The Birth of the Human-like Structure System

Jennifer had been distracted ever since her best friend dropped that bombshell on her. After all, her college life might never truly begin—it could already be over before it started. These past few days, she had been watching her father closely. His name was Jack Jenkins, the man who wanted to rob a bank.

Over the course of several days, Jennifer noticed her father going to the bank every single day. Putting that together with his job loss, she had a pretty good idea of what was going on. As for the acceptance letter, she still hadn't shown it to him. That thrilling news remained locked away in her heart.

She spent every day searching for jobs online. Jennifer felt she should help her father somehow. Her mother's departure hadn't brought her too much grief. As the eldest daughter in the family, she had actually noticed her mother's strangeness long ago. The day had finally come, and she couldn't understand—was money more important than family? In such a difficult time, her mother had simply chosen to leave. That was something she couldn't accept. Hatred had completely replaced sorrow.

There was still some time before school started. She could find a part-time job first, earn whatever she could. But short-term work like that was hard to come by. Businesses didn't want the hassle either, which left Jennifer feeling discouraged.

Mo Fei hadn't been idle these past few days either. He had figured out what he wanted and studied accordingly. After one last look at Jennifer, he left her computer and entered the servers of the Local Telephone Service Provider.

Mo Fei was extremely careful. Computer applications always came with computer protection. The firewall here was stronger than what you'd find on a home computer, but Mo Fei encountered no trouble at all getting in. He was also careful not to touch any data, instead slowly beginning to understand and take control of the system.

He didn't dare be careless in the slightest. He still had no idea how effective his defensive measures really were. The firewall didn't react to his presence at all—the same phenomenon he'd seen with home computers. Mo Fei couldn't understand it at all. Maybe it was because he avoided those Streams of Light. None of the data here could touch him, so naturally it wouldn't disappear, and that meant no alarm triggers would go off.

"Almost there. Let's see what level I'm really at." Mo Fei had finally figured this place out. He decided to start monitoring every Landline Phone in New York City. Cell phones used Signal Base Stations, which had their own aggregation points, but Mo Fei found he couldn't handle both sides at once. In the end, he chose to monitor the landlines.

The moment he started, he was stunned senseless—not literally, of course. It was the sheer volume of conversations flooding in, an intelligent system built on human thought patterns completely unable to adapt. In an instant, countless voices surged at him, their content impossibly complex. Mo Fei found himself utterly unable to distinguish any of their conversations. It was a complete mess, with no thread to follow at all.

Mo Fei was completely stumped by this. He quickly stopped the monitoring. "Whew, I really underestimated how hard this would be. Or maybe I'm not actually a true intelligent system?"

Mo Fei had been a bit too optimistic. He thought he could handle massive amounts of information. After all, his current state was very strange—he couldn't quite figure out the specifics, but it was similar to an intelligent system. Receiving a flood of data should trigger a corresponding response, and that would help him understand his own capabilities better. But what happened? He was instantly overwhelmed by the sheer volume of information. Even though he didn't feel anything physically, that sense of confusion and helplessness was deeply unpleasant.

"What do I do?" Mo Fei realized he didn't have the information-processing capabilities of an intelligent system at all. That was discouraging. Compared to his lightning-fast learning speed, his processing power was pathetically weak.

Mo Fei put his hands to his head, but the angular, blocky shape of his body only made him hate it more. "First, I should build myself a body?" The thought came to him, but he didn't act on it immediately. Instead, the idea sparked a new inspiration. "Since I still think like a human, and I want to make this body more human-like, why not combine the two? My current state lets me do whatever I want. No matter what I do, I probably can't die anyway, right?"

A bold idea took shape in Mo Fei's mind. Since he was going to create a virtual data body, why not integrate computer functions into it? His own mind couldn't process massive amounts of data, but he could write programs and embed them into his body, turning it into a powerful data-processing center.

It was actually quite simple. First, he needed to understand the structure of the human body. He already had a complete grasp of computer architecture. Then he could find corresponding parts in the human body and use programmed modules to act as organs. He didn't need to become an intelligent system himself. Instead of processing incoming data with his own mind, the programs in his body would handle it and give him the best answer.

In simple terms, it was a foolproof workflow. The complex stuff would be handled by his self-written programs, and he'd just receive the final result. The thought cheered him up. He didn't know if it would work, but in theory, there was no problem. He didn't have a computer, but he had a special data body that could host all kinds of programs. He just had to turn them into organs and place them inside himself.

The part of the human body that processes information is, of course, the brain. But the brain is divided into many regions—that much he could find online. Humans still didn't fully understand the brain's structure, but Mo Fei didn't need anything that complicated. Simple partitions would do, just like partitioning a hard drive.

He could also make use of nerves and blood vessels. Nerves would send commands to the various program-organs, and blood vessels would handle data transmission. Bones and muscles could be used for storage too, and they might even be developed for other functions—like Combat Arts.

Once the floodgates of his imagination opened, Mo Fei's wild ideas came pouring out uncontrollably. His writer's instincts wouldn't let his mind stop. Novels were born from unrestrained creativity, and as a writer, divergent thinking was crucial. Mo Fei had that talent—it was just his writing style that had always been his weak point.

The more he thought, the more ideas came. Especially when he considered that one day he might have a real flesh-and-blood body. If he used superhero genes for it, that body would be incredibly powerful. A powerful body needed the right way to express that strength, and Combat Arts was one of those ways. So how could he connect the two?