The string of beating ripples was not garbled code, but after a few seconds of delayed analysis, it was directly transformed into three sets of short sentences with the original smell of blood.
"Know your father's face, recognize your father's voice, and reject false sounds."
Not a request, not a question, this is an absolute definition of the world similar to that of a newly hatched chick.
Uchiha Xuan stared at the three lines of words on the screen, his pupils shrinking.
The data stream on the right cascaded down, showing that the neural electrical activity pattern of this brain wave coincided with his own band at a rate of 99.8%.
That lump of flesh hasn't grown a brain yet, but it has already learned to spontaneously simulate a biological reaction called "obedience" without any input of instructions.
This is not a program setting.
The program cannot write this kind of almost pathological attachment.
This is the instinctive search for the "source" deep in the genes, just like Himawari staring at the sun, even if it breaks its neck.
"Perfect resonance." Chiyo Saori's voice became sharp with excitement, and she quickly called up another set of operation interfaces, "Sir, since the embryo has developed its own consciousness of 'searching for its father', we can completely follow the trend. It is recommended that the comprehensive consciousness link be activated immediately, so that the three hundred 'Xuan Descendants' newborns outside can directly connect to the embryo's neural network."
Her fingers hovered over the red confirmation key, and her eyes flashed with crazy light. "As long as 'Xuan Scion Empathic Collective' is formed, this embryo will be the best central processor. Loyalty no longer needs to be taught, and will become their physiological instinct like breathing."
"Take your hands away."
Xuan's voice was not loud, but it made Chiyo Saori's fingers freeze in mid-air.
He turned around, with his back to the huge culture tank, and looked at Chiyo coldly. "You connected the brains of a group of wolf pups who have not yet learned to walk independently, and expect them to be more obedient?"
"However, empathy can speed up unity..."
"Resympathy can also cause noise." Xuan interrupted her, walked to the console, and turned off the tempting "Comprehensive Link" option. "If the perception channel is opened too early, these newborns will have illusions. They will mistake this 'sympathy' shared by hundreds of people for their own 'independent will'. Once they feel that they have a will, the next step will be questioning, judgment, and rebellion."
In this world, the most difficult thing to control is not fools, but groups of people who think they are smart.
"What I want is not a group of smart people who can hold meetings. What I want are hands and feet." Xuan's fingers tapped on the keyboard a few times and entered a new string of command codes, "Carry out reverse domestication. Seal the external output neural interfaces of all newborns. Even if they want to speak, express, or scream in their heads, they must be suppressed by me."
"Only allowed in, not allowed out?" Chiyo Saori was stunned for a moment, then realized, "One-way indoctrination?"
"Yes. Only one-way receiving permission is reserved."
Xuan took out a black memory chip from his arms and inserted it into the card slot.
"Connect this to the Fire Seal main network. Play it three times a day in the morning, noon and evening, in the full frequency band."
That's an audio clip.
There is no passionate soundtrack, only Xuan's iconic, low and cold voice.
The sound has been specially modulated by the system, disassembled, stretched, and embedded with a certain infrasonic frequency that is extremely difficult to detect.
"I am First Flame, I am bloodline, I am the only true source."
Just this sentence, repeated over and over again.
"At the same time, synchronize the peak of the audio with their heartbeat frequency." Xuan looked at the loading progress bar on the screen and raised a cruel arc at the corner of his mouth. "Whenever their brain receives this sound, it stimulates the reward center and releases trace amounts of dopamine. I want them to feel that hearing my voice is like a hungry person smelling bread, like a drowning person grabbing driftwood."
This is kidnapping on a physiological level.
Instead of teaching them loyalty, we make them addicted to "obedience."
Time passed quietly in the closed fortress.
On the first day, there was no reaction.
On the third day, monitoring data showed that some newborns' heart rates would steadily decrease when playing audio, showing a state of comfort similar to that of a baby in the mother's body.
The seventh day.
Chiyo Saori pushed a copy of the latest nerve scan in front of Xuan, his hands trembling slightly.
"Sir, look at the anterior cingulate cortex."
On the scan that represents the brain's emotional processing core, a layer of obvious structural thickening appeared in the originally smooth area.
It is a physical change that occurs after long-term exposure to specific stimulation.
"We tried to interrupt the playback once." Chiyo Saori swallowed, "As a result, within thirty seconds after the disconnection, more than half of the newborns suffered from pupil tremor, fingertip spasm, and some even began to tear their own collars unconsciously. That is a typical withdrawal reaction."
"Auditory anchoring is successful." Xuan glanced at the data, his expression as calm as if he was reading a weather forecast, "The cognitive closed loop has initially formed."
But he didn't give the order to stop. The heat was still not high enough.
Late at night on the eighth day.
The fortress's ventilation system made a low hum, and that was the only sound.
The lights in the observation room were turned to the darkest level, with only the monitoring screen glowing coldly.
Suddenly, newborn No. A-012, who was originally lying in the sleep cabin, suddenly sat up.
No alarms, no instructions, not even any external stimulus.
He just sat upright, staring straight into the void darkness in front of him, his pupils dilated to the extreme, as if he was staring at a miracle.
"Father didn't lie..."
The boy's voice was hoarse and childish, but it carried an eerie certainty.
"Other people's voices are fake."
The moment the words fell, it was as if the first domino had been knocked over.
Swish--swish--swish--
In the dormant hall, which was originally dead silent, a series of uniform sounds of getting up sounded.
Two hundred and ninety-nine newborns opened their eyes at the same second.
They did not communicate with each other, nor did they look around, they just all faced the same direction - the core laboratory where the genetic embryos were placed.
"Father didn't lie, other people's voices were fake."
Three hundred throats produced the same sound.
The tone, speed, and pauses are all exactly the same, like echoes vibrating from the same vocal cords.
There was deathly silence in the observation room.
Chiyo Saori stared at another screen on the side, where the data from the core laboratory was displayed.
The moment the children spoke in unison, the heart rate indicator line of the genetic embryo that had been quietly soaking in the nutrient solution suddenly stretched into an almost vertical red line.
Four hundred times per minute.
It's beating wildly.
It's like responding, but also like being in a carnival.
Chiyo Saori felt a chill on her back. She subconsciously reached out to the overview button next to the console, wanting to call up the real-time EEG of all newborns to see what was happening in their brains at that moment.