen lit up, with a horizontal line above and below. Above it was a digital space composed of countless code signals, and below it was the real world composed of countless individuals.

"Originally, cyberspace and the real world were clearly separated, but the 'Electronic Brain Project' severed that line."

The horizontal line was torn off, and the signal and the crowd were mixed together, like a pot of boiling digital hell soup.

"This does not mean that the physical parameters in reality are to be broken; they are merely affected."

The real problem lies with us, with humanity itself.

Once cyberspace sinks, all of a person's external senses—touch, hearing, taste, etc.—could be manipulated.

Your vision can be simulated, your sense of touch can be overdrawn, and your sense of taste can be modified.

You can indulge in extravagant luxury in the decadent world beyond freedom, but your true self may be lying in a garbage dump, waiting to die.

You may feel that your physical body is so strong that it's like that of a superman, but your actual physical body may not even have hands and feet.

Virtual machines, networking devices, network access pods, and human biochips—in the past, any of these operations required these devices.

But now, it's no longer needed.

You might just be out on the street one day, and suddenly your vision is transported to a place thousands of miles away, your sense of taste is stuffed into a cesspool, your hearing is in an opera house with the world's best symphony orchestra, and your sense of touch is probably in bed with some woman.

This is not alarmist; it is something that is bound to happen.

So, getting back to the point, you asked where we are now. Our physical bodies are probably inside the mechanical mainframe, but as for our various sensations, with the next switch of 'Kabuto', I can only tell you responsibly.

It's probably within the planetary range.

The senior engineer narrowed his eyes and suddenly laughed, "Main computer, it seems you've figured it out too. If your boss really wanted to save you, you wouldn't be with us now, right?"

"That's true, but I have to clarify that no company has done large-scale brain-computer interface modifications before. It's extremely difficult to manipulate such a massive amount of data and distinguish individual data within it in a short period of time."

"I have a question," Mr. Brainstem suddenly said, "If, in the Electronic Brain Project, our various senses can be separated, then once the senses are destroyed, what happens to the physical body—"

"As you might expect, with sensory data destroyed, physical organs will also suffer a devastating blow."

Mr. Brainstem turned pale.

A buzzing sound suddenly rang out, and the next moment, a black line appeared in the sky. The black line began to spread out and eventually turned into mechanical bees, with pulse blades popping out from their ferocious claws.

In this city, there are only four entities that need to be transformed.

"It seems this is a more dangerous virtual space," the senior engineer clenched his fist, feeling a distinctly unfamiliar sensation. He then opened the system panel, level 12 (space under lockdown).

I glanced at the attributes again.

They're as weak as can be.

"So, you've brought me back to my pre-transmigration level."

"Run! What are you waiting for?!" Black Python was the first to react, grabbing his wife and making a hasty retreat.

"I have a question for you!" Scorpion finally snapped out of his daze and stared intently at the mainframe, "Why didn't my hacking break through that person's brain defenses? I clearly deleted all of his brain data."

The "mainframe" hesitated for a moment, and finally a line of text lit up on its face screen.

"Because of consciousness packet technology."