Therapy Planet No. 13

The man instinctively lay on the bed and asked, "What?"

As soon as he exited, he looked around subconsciously, only to find that the entire ward was empty, but the nurse who was constantly monitoring him through the camera - maybe a researcher - came from the loudspeaker on the ceiling, a suspicious voice. Echo: "Gong Qi, what's wrong with you? Is there any discomfort in your body?"

Obviously, the voice of the girl in her head and the man who asked were different sound sources.

Even if it is Star Network, it is impossible to achieve the function of sound transmission - unless the other party's sound source is collected in advance, and then the information sent through the spiritual network is synthesized through a specific sound conversion software, and this effect can be achieved.

But Xingwang's text transmission is very convenient, acquaintances know each other's voices, the human brain can automatically make up for it, and the voices of strangers will not be downloaded from the sound library for privacy protection, even if some people If you have related cognitive impairments and cannot read, you can also automatically synthesize the electronic sound source disclosed by the sound library—

In any case, there is no need to install a converter in the brain.

What's more, Gong Qi had never heard this girl's voice before, and he even thought he had heard hallucinations for a moment.

"No..." I just heard a voice.

This thought just ran through Gong Qi's head, and before he could finish speaking, he heard the girl giggling in her mind.

The tone is half explanation, half threat:

[I suggest uncle, you better not talk~]

"What's the matter with you?" came the tense question from the loudspeaker. "Monitoring shows that your heart rate has increased."

The ghosts were sent by the gods, and Gong Qi swallowed the words he wanted to say.

"No...no, nothing."

Gong Qi calmed down: "It's just incredible..."

He turned his attention to the nanorobots working on his legs.

Although it is a prosthetic limb, it takes a lot of time to achieve perfect performance and appearance at the joint, even for a nanorobot.

"I never thought I'd be able to get back to normal one day."

All of the experimenters who did this kind of experiment were disabled, and the relevant personnel had long been surprised by this kind of excitement.

He breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the experiment didn't go wrong, everything was out of his focus.

Traditionally, both doctors and researchers should be humane—at least, some basic empathy should be preserved.

But that doesn't include the Sanxingdui crowd, let alone the senior sector.

He reluctantly cooperated and said a few words, and simply cut off the communication between the two sides.

The ward was dead silent again.

Gong Qi breathed a sigh of relief, originally wanted to speak, but then thought that his every move would be monitored—except what was in his mind—so he honestly talked to the voice in his mind: [Who are you? 】

It's not that the researchers didn't notice the fluctuations in Gong Qi's brain waves, but these are all normal.

To be honest, even Sanxingdui couldn’t put on such a large machine for reading brain wave signals for experimenters anytime, anywhere. First, the objective conditions did not allow it, and second, the core of their research did not care about their own hearts. what to think.

They only need to confirm in the experiment that they will have the same thinking. After the condition is lifted, they need to guard against the consistency of thinking.

The core of the unified mental network is control, and they don't want to filter out the control conditions, and there will be continuity.

【I am your sender. 】

Dawn was lying on the hospital bed, looking out the window.

The sun was shining outside, and a blue bird with no name happened to pass by the glass window.

She was in a trance.

In No. 13, there has never been any creature other than human beings. After she managed to escape, she was detained all the way. She was detained in this small research institute. In order to think of ways to save himself, he spent almost all day in the research room eating and drinking.

Although the institute covers a large enough area and has many small gardens for researchers to relax, she has never appeared in such a place.

From prison to prison.

Liming knew that he was the blue bird in captivity in the research institute—even if the illusion of freedom was created, he would never be allowed to fly out of the independent ecological circulation system of the research institute.

The first time she escaped from prison was with the help of Lui and Angel. Now, she will use the knowledge she has learned from them to complete it.

【…sender? 】

Gong Qi knew this term. When he just conducted the experiment, he did not completely lose his sense of independence.

He really felt that at a certain moment in the experiment, the mental network was suddenly controlled by a mysterious force, and then without thinking about anything in his mind, the choice of turning Tetris naturally popped up.

It was as if this idea existed in his mind naturally, without the need for dialectics and thinking... It was just like his own idea.

Gong Qi remembered that the group of researchers called this mysterious force the "sender" in front of him, and he correspondingly called it the "receiver".

Gong Qi was a little stunned. At first, he guessed that the "sender" was at least some kind of artificial intelligence invasion, or some other high-tech means, but he never expected it to be... a little girl?

[I moved my hands and feet on your device, don't worry, only you can hear me now. 】

Gong Qi couldn't help but ask: [Why? 】

A smile twitched at the corner of Dawn's mouth.

With a thought, all the information about the research institute—map coordinates, personnel arrangement, firepower arrangement, and a black|fairy|fairy story about a princess and a knight—all got into Gong Qi’s spiritual network.

Gong Qi is very familiar with this feeling.

When playing Tetris, the answer came to him like this.

Liming noticed that there was a large vacancy in her spiritual network in an instant. Her back was sweating coldly, but the smile on her face did not diminish, and she even hummed the nursery rhyme He Xiangbin had taught on the 13th.

She suddenly understood why the federal government was willing to spend so many generations to carry out the "great return" experiment.

Humans naturally don't trust anyone.

Even robots have the potential to be tampered with.

But people do not betray themselves.

If all "others" become "me"...

Dawn twisted his fingers, and He Xiangbin's teaching on the 13th was vivid in his mind:

"Humans like perfection. No matter what era, perfection is the ultimate goal of human dreams. However, people need to go through countless setbacks, difficulties, and experiences from defects to perfection. Books can make up for a little, and the Internet can make up for some, but they can't be eradicated. It takes time and experience to fill the gap.”

At that time, He Xiangbin had just told Dawn the background of the birth story of the Tower of Babel - the story that human beings were divided into different groups because of different languages ​​and could not achieve the power of reaching the sky.

When Locke heard it, he sneered: "Just kid yourself. If a kid who hasn't even seen religion can understand it, I will use this scalpel to dissect myself on the spot."

At that time, Dawn rolled his eyes fiercely and said in a bad tone: "Just blow it! How can you dissect yourself?"

Who knew that Locke disapproved, waved his hand, and had a kind of impatience that "a child knows what to do".

But his eyes were full of perverted madness, staring at Dawn deeply and deeply, causing Dawn to send a bad chill from the sky to the soles of his feet.

The quack doctor chuckled: "Little devil, it's not difficult to dissect yourself. There are three steps in total: first, an appropriate amount of anesthesia, to the point where you can endure the pain without affecting your movements; second, use a knife to dissect it; third Three, stitching. You can try it when you have a chance.”

Li Ming felt disgusted when he heard it: "You don't want to try it on yourself, right? Who would do such a disgusting thing as you are so boring!"

Locke smiled lowly: "I'll just say, you really believe it."

"But your beloved nonsense teacher He is right about one thing."

The quack doctor looked relaxed. He drew a corpse lying on the dissection table along his lower jaw, and said as he drew, "It does take a lot of experience to go from no one to practice. But if I put the things in my mind directly into You can stuff your head as easily as I'm taking this person's guts now—"

He took out a pile of red and white things in his hand, He Xiangbin looked away displeasedly, and muttered in his heart that if there was a transport team coming from the warehouse where he often attended classes, he would not lose his mind and take Dawn like crazy. Bring it here to class!

On the contrary, Dawn stared at the **** heart with a strange expression on his face, listening to Locke's constant muttering:

"With your current technology, you don't have to poke your mouth twice to get to the guts."

…

Memories come to an abrupt end here.

Li Ming smiled silently, and couldn't help guessing whether Locke deliberately said that this self-dissection operation was intentional or unintentional.

She has learned a lot from No. 13, whether it is from relatives, acquaintances, or enemies.

[I give you a chance to become a knight. 】

Humans love perfection, and it is indeed easier to move towards perfection if this communication barrier can be quickly bridged.

This feeling is not bad, but Dawn also knows that it is not good.

But it's really convenient.

It is so convenient that many people are in a state of confusion and eager to move.

[Destroy this place. 】

The clear child's voice reverberated quietly in the brain, light and fluttering like a feather, slowly settling down and falling to the bottom of my heart.

Gong Qi turned his head to the side and saw a blue bird passing by the window.

The sutured prosthesis flexed its fingers as nerve commands fired.

At first it stretched out like a reptile, then suddenly retracted and clenched into a ball.

At the moment when the blue bird disappeared to the edge, Li Ming believed that Gong Qi's killing intent had been decided.

Destroy this place, then, escape.

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