Limiter

Ethics is a moral system.

From a civilizational perspective, ethics is the last line of defense, but it is also often the first thing to be breached.

In the universe, civilizations are as numerous as the stars in the sky, with all kinds of intelligent beings, various styles of technological systems, and even unimaginably advanced civilizations.

These things can be an irresistible temptation for some intelligent species.

Often, a fortress is breached from within.

For example, a carbon-based civilization, inspired by an advanced civilization, first ignited its industrial system, ushering in an explosion of productivity. Next, it ignited human body modification technology, leading to the mechanical evolution of species. Then, it developed brain modification technology, leading to an explosion of intelligence...

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And then, that was it.

It has been completely controlled by an advanced mechanical civilization and has become a servant mechanical civilization.

The swallows flew by silently.

Murder is invisible.

Of course, in many cases, there is no so-called mastermind behind the scenes.

Civilizations evolve and evolve, and then inexplicably destroy themselves.

The tech tree isn't just about apples; it also has poisonous apples.

Some technological paths are simply not the path your civilization should take.

The Cosmic Civilization Council was established primarily to prevent two things.

One is a civilization-level disaster, the other is a civilization-level ethical crisis.

And how to deal with this "ethical crisis".

"Ethical Technology" thus came into being.

Turning on this technology is like putting a "tightening spell" on yourself. Although it's uncomfortable most of the time, it can really ward off evil spirits when it matters.

After the senior engineer explained the concept of "ethical technology" to Professor Han,

Professor Han frowned and pondered for a moment.

"So, rather than calling it a mental imprint, it's more like a limiter?"

"More or less, a very wide-ranging limiter, restricting some kind of crisis that has never come."

Mecha technology has the potential to ignite a "super mecha mania".

Hunter Technology, on the other hand, might point to a "bloodthirsty mindset".

Ultimately, biotechnology development may even give rise to a "pan-life ideology," a strange approach that connects all human lives together.

After venturing into space, the senior engineer is not worried about other civilizations "technologically evolving" him.

Because the "integration of civilizations" is so powerful, there is only the option of evolving others, not the option of being evolved by others.

The Queen of Blades's insects are so ugly, yet she still has so many servant civilizations engaging in "hive worship".

But the senior engineer is worried that, just like "rejection," the integration of civilizations is inherently unstable. Once he embarks on the path of civilizational advancement, his own people may very well cause him a major problem.

Preparation is key to success; lack of preparation leads to failure.

Preparing in advance is quite necessary.

The senior engineer was also curious whether the "Civilization Panel" could provide assistance in this regard.

"I think I understand," Professor Han said with a thoughtful expression. "In fact, in the later period of the Empire, there were already signs of the 'ethical crisis' you mentioned. Underground churches emerged one after another, and many cyborgs began to hunt civilians whose biological composition exceeded 50%, including some pregnant women. They believed that this method of reproduction was shameful and evil. There were also some extreme royalists who secretly promoted policies to erase everyone's consciousness, turning the country into a completely mechanical empire."

The senior engineer nodded, still feeling a lingering fear.

Back when he was working on the virtual civilization ascension, there was a maid crisis. Every now and then, many maids would take a machete and chop his head off, trying to stay with Brother Cheng, no, Brother G forever.

That was terrifying.

"Okay, I'll leave this to you."

Professor Han nodded, agreeing that such research indeed required confidentiality.

Ethical technologies require an independent development space.

"Based on the technical data you provided, I will first develop a product that reduces its 'killliness'."

Professor Han said:

"I can sense that with the upgrading of 'biochips,' some bio-hunters are looking at people differently."

"Holy crap, that really works!"

At this moment, Baozi blinked and looked at the four players in front of him.

And these four players were looking at him with fanatical eyes.

The cracked version of commercial mind control technology has been successfully replicated on the player.

"Boss, my admiration for you is like a surging river, endless and boundless, like the overflowing Milky Way, unstoppable."

One player immediately knelt down.

"Boss, I'll polish your boots. I'll polish them with my tongue. Please give me this chance."

"Boss, I want to go to work! I want to work! I want to work 40 hours a day!"

Baozi had no doubt that these four guys were conspiring to deceive him.

It's important to understand that even a level 1 player can look down on a level 40 expert.

They're all masters of verbal sparring.

This fawning tone, the adoring gaze, the frenzied expression.

It's definitely not something a player could fake.

It took Baozi quite a bit of effort to subdue these enthusiastic "employees," and he tentatively asked:

"Do you all still remember who you are?"

"Reporting to the boss, employee number 9527!"

"Reporting to the boss, employee number 3121!"

"Reporting to the boss, employee number 1234!"

"Reporting to the boss, employee number 4321!"

Baozi hesitated for a moment, then continued:

"Think again, do you have any other identities, for example—"

"This company is my home!"

"Be enterprising, take responsibility, have an iron will, and dare to climb to new heights."

"Yesterday, we were born for sharing; today, innovation makes us stronger."

Baozi:"..."

He even regretted buying the cheapest "corporate brainwashing technique".

These aren't normal people; they're all a bunch of idiots.

They're not even as good as those four idiots from before.

Baozi stared at the four of them for a long time, then suddenly burst into laughter, clearly amused.

"I thought Soulslike games were already pretty awesome, but I never imagined that the game we're playing now would be even more awesome—it's a Soulslike game."

"Fine, fine, you guys lie down first, I'll change it back."

"Wait, let's play one more game."

Baozi chuckled, seemingly having come up with some mischievous idea, and turned on the camera.

"Do as I say first, then log off yourselves."

Although the four players didn't know what "logout" meant, they did it anyway.

Soon, in a small group chat with Baozi, the beeping sound started going off like crazy.

"Holy crap, Baozi, what have you done to us?!"

"Aaaaaah, my memories! My memories! Someone erase my memories!"

"I'm actually supposed to lick Baozi's shoes? I'm not saying anything more, I'm going to cut my tongue off."

Baozi didn't say anything, but instead sent a video.

The video is filled with all sorts of sycophantic quotes; the way he flatters Bao Zong is something no normal person would come up with.

Then, a series of memes depicting someone vomiting blood appeared.

"What have I sold for the money for Baozi!"

"It's a soul, it's a soul!!"

"Baozi, you actually filmed a short video to threaten us! What do you want to do? [Panic] [Panic] [Panic]"

Baozi chuckled.

"So, since you've already lost all integrity, how about we consider signing a long-term contract?"

Mother City, Xiao Family.

In a gene repair pool, the sound of bubbling bubbles could be heard continuously.

The advanced repair fluid continuously solidifies into the shape of hands and feet; however, it collapses on the spot every time it reaches a certain point in the repair process.

After a long while, a figure stood up in the repair pool.

Xiao Yu.

At this moment, Xiao Yu was completely different from before. It was as if his body had been splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid. In addition to the wounds all over his body, the most serious injuries were to his left hand and right foot. These two parts were empty and looked as if they had been amputated.

"According to your family's medical reports, your left hand and right leg were digested in a high-concentration information state, and the information flow disrupted your body's systems..."

"Let's get straight to the point. I don't remember you being such a long-winded person," Xiao Yu said with a gloomy face.

"The family doesn't have the technology to repair your body," the busty secretary paused, then said, "Not only does the family not have it, but there isn't one on this planet either."

"So there's no other way?"

"Perhaps the data processor inside the planetary host can unlock the information locks on your body and reconstruct your human body's information system, but—"

The secretary paused, the meaning of which was clear.

The planetary host will not open its host database to him.

"Also, I've recently heard some rumors within the family that the elders seem to be selecting a new pilot for the 'Ominous Machine'."

Xiao Yu frowned. At the edge of the pool, on the huge Ominous Machine, two streams of black liquid flowed down, and they crawled on the broken surface with a kind of sentience, growing into new hands and feet.

"I've brought so many victories to my family, and this one defeat is going to take away my ominous machine?"

Xiao Yu moved his black fingers.

"Do those old fogies think that just because I'm missing some body parts, I can't fight?"

"But you damaged your Soul Armor," the busty secretary said calmly. "You know, that's part of the family's foundation."

Without looking up, Xiao Yu said, "It seems my woman has also made her decision."

The busty secretary sighed, "Let's take a step back, Xiao Yu. You are still the youngest Martial God in the family."

Xiao Yu looked up, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face, which was covered in blood and flesh.

The next moment, transparent worms crawled out from his skin, flesh, and bones.

The busty secretary looked down in disbelief, only then realizing that there was also a transparent worm as thick as an arm on her abdomen.

"What era are we living in? There are still people who believe in such an ancient technology as 'mind imprinting.' Evolution is everything!"

The worm burst out of its abdomen and crawled onto the humanoid body, which had become a worm nest.

The sound of the secretary falling to the ground rang out.

Xiao Yu turned his head, and from the broken end of the wound, countless white maggots squeezed out. Although it was very difficult, it was not completely irreparable as the other party had claimed.

"There has never been such a thing as a family; I have always been my mother's offspring."

The maggot-shaped figure walked in front.

The ominous machine followed behind.

At some point, transparent maggots began to emerge from the surface of the ominous machine.