Different Types of Transmigrators
The fact that the senior engineer recruited "old hunters" was not a secret; at least most of the senior executives knew about it.
"So, those old foxes are coming back?" the young woman asked. She was an old acquaintance of those "old hunters."
"Almost, I need them to go and scout the way."
"Tsk tsk, look at your expression, you're going to lie again."
"Nonsense, when have I ever lied to anyone?"
"I'm not going to waste my breath on you. I have some good news for you. 'Fat Xiang' had a successful surgery, and the rejection rate was within the safe range," the young woman said.
"Is that so?" The senior engineer smiled slightly. "Then let him come with me after he has recovered enough. When I go to the mother city, I will take him to receive the most authentic martial god training."
"Okay, I'll tell him the good news later," the young woman paused, then asked curiously, "So when will you take office as minister? It's been almost half a month since the corporate war ended."
"Don't rush, I haven't finished my things at home yet. I need to arrange everything before I can go out."
"Then you can handle it yourself. Anyway, the mother city has already sent people to urge you, so hurry up."
After turning off the holographic projection, the senior engineer shook his head. He hadn't been idle lately; he had been dealing with the aftermath of the corporate war.
The end of the corporate wars is just the beginning of the "Electronic Brain Project".
He needs to promote the "virtual headset" globally, no, at least on a hemispherical scale.
The "virtual reality helmet" is not quite the same as a brain-computer interface. Once a brain-computer interface is installed, it cannot be removed, while the "virtual reality helmet" is an external device that can be removed whenever the user wants. In order to ensure the wearing time necessary for the massive computing power, the senior engineer had to put in a lot of effort to solve many practical problems with the 32 companies.
In addition, he has dispatched high-level hackers such as Paradise Bird, Ahong, and Personality Simulator to complete the first part of the hellish mission "The Final Avalanche".
That's the advantage of being a faction leader; you don't have to do the tasks yourself, you just have to wait for others to complete them.
The senior engineer also assigned another time-limited task to Gao Yuanyuan.
For this imaginative girl who can freely access corporate databases, this hellish mission isn't her hell, but someone else's.
Professional tasks should be left to professionals.
For example, a lot of information was sent over just a couple of days ago.
Gao Yuanyuan succeeded.
[You gained professional knowledge [AI algorithms]]
The entire professional knowledge chain of artificial intelligence has suddenly become apparent.
In addition, two faction knowledge chains were also activated.
[You have acquired the knowledge chain [Virtual Creator] of the Second-Tier Civilization - Artificial Data Space Faction]
[You have acquired the second-tier civilization - Artificial Data Space faction knowledge chain [Memory Storage]]
While others rely on their parents for financial support, he relies on rich women. After he's done with the rich women, he also has a younger sister.
The system describes these two faction knowledge chains as follows.
Virtual Creator: In a virtual civilization, you are the foundation of the world.
Memory Repository: In the virtual world, human memories are not false; on the contrary, they are exceptionally clear due to large-scale storage.
As a veteran who once explored the "virtual civilization" route, he was very familiar with these two knowledge chains.
Needless to say, the "Virtual Creator" is the culmination of a programmer's life's work. After reaching the maximum level in the "Neural Editor" profession, all the programming knowledge that has been unlocked is combined into a single knowledge chain, which is the "Virtual Creator".
Its primary function is to serve as the underlying architecture for the virtual world.
Legend has it that the underlying network of cyberspace was created by sacrificing thousands of "programmers" to the heavens.
The 'memory storage bank' is equally important. It is equivalent to the 'data storage center' of a virtual civilization. It is a secret among secrets of the civilization. Because it is a 'virtual civilization', its data cannot be stored in hardware. It can only store data with data and use virtuality to cover up virtuality. Therefore, the technical requirements are extremely high, even higher than 'biological cloud'.
These two professional knowledge chains are also required by senior engineers, and they must be obtained as soon as possible.
In normal times, it might be difficult to do, since super-enterprises, especially those on the virtual side, have the authority to use "planetary-level firewalls".
But the situation is special now. The Electronic Brain Project has been launched, and all the 'base stations' have been reset. In this process of replacement, a large number of network vulnerabilities will inevitably appear. And as long as there are vulnerabilities, there is value in the emergence of the 'brain-opening girl'.
If it were designed like the Cloud Nobles, where they just brainstorm, collect trade secrets, and control a few executives, that would be too low-class.
If a senior engineer is going to work on something, he should work on civilization secrets!
The most important reason why it is necessary to acquire these two "professional knowledge chains" is that these two things are essential for building an "information security vault".
Don't assume that an "information security house" is easy to build. If we were to calculate the blueprints, this "security house" would be roughly equivalent to a level 19 blueprint.
That's a technological product equivalent to an ascended civilization.
Don't even mention senior engineers; even if you let the three planetary mainframes work on it themselves, they still couldn't get it working.
If they had been able to create it, they wouldn't have been wiped out by the cyber tide.
In fact, even a senior engineer cannot create a genuine "information security house" because it does require Ascension Technology, a technology exclusive to Ascension Civilizations.
However, as a veteran of a Level 6 virtual civilization, I have built at least 10,000, if not 100,000, "safe houses".
As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. During the process, he discovered a "home remedy" that could produce 80% of the original effect without the need for advanced technology.
However, this traditional remedy requires two prerequisites.
One is a planetary host-level firewall, and at least three are required.
The other requirement is three types of Tier 3 civilization buildings, and they must be information-based; this is the minimum requirement.
In the "newbie village" of the Cyber Test Site, theoretically, you can meet all these conditions, but the reliability of this "theory" is just as unreliable as the idea that everyone can theoretically become a "billionaire".
Fortunately, once Gao Gong transmigrated, he firmly decided to stick to the rich woman's coattails for ten thousand years without wavering. Now, one rich woman has become the ruler of the android world, and the other rich woman has become a super ship girl with three templates and two fields. His licking one big white leg and the other big white leg has finally yielded a rich reward.
Without a wealthy woman, where would I get 5 billion in experience to gamble on blueprints?
However, the higher the level of the blueprint, the lower the probability of winning. When it comes to civilized buildings, even if you spend hundreds of millions, you might not even make a ripple.
Therefore, the senior engineer's main task these days has been to pray to gods and Buddhas.
"Ahhh, all the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, the leaders of the heavens, the Kings of Hell of the underworld, the supreme beings of the galaxies, the big shots of the dimensions, the rulers of the universe, the founders of the game system, the authors of a certain novel, please bless me, bless me to succeed immediately, my 21st gamble on 'civilization building', may I succeed immediately."
Fifteen million experience points were invested.
Then, several professional knowledge chains were transferred to it.
[Synthesis failed]
"Damn author!" the senior engineer cursed.
The senior engineer also wanted to do what he had done before: first, gamble on several large-scale architectural blueprints, and then use these "large-scale architectural blueprints" as a basis to synthesize civilized buildings.
But the senior engineer discovered a shocking fact: as the time he spent in the previous life increased, more and more of his memories disappeared. This disappearance was not just blurry, but completely gone.
There's no way to write it down.
This feeling is like memories playing back frantically before death; once they're over, they're gone.
The more specific the details, the more related to the system, such as blueprints, the faster you forget them.
On the contrary, the various plots, both big and small, were basically unaffected because they occurred naturally and were not influenced by the system.
Is this a memory correction or a timeline correction? Even the senior engineer couldn't figure it out.
Because this universe has legitimate time travelers, not the kind of "pirated second time travelers" like the high-level engineer, but genuine time travelers from a future point in time in this universe, trying to warn of an impending "cosmic catastrophe".
These "time travelers" share a common characteristic: they are often forgetful and often lose things, and most of their "future memories" mysteriously disappear.
Is this a common problem among time travelers?
The senior engineer's distracting thoughts flashed by, and he continued to pray to the gods and Buddhas.
[Synthesis failed]
[Synthesis failed]
[Synthesis failed]
[Synthesis failed]
Soon, the 100 million experience points went down the drain.
The senior engineer was so angry he was about to vomit blood.
Then, the voice of artificial intelligence rang out.
"Mr. G, your old friends have arrived."
"Really? Then let's go down and catch them."
On the "Great Curved Blade", Director Du was undoubtedly the primary controller, while Engineer Gao was the secondary controller.
The massive starship transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the radiation clouds.
Meanwhile, on the sea surface of Zone 18, one aircraft carrier after another sailed in from different sea areas.
Saber Tamil, Cowboy Ap, Cold-Blooded, White Bone, Clip, Pilot, Xiao Liu, Qin Peng, and other familiar faces also appeared one by one. When they saw old acquaintances, they either grinned or gave the middle finger.
Not everyone is just giving up or being studied by others. For example, Sun Tu, a mechanical modification maniac, has completely transformed himself into a "mechanical hunting monster." At first glance, he looks like a medium-sized mech equipped with all sorts of strange and wonderful weapons, and he is still the executive vice president of the "Hunter's Conference."
The reason he came was not to catch up with old friends. The main reason was that his mechanical rejection had reached its limit, and if he didn't come soon, he would probably die.
"We're old, weak, sick, and disabled—we're just missing a pregnant woman. Are there any pregnant women among you?"
A voice uttered a complaint, and many people looked up to see the young woman standing in mid-air, looking at the group of people with a half-smile.
"So it's Sister Yuan Li," Apu chuckled.
"Sister Yuanli isn't married yet, is she?"
"Sister Yuanli must be in her thirties, right?"
"Sister Yuanli, you should stick to having a flat chest."
Huang Yuanli was furious. With a flick of her finger, she sent several sharp-tongued guys flying into the air. With a twist of her fingers, they plunged headfirst into the sea. The others immediately gloated and laughed mercilessly.
The young woman couldn't help but burst into laughter, hands on her hips, clearly delighted to see an old acquaintance.
"Hurry up, you're already in the second batch."
"The second batch?" The pilot wiped the seawater off his face, glanced around, and asked, puzzled, "Didn't Old Hunter already gather almost all of them?"
"They're the old guys who are even older than you."
"No way, they're the first generation of old guys? They're still alive? They don't even know how to use prosthetics, and they're modifying themselves with us?"
The young woman curled her lip, "You act like you're so advanced."