A Breeze Rises from the Duckweed's End

In virtual space, all of the Venus Group's biocomputers are simulating this battle.

Biological data uploading, biological data simulation, biological data learning and evolution.

In this respect, biological computers have a unique advantage.

Biological computers are also divided into many types, such as cell computers, molecular computers, bioelectric computers, and biochip computers.

Each one has a different function and lateral direction.

In a sense, brain-computer interfaces are also a type of biological computer, equivalent to a portable device within a biological computer.

To complement brain-computer interfaces, the Venus Life Safety Group developed an auxiliary computing device called the Bio-Model Computer.

Its core principles are twofold:

First, its computing power is terrifying, almost on par with a planetary mainframe.

Secondly, it doesn't exist in reality, but rather in the network; it's somewhat like a 'virtual machine,' a 'super virtual machine' based on countless brains.

No one can destroy it on a physical level.

At this moment, in an encrypted node in cyberspace.

A biological computer is integrating the computing power of ten million "brain-computers".

It doesn't look like a desktop computer or a brain access pod, but rather like a dense array of light points, resembling a starry night sky. Each star is a brain, and the interaction between these "stars" generates computing power tens of thousands of times greater than that of silicon-based chips.

The algorithm that enables this "biological model" to operate without any problems is also the core secret of the Venus Life Safety Group.

At that moment, a star suddenly twinkled.

Then, another star twinkled.

Radiation Zone, a survival point for futurists.

Old Xu is washing his wife's hair.

Ever since using some kind of radioactive water to turn his wife's hair into that of a goddess from the South China Sea, Old Xu has been determined to wash his wife's hair back to its original state.

"Old Xu, are you sure this recipe is reliable?" His wife looked at him with a dangerous gaze.

"Of course, I used it myself first, and the hair regrowth effect is amazing, it's a cure for male pattern baldness."

"Then I'll give you another chance," his wife said uneasily, as if remembering something else. "By the way, Lao Xu, I don't know why, but the back of my head has been itchy lately. When I touch it, it feels like there's a cut. I've seen other people with the same cut. Could we have been infected by radiation again and mutated into some strange thing?"

"It's alright, didn't I say? Radiation doesn't work on us centenarians. We've had this happen before, haven't we? Radiation infection, with all sorts of strange symptoms, then a fever for two or three days, and then you recover."

While washing his wife's hair, Old Xu comforted her:

"Didn't we do some research? It's probably because of our terminal illness that our bodies have developed some kind of incredibly powerful antibody. As soon as the radiation comes in, it immediately stimulates the antibody to evolve and kill these future children."

"You're right, ugh~ what formula did you use this time? My head's burning!"

"No, this is standard volcanic mud. I've studied it, and it doesn't have much radiation."

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, it hurts so much! You old bastard, are you trying to kill me to fight your bio-human mistress? It hurts so much!"

Seeing his wife's head steaming like a boiled egg, Old Xu panicked. He quickly took out his long-stored bottle of purified water and poured it over her head, then applied an ice towel to cool her down. It took a long time to bring the high temperature down.

His wife lay listlessly in the tent, muttering about her husband's unreliability. She casually reached out and pulled out a bone ring the size of a coin.

"Hmm, what is this?"

"Hey honey, the hole in the back of my head is gone!"

"I knew it, the vaccine in my body is working again."

In the marching zombie horde, a seemingly ordinary-looking "brain zombie" suddenly felt a sharp pain in its head, its body temperature visibly rose, and blue smoke rose from its brain openings.

However, as the high fever and pain subsided, his eyes gradually cleared from a dazed state.

"Hiss~~"

He instinctively touched the back of his head and found his hand covered in blood, along with a bone ring.

"What is this? What the hell is going on?!"

Seeing the scene resembling a 'Resident Evil', the man was startled. What surprised him even more was that even after he regained his senses and acted differently from a 'zombie,' no one paid any attention to him.

"Why?"

"Do they still see me as a zombie?"

Helena approached Judy.

Although neither of them are the originals, but rather clones, their memories, personalities, and physical abilities are exactly the same as before.

"There's a problem!" 'Hyrona' said seriously.

"How could that be? My electronic defense system hasn't detected any signs of a hacker attack."

"It's not on a virtual level, but on a biological level; my body feels slightly uncomfortable."

Judy's expression changed. "When did this happen?!"

"Not long ago."

Although Judy disliked Helena, a big-breasted but brainless sycophant, she had to admit that every senior executive in the group was capable. Helena's gene research department had made great achievements for the group. Most importantly, Helena herself was actually a meat can.

The so-called "canned meat" is a very rare constitution. Just as canned food can kill microorganisms and preserve it, most mutated cells and genes cannot affect her. She can even sense changes in some microorganisms in her body that have not yet been discovered by research.

So despite her large breasts, she is a renowned research master in the field of biology.

If she feels there's a problem, then there must be a problem.

The two women quickened their pace simultaneously, heading towards a research center.

"What happened?"

"Antibodies, I can feel them, antibodies against the 'brain-computer interface virus' are being generated."

"How could antibodies be stimulated in such a short time?! The brain-computer interface's computing power hasn't weakened at all!" Judy exclaimed in surprise.

"I'm not sure, but I have a feeling that antibodies against the brain-computer interface virus are being produced rapidly in the human body."

"Impossible!" Judy suddenly raised her voice. "Artificial intelligence, connect me to the cloud!"

The next moment, their figures disintegrated into code and disappeared from reality.

In the storage space of cloud computing, one "mountain of heads" after another rises from the ground. On each head, there is a biological conduit that leads to the starry sky, which is the "biological large model computer".

Looking around, there are thousands of such mountains, and more "head mountains" are slowly rising.

This indicates that the brain-computer interface modification is progressing smoothly.

The number of "personal accounts" has not decreased, but has instead been increasing.

"Activate the radar and perform systemic detection on all living organisms."

"Okay, Manager Judy."

Accompanied by the voice of artificial intelligence, an electronic light shone from the eye area of each head.

Ten minutes later, the voice of artificial intelligence rang out again:

"Test complete. All brain-computer interfaces are functioning normally."

Judy turned to Helena and said with a serious expression, "This is no joke."

"I'm not joking," 'Hayona' said with a rare serious expression. "What good would it do me to lie to you?"

"But that doesn't make sense."

Helena frowned and thought for a moment:

"Actually, that makes sense."

"If you consider 'brain-computer interfaces' as a complex human biological algorithm, then 'antigens' are another kind of biological algorithm."

"If a virus can provide data and enhance computing power, then conversely, if an antibody, a protein algorithm, also provides data and enhances computing power, then it won't be able to be detected."

"You mean, 'antibodies' function the same as 'viruses'?"

Judy stood there stunned for a long time, then muttered to herself:

"Brain-computer interface, data transmission, wireless, wireless, biomagnetic field assimilation—yes, as long as the 'antibody' algorithm is consistent with the 'virus,' then uploading it to the network will naturally go undetected. But then, what's the difference between it and a virus?"

"The difference is that once the antibody has completely killed the virus, it will weaken or even disappear. When this happens, it's like the body suddenly losing internet access; data can't be uploaded, and operations become impossible!"

"Our brain-computer interface project will be ruined in an instant!"

"Time, the specific time!"

"It usually takes five to six months, sometimes as short as three months, or even less."

Judy was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.

Even if it takes half a year, a corporate war might not be over. If a major power outage suddenly occurs at the end, wouldn't all the previous efforts be in vain?

"Terrible, absolutely terrifying!"

The two exchanged a glance, both sensing something was wrong.

In this respect, only biological computers have an advantage, but their group possesses the most powerful biological computing system, surpassing even the other major biological companies in this aspect.

How could the enemy have accomplished this in such a short time?

Unless--

Unless--

Unless, of course, it's their own biological computer that analyzed the virus and generated the antibodies themselves!?

Judy was startled by her own thought.

How could she doubt her own mother!