Counterfeit Hero

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The cheers of the successful experiment of the new space jump technology seem to be still echoing in the ear, the fat man has rushed into the Gary Palan laboratory quickly.

"Any progress?"

Entering the laboratory, the fat man saw at a glance the arbiter lying on the test bench with his eyes closed quietly. He strode to the test bench and looked around Belch and other top Mars scientists.

With the arrival of the fat man, the atmosphere of the laboratory seemed a little weird. Scientists are silent, and their expressions are extremely dignified when they exchange their eyes.

"General, we just found a new area of ​​control in Utrecht Anmon's brain." Chief scientist Belch stunned Boswell, Milan and the fart boy behind the fat man, feeling excited Authentic: "This new control area can control people's will with instructions!"

"What ?!" The fat man gaped with Milan, and Boswell stepped forward, grabbed Belch, and said in shock, "What are you saying is true?"

This news is really shocking. Especially for the fat man, it was like a flash of lightning, illuminating the depths of the mind, breaking through the darkness and the fog, and letting the thought of wandering away seem to be exposed to the spotlight, and the fall is coming.

It seemed that the reaction of the fat man and others had been fully anticipated, and Belci nodded quickly, definitely saying: "Conclusive!"

"It's control, not influence?" Boswell was still incredible.

"It's control, not influence!" Belch looked directly at Boswell's eyes and said each word.

In the laboratory, suddenly fell into silence.

Boswell deliberately let go of Belch and turned his gaze to the fat man and Milan, who were also absent.

Controlling people's will with instructions has always been the biggest taboo in the scientific community. In history, there have been countless madmen who have tried to make breakthroughs in this respect, turning human individuals with independent personalities into puppets who obey their instructions completely. Even rule the world with this.

This is not science fiction, this is reality.

However, this science has always been confined to the disciplines of hypnosis, mental hinting, and subconscious reconstruction, which are the by-products of human treatment of mental and mental diseases. So far, no one has been able to exercise complete control over others. Whether it is hypnosis or implied, what people can do to others is just influence.

Control and influence are two different concepts.

For example, when the fat man was in Gacharin ’s prison, he used hypnotism to give psychological hints to Prison Rex, making him subconsciously afraid of the fat man and a kind of inexplicable closeness, so that he had more On some things, make decisions that are beneficial to fat people.

This is not unusual. In history, many low-quality psychotherapists have used a lot of psychological cues and hypnosis to affect the subject, let the beautiful and beautiful opposite **** empathize with themselves, and even make the subject extremely extreme for the third person. Hate, and then murder it.

However, that is the impact!

Because the surgeon needs a lot of time to prepare to induce the surgeon, but can't let the surgeon unconditionally obey his will between the temptations.

Control is the absolute control of an individual with independent personality and independent thought. There is no need to spend time, and there is no need to carry out a large number of induction effects, not to mention the psychological resistance of the recipient and failure. Between thoughts, what the subject wants to do is what he controls. This is control!

For this taboo science, if you regard influence and inducement as a thief, then control is the cruelest and most murderous murderer!

The thief stole only part of the people. What the murderer deprives is human life!

When a person is completely controlled, what is the difference between a robot without thought and a puppet? That is even worse than death.

You will always live under the instruction of others' thoughts, even if you are allowed to kill your loved ones, even if you are stripped off on the highway, or if you are allowed to jump from the space city, you cannot refuse. Because your mind and your body no longer belong to you.

As long as the controller does not want you to die, you have no chance of committing suicide.

Fatty, Milan and Boswell, all stared blankly at the adjudicator lying on the test stand. They know that Belci can be so sure, then there is no doubt about this discovery. In this taboo subject, no one has gone further than this group of Frankensteins in exile in the free world because of various taboo subject hobbies.

Especially standing behind Belch, the thin scientist who changed his name to Freud, is a guru at this level. The reason why he fled the free world was because he conducted human experiments in violation of the law in order to wake up his wife who became a vegetative!

"How did he do it?" Boswell murmured for a long time.

"This control area is hidden very deeply," Belch explained. "We infer that the control area already exists at the same time as the completion of the transformation. However, at the initial stage of the transformation, the control area was not activated . "

Belch turned and pointed to the silver-white, streamlined metal head of the arbiter on the test stand: "In order to control the mecha of the mecha, it is necessary to solve the problem of the fusion of the brain's thoughts and electronic instructions, if it is in the opposite direction By deduction, we can draw a conclusion that the brain of the person being transformed has opened a door to the controller. "

"This door allows thinking and electronic instructions to be firmly combined. In the early days of the reformer, there will be no abnormalities, and the independence of personality and thought is maintained very well. No matter how powerful psychologists and scientists And cannot detect hidden dangers. "

"However, as their mental activities progress, their mental activities, habits, thinking styles, and even physical functions are monitored by their electronic brains. After completing the analysis of their brains in the control area, this hidden control area becomes Was activated. "

"By this time, the person who has been accustomed to the electronic brain does not feel abnormal at all. The controller uses a deep-influenced composite control method, which has influence and enforcement. He controls not only being controlled The minds of people also include their bodies. "

"It is well known that human thoughts are greatly influenced by the body, just like when you are hungry when you see food, you feel tempting and want to eat. Even if you do n’t see food, you will also fantasize about what you have eaten before. And feel the impatient demand. After a full meal, seeing the food will feel instinctively resistant. "

"We always think that our thoughts are independent and always think that we are unique. However, nature influences our decisions in different ways all the time. Our physical functions are making us **, Appetite and other desires, and this desire is affecting our thinking. "

"Why do people tend to be rebellious when they are teenagers, and become stable in middle-aged and old age. Why do they like to eat before and dislike later, where they like to go when they are young, like to play games, like to listen to music, along with The age has changed. "

"All this tells us that when we think we are unique, in fact, our every move and even a thought are being affected. And this effect is called fate by many people!"

Belch's voice echoed in the laboratory, and he couldn't help feeling a chill.

He put his hand on the silver-white metal head of the adjudicator Ammona and said slowly: "Now, the thinking, habits, personality, what he likes and dislikes in his brain. And what is secreted by his body All kinds of hormones are controlled. It is like a cocktail program that can be infinitely changed ... Someone controls his fate. "

Belci's explanation stopped.

Throughout the laboratory, the atmosphere was suppressed like a grave.

Looking at An Meng's metal head, the fat man shuddered suddenly. He couldn't imagine which genius or lunatic had come up with this idea.

In the silence, Milan shook his head and said incredulously: "However, according to this, everyone's personality, thinking habits and physiology are different, then, who can complete such complicated programming and combination control, a person may Yes, but it is necessary to control hundreds of people ... "

"There are two people in this world." The fat man sighed and interrupted Milan.

Milan opened his big eyes and looked at the fat man.

"These two, one called a little girl, the other ..." The fat man didn't say anything. Together with everyone present, he turned his gaze to the blond little boy with a serious face beside him.

"Fat, what do you think?" The little fart boy turned to look at the fat man.

Two fat men, one big and one small, stared at each other.

"Rather than letting you rule the world ..." The fat man drooped his eyelids: "It would be better to give you two more good films."

"I also like to eat Anma's buns." The little fart boy showed his white teeth and cute face, full of sunny smiles. He looked at the adjudicator An Meng on the test stand, "He is not dead yet?"

"Because she hasn't come yet." The fat man replied.

"So ..." The little fart boy and the fat man looked at each other, and at the same time there was a frivolous smile on the face that made the body of the person next to them chill.

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The smooth line of the black Binarte spaceship [Moses] slowly glides in the starry sky.

Although the battleship has entered the transition channel, but in a dark and vast universe, it still seems to stay in place. Only occasionally the stars passing by from the distance and passing by quickly, the flash of light passing over the hull, make people sure that the battleship is indeed moving forward.

Inside the tightly guarded corridor on the sixth floor of the bridge, Sauber's office is brightly lit.

The office is large, but the layout is very simple. In addition to a desk with a metallic luster and a simple chair, there is only a set of sofas with similar lines near the porthole. In the soft glow of the electronic lights on the surrounding walls, it seems to have a fascinating sense of technology.

"Craig Moore?" Sauber lowered the material in his hand and looked up with interest at Major Binalt Space Naval who stood quietly in front of him.

Moore is very young, and it will take another four months to reach the age of 27. However, his resume is not as simple as that of ordinary soldiers of his age.

This young soldier who was only recommended to the military academy for three months after enlisting in the military has stayed in many places. He worked in logistics, as a commando in a torpedo boat, as a gunner, and also worked in the power cabin. He has done everything in almost irrelevant business.

It can be said that an ordinary person who does not understand the military at all can see the entire working system of the Binalt Space Navy from his resume.

And becoming a combat staff officer is an opportunity this young major has just won. To this end, he took sixteen extremely rigorous exams and even gave up the most important promotion opportunity in three years.

What he got in return was an examiner's appreciation of the talented young man and the hundreds of other examiners' combat staff's contempt for this fool who had not gone to the regular military school full of fantasy.

Hearing Sauber's question, Moore stood saluting: "Yes, General!"

Sauber carefully observed Moore. This is an unattractive young man with a round face and a big nose. His eyes are small and thin, like two thin slits. Because the corners of his eyes were slightly slanted, and the curvature of his mouth made him look like he was always smiling.

"Come on, no one will laugh at you anymore, Major." Sauber smiled. In the eyes of ordinary people, he always looks like iron and stone. Once he laughs, he has a charm that makes people feel like a spring breeze.

Moore also laughed. The more slanted eyes became smaller, cracking the corners of the upturned mouth, making him look like a happy clown: "Yes general. From the arrival of your order until I leave, those people ’s mouths are not there. I closed it, I do n’t know if my chin will be dislocated. "

Sauber laughed loudly. He began to like this smart and subtle guy.

"Very good," Sauber smiled for a while, picked up an electronic document placed on the desk, opened it, and raised it gently, saying positively: "This is the strategic analysis report you submitted?"

Moore took a step forward, looked at the contents of the file screen and the signature below, and then returned to the original position, standing upright: "Yes, General!"

"You said that the bandit army would extend the scope of the defense to the territory of the Desik Empire, and preemptively before General Banning arrived. Will at least six fleets of the coalition advance fleet be annihilated by bandits?"

Sauber frowned slightly, his eyes cold.

Although there was a slight hesitation in Moore's eyes under Sauber's eyes, he quickly raised his chest and shouted: "Yes, General!"

Sauber looked at Moore silently. For a long time, he nodded and said unequivocally: "Well, you can leave, Major. Major Alejandro will give you a work plan. I hope you will be in three days. carry out."

Moore said awesomely: "Yes, General!"

In Sauber's smile, Moore turned around in salute and walked towards the office door.

As he walked through the empty room, his gaze finally couldn't help but look at the sofa that had been silent since he entered the door.

Just as the battleship passed a star, in the light of the porthole, a beautiful little girl sat quietly on the sofa. Like an angel-like silhouette, in the golden light, so beautiful and quiet.

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