Ethical Technology

The senior engineer left these weapon technology drawings with Director Du.

In addition to these, there are also blueprints for "meat machinery technology".

The latter numbered much more, numbering over a thousand.

Once their own faction completes the reverse deduction of "meat machine technology", they will naturally be able to create anti-rejection equipment.

As for creating the "Honkai Knights," that's something I'll have to do myself.

After thinking it over, the senior engineer rejected the plan to visit Pang Xiang.

With the Mother Nest Repairer, a "Repairable Level 3 Civilization Building," anything that isn't instantly destroyed can be saved.

There's no point in going.

We'll talk to Pang Xiang about the future after he finishes his physical recovery.

"They're gone."

After confirming that nothing was missing, the senior engineer quickly left the Northern Hemisphere and arrived at a newly built machinery city in the Southern Hemisphere.

The streets of this mechanical city are bustling with all sorts of modified beings walking among them, each with all kinds of brain-computer interfaces on the back of their heads.

On both sides of the street, there were also many players sitting on small stools, hawking brain-computer interface devices.

There are quite a few players here.

"Screen protectors are here! Regular transparent protectors are 50 (likely referring to a specific type of screen protector), LCD wear-resistant protectors are 150, static cling protectors are 250, bulletproof protectors are 600, and there are even special massage protectors! In short, don't miss out!"

"Weapon repair! Weapon repair! For weapon repair skills of level 10 or higher, and after spending over 20,000, receive a free weapon attachment!"

"Let's team up! Ranged and mind-attack specialists preferred, melee fighters out of the question!"

"Looking for a level 2 gaming husband to help me level up, someone who can use voice chat, cosplay, and warm my bed."

"Holy crap, a cross-dressing master."

Baozi was strolling lazily down the street.

Baozi has now upgraded his equipment. His brain-computer interface is equipped with an automatic controller, and behind him are four level 35 combat robots, each two meters tall, all equipped with second-tier mechanical components, and each robot even carries a second-tier, excellent-grade energy gun.

"Holy crap, that's a big spender!"

"Holy crap, black market dealers!"

"Holy crap, a pay-to-win player!"

"Let's go get steamed Baozi together!"

"Dry him to death!"

"Hack into his head, force him to take the little blue pill, and put him on a loop of Animal World day and night!"

Nowadays, players are no longer the complete noobs they were when they first entered the game; now there is a clear hierarchy.

High-level players who have completed their second job advancement and entered the middle ranks of various organizations.

2. Professional players at level 30.

And even more newbies.

During this process, Baozi's reputation as a shrewd businessman began to spread widely, not only because he was one of the earliest prosthetic doctors and he ruthlessly monopolized the prosthetic market, but also because of his various unscrupulous business practices of "buying low and selling high" and "shamelessly making money".

It successfully got players to draw all sorts of little circles and curse him.

Good morning, good afternoon, and good evening, everyone.

As if hearing the friendly greetings from his friends, Baozi smiled and said:

"Today the weather is sunny and cloudless, perfect for raising prices. I hereby announce that all prosthetic devices at Baozi Prosthetics Store will increase in price by 10%!"

"Aaaaaah, Brother Baozi, Uncle Baozi, I was just about to repair my equipment, please don't raise the price!"

"That unscrupulous merchant is definitely doing this on purpose, trying to make a fortune off the end of another war!"

"Can I blow him up? My 'Super Nekomata Modified' can kill him with a single shot from 5000 meters away."

"Forget it. He has connections. Didn't you see he was building up his 'Research Association' reputation from the start? If you kill him, don't you want your previous mission rewards?"

One player raised his chin, and the mechanical guards at the gate were greeting Baozi.

"Holy crap, how much reputation did this guy farm? He can even greet the guards!"

"Besides, he's a casual player. What good would it do you if you destroyed him? He could just hire an assassin organization to kill you down to level zero."

"By the way, have you heard? Our first 'Legendary Assassin' has been born! He's carrying a knife but no umbrella on a rainy night—the Umbrella God!"

Players have always been a group with little attention span, and soon, after all the curses about Baozi getting hit by a car and dying, the topic quickly changed again.

The cunning businessman Baozi strolled around the streets and then wandered to the Research Association. Relying on his connections, he inquired and confirmed that there were no major missions recently before returning home.

However, on the way, a piece of news caught his attention.

"Baozi, are you busy?" (A man carrying a knife but no umbrella on a rainy night.)

"Holy crap, what kind of wind blew you, a real pro, here?"

"There's a task I'm afraid I'll need your help with."

"Tell me, you've helped me a lot before, so this time the Baozi shop is giving them to you for free!"

"Do you remember the Tier 2 faction quest I did a while ago?"

"Remember, Nine Swords Descend from Heaven? It was about collecting the nine legendary assassination swords of the Assassination Alliance, right? Holy crap, Umbrella Bro, you actually collected them all!?"

Baozi sent a big exclamation emoji.

"Well, after completing the mission, I went to the Assassin King of the Assassination League to turn it in, but afterwards, I had some health problems."

"A health problem, a negative influence?"

"It's hard to explain in just a few words. I heard you're researching player data; perhaps you can help me."

"Okay, let's discuss the time and place when we meet."

After hanging up the call, Baozi stroked his chin, still unable to understand.

What kind of debuff requires a face-to-face discussion?

If you die once, wouldn't all your problems be solved?

However, when Baozi thought about the terrifying experience bar after reaching the second tier, he understood a little.

As a top-tier player, Umbrella Bro might not want to die even once.

"However, Brother Umbrella believes I can solve his problem. Does he need surgery?"

Baozi swaggered into his temporary shop.

Soon, a pretty android secretary knocked and entered, saying:

"Boss, the guest who made the reservation has arrived."

Four players walked in, their brows furrowed and their expressions rather tragic.

Baozi couldn't help but roll her eyes:

"Hey, hey, hey, you signed the contract yourselves, and you're the ones who destroyed the equipment, so don't look at me with those aggrieved eyes."

"I regret falling for your cunning scheme!"

One player sighed.

"I should have known better than to borrow money for the upgrades; now the equipment is gone too."

"You think corporate warfare is easy?" Baozi sneered. "You think you can get away with anything just because your level is close to some elite NPCs? Do you know that the strongest thing about those NPCs isn't their individual combat strength at all?"

"Want to have fun? Wait until you can shoulder-load missiles."

Another player rubbed his teeth and said:

"Baozi, we agreed that you'd only modify my brain, so don't even think about fixing my anus."

The last player shamelessly said:

"You can keep your mind, but it'll cost extra!"

Baozi rolled his eyes. "Go away, with my current net worth, I can buy a bunch of beautiful android secretaries. Why would I need to care about you guys?"

"If it weren't for researching the 'soul loss phenomenon,' I wouldn't be messing with you guys for no reason."

The so-called "soul loss phenomenon" is a brainwashing technique used by "PP bosses" a long time ago. Unless they die, they are controlled and become ruthless KPI machines, forgetting who they are.

This type of player is becoming increasingly well-known.

Many players even formed a "player self-rescue group" specifically to rescue these brainwashed players.

As a prosthetic doctor, Baozi was naturally curious about this phenomenon.

He bought a set of "commercial mind control technology" from the black market, just to try it out. Since this so-called "corporate will" can control players, can the players themselves control other players?

"Let's get started! Everyone take off your clothes and lie down. Remove the Brain-Computer Membrane!"

Just as Baozi was pondering the surgery, the senior engineer appeared on the roof of the tallest building in the new machinery city.

A group of senior members of the Research Association had been waiting for a long time.

"Mr. G."

"President."

"President."

The senior engineer looked in surprise at the skyscrapers being printed using 3D technology in the distance, and stroked his chin.

"I have to say, you guys are pretty proactive."

He couldn't help but complain.

"Hehe, it's mainly to serve the Research Association."

"After all, the Mr. G Research Association needs a headquarters."

"Technology development also needs a place like this."

A group of executives said with a fawning smile.

It's important to know that companies can apply to the parent city to establish a mechanical city for 'artificial data experiments'.

However, this approval process is very complicated and requires a variety of qualifications.

Often, even a large company's application may not be approved.

However, if one company can't handle it, it's much easier if 30 large companies apply together.

At least during the "corporate war," these participating companies genuinely intended to run the "Mr. G Research Association" properly.

The senior engineer went to see Professor Han again, an old man who had followed him since the "Cable Tribe" era.

This guy had already chosen his own tombstone because of the aging of his parts.

With Rose's help, the guy was completely transformed and looked at least 30 years younger.

After being resurrected, Professor Han was recruited by the senior engineer to take charge of the "Research Association".

Because he had said a lot of "last words" before, Professor Han kept a straight face when they met again.

"... I've already reviewed the 'basic technologies' within the Research Association, but I want to know, what exactly is the purpose of transferring me here?"

Professor Han paused:

"Or rather, there are some things that are not suitable for development within the Dugo Group."

"Don't misunderstand, I'm not asking you to conduct any dark experiments behind Director Du's back. It's just that the research direction here is indeed a bit different from that within the group."

Seeing that the other party seemed to have misunderstood something, the senior engineer quickly waved his hand.

"What I want you to study is ethical technology."

"Ethics... technology?"

Professor Han was taken aback. It was the first time he had ever heard someone put those two words together. He thought about it seriously for a moment.

"Is it something like 'mind imprint' or 'personality chip infrastructure'?"

"Pretty much, just a bit more complicated."