The waveform graph on the screen exploded instantly, like a ball of wool that had been scattered with a stick, but Chiyo Saori's fingertips quickly slid on the touch pad, quickly peeling off the noise.
"The language understanding area is not activated."
Chiyo's voice was filled with a hint of incredible surprise. She pointed to the dead gray area on the left side of the cerebral cortex, "Wernicke's area did not have any active response. This means that they did not understand the sociological meaning of the word 'father' at all, and did not perform any logical processing. This is simply the direct drive of the auditory memory module to the motor cortex."
Just like the dog in Pavlov, it salivates when it hears the bell.
When these children heard the audio, their vocal cord muscles automatically contracted.
"This is not called loyalty, this is called conditioned reflex." Chiyo quickly put a green check next to the data, "Sir, this is the most perfect 'Auditory Dependency Syndrome'. It is recommended to increase the frequency of positive stimulation immediately and carve this reflex into the spinal cord."
Uchiha Xuan said nothing.
His scarlet pupils turned slightly, and his gaze passed over those exciting wave crests and was fixed on the bottom row of timeline data.
"You missed something."
Xuan stretched out his hand and tapped his fingertips on the screen, overlapping the initial response times of three hundred EEGs.
Chiyo took a closer look and his expression suddenly changed.
The overlapping lines have no burrs, just a straight vertical line.
"Zero delay?" Chiyo lost his voice.
"Three hundred independent individuals, there must be physiological differences in nerve conduction speed. Even if it is a well-trained synchronization exercise, there will be at least a ten to twenty millisecond error." Xuan retracted his hand, his voice was as cold as talking about corpses, "But they didn't. This means that they did not hear the sound and then react, but a certain 'switchboard' received the signal and distributed it to three hundred extensions instantly."
That genetic embryo soaked in nutrient solution.
It is not a simple signal source, it has quietly laid an invisible "subliminal broadcast network" in this fortress.
"Turn off the audio." Xuan ordered, "Cut off all voice indoctrination."
For the next three days, the underground fortress fell into a deathly silence.
Without the nourishment of that voice, three hundred newborns became dull and sluggish.
They chew mechanically when eating, look straight when walking, and even the frequency of blinking is reduced to a minimum.
But on the actual combat training ground, this sluggishness turned into an amazing tacit understanding.
There were no passwords, no one directing, and the three hundred people advanced and retreated as one, as if they were sharing a heart pumping blood.
On the morning of the fourth day, the test site.
An instructor followed the instructions of Chiyo and pressed the play button.
A technically synthesized "Xuan's voice" came from the loudspeaker.
"I am First Flame..."
Zhi--bang!
Just half a second after the sound sounded, the seven teenagers closest to the sound suddenly stood up like poisonous snakes whose tails were stepped on.
Kunai tore through the air, with an ear-piercing scream, and accurately penetrated the sound-generating unit of the loudspeaker.
Electricity surged, sparks flew, and the synthesized sound turned into a distorted squeak.
Although the remaining two hundred or so children who had not taken action stood still and did not move, their pupils shrank violently at that moment, and the murderous aura erupting from their bodies caused the temperature of the entire training ground to plummet.
The instructor was so frightened that he fell to the ground, while Chiyo Saori froze in front of the monitor screen, with cold sweat soaking his back. "Is this... a rampage? They can't tell the difference between real and fake?"
"No." Xuan stood on the high platform, looking condescendingly at the seven teenagers who were trampling the wreckage of the stereo into pieces, with sinister eyes, "It is because they are so clearly distinguished that it is dangerous."
Only if you can identify the "genuine" can you have such a violent rejection reaction against the "fake".
This means that they have the ability to "identify".
In the logic of Uchiha Xuan, tools do not require identification capabilities.
If you can distinguish between true and false, you can tell right from wrong; if you can tell right from wrong, sooner or later you will learn to question your master's orders.
"What I want is not a group of fanatical fans, what I want is a knife."
Xuan turned around and walked towards the console, calling up the Myriad Phenomena Devouring System interface.
In that complex "gene template optimization" option, he found the high-level functional area of the prefrontal cortex - which is responsible for reasoning, judgment and self-awareness.
The red cursor hovered over the "Cognitive Logic" module, and then "Downgrade" was selected without hesitation.
"Prepare for surgery." Xuan's voice echoed in the empty control room without any warmth, "Implement 'Cognitive Dimensional Reduction'. Weaken the activity of the advanced reasoning area of the prefrontal lobe, cut off the logical chain, and stack all remaining neural resources onto the habitual response path of the basal ganglia."
Chiyo opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but seeing the cold lines on Xuan's side face, he finally just lowered his head and said, "Yes."
The first operation was completed late at night.
Boy No. A-012 woke up from the operating table.
His eyes were clearer than before, but also more hollow. The little bit of human smart light in his eyes was completely extinguished.
Chiyo held the record board and asked tentatively, "Whose subordinate are you?"
"Uchiha Xuan." The boy answered very quickly, without any pause for thought.
"Why be loyal to him?"
The young man was stunned.
His brows furrowed slightly, as if he was searching for answers in his brain, but the area that was supposed to store "reasons", "logic" and "causality" was only blank at the moment.
He cannot construct the sentence structure "because... therefore...".
Two seconds later, the young man's brows relaxed, and an almost religious tranquility appeared on his face.
"I don't know." The young man looked ahead calmly, "I just think it is like this."
Chiyo's hand shook and he wrote on the record board: The logical chain is completely broken, and loyalty has been transformed into physiological instinct.
That night, the fortress core laboratory.
In the huge glass tank, the red genetic embryo seemed to sense the changes in the "daughter".
It no longer beats as manically as before, but slowly contracts and relaxes, sending a series of new, extremely simple signal bands to the main control computer through the electrodes connected to it.
Three words popped up on the screen:
[Sleepy. Hungry. Want to hear.]
It no longer tries to build that complex resonance network, it degenerates and becomes like a baby simply asking for comfort.
Xuan stood in front of the cabin, looking at the slowly squirming mass of flesh, and put his hand against the cold glass wall.
"Be good."
He said softly, with a low voice, as if he was coaxing some kind of terrifying monster to sleep, "When you can't think at all, you will be truly obedient."
At this moment, the nerve monitoring terminal on the side that had been silent suddenly jumped out with a strange peak.