Chapter 196 Holographic Electronic Rose 17 You humans don’t need overload…

Yanze picked up a shirt and threw it to 07, who was already leaning against the door in a tactical blind spot with his gun raised and on guard. Yanze glanced at 07 and raised his chin. 07 inexplicably understood what he meant and retreated to the window to use an instrument to check if there was a signal source outside.

07 After looking at the instrument in his hand, he looked up at Yan Ze and lip-synced silently.

"He comes with bad intentions."

Yanze seemed to be getting excited. He raised his voice to the outside, deliberately shouting in a frivolous and impatient tone: "What are you knocking for? Who is it? You are doing something."

The knocking on the door stopped. Yanze waved to 07 without turning back. Before he could wait too long, something heavy was pressed on his palm. Yanze took a look. It was an electromagnetic paralysis bomb. Good stuff.

All this happened in less than three seconds. Yanze suddenly opened the door, pulled out the safety pin and threw it out. Almost at the same time, 07 also started to clear the people outside the window. Yanze took the time to look back and saw the hovercraft hovering above from a distance, with a red warning projection on the window.

07 made a prompt decision to retreat to Yan Ze's side. In this situation, it would be better to force his way through the main gate. Yan Ze, who had regained his memory, had improved his combat awareness and skills by more than one level. He fired every shot without wasting any bullets.

There were quite a few people blocking the door, all fully armed, but it was still better than going through the windows, at least there were many angles that could be used.

"How do you think they found us?" 07 asked calmly. Although it was a question, he obviously had some guesses in his mind. Yanze stepped forward to kill one of them, then hid in a blind spot and looked at 07 who was fiddling with the equipment. He was taking over the entire network here.

"Who knows? It's amazing that he has been hiding in the dark for a while. Pro must have something."

07 A green code popped up in front of him, and soon it switched to a surveillance screen. There were people guarding each entrance and exit, and people were constantly lining up to enter. Yan Ze stretched his head over to take a look and laughed, saying in a provocative tone: "You are such a sucker, maybe you will die with me today."

"It's not unfair, it feels good." 07 said calmly with kiss marks on his face.

Yan Ze blinked twice and turned his head away from him. 07 quickly found the direction: "Go left." After that, he exchanged positions with Yan Ze. The problem with one of his arms did not affect his shooting.

"Go in." 07 stopped and fired a shot to open a door beside him. Yanze followed him in without thinking. His eyes were covered before he could see clearly. All he heard were shrill screams and curses in his ears.

The more this happened, the more Yanze opened 07's hand to look, but he only saw a man wrapped in sheets and a dull sex doll. 07 blocked the door, and Yanze walked to the window with regret, pried it open, and checked the situation outside. By the way, he turned around and smiled at the man on the bed, raised the muzzle of the gun and made a gesture of silence to his lips.

The next moment, 07 stood in front of Yan Ze. He opened the window and the wind still came in. He tilted his head and said, "I'm relying on you."

The room chosen by 07 was very good. The window faced exactly the opposite direction of their original one. Looking up, there was a place to nail the traction rope, and there was also a small platform on the lower right side.

Yanze half leaned out to take the tool and quickly fixed it with one hand. He pushed his legs against the window sill and leaned back like a crescent moon, revealing his thin waist. The traces of ambiguity were very fresh. The next second, Yanze reached in from the window and hooked 07's waist with one hand and swung out.

07 was too tall. Even though Yanze was carrying him, it looked like 07 had him trapped in his territory. Yanze was dissatisfied with 07's height and sighed before descending.

"Is it fun?"

Yan Ze laughed out loud and looked at the floating car flashing sharp red in the distance and the tall buildings reflecting metallic light. The whistling sound of the wind in the sky was in his ears, and two people were swinging by a thin rope.

"Great." Yan Ze did not hide his excitement. He turned around and bit 07's lips, then suddenly let go and fell down quickly. He was waiting to see 07 sweating but failed. 07 did not even hug him back. His dark blue eyes were surprisingly bright in the dull city covered with gray haze.

"If we fall from here, the two of us will be in a heap. They'll probably need to clean my flesh before they can dig out your chip."

Yanze pulled the rope hard, and the two of them swung in the air. The world behind each other collapsed and disappeared outside each other's eyes.

"You humans don't need overload to go crazy."

Yan Ze suddenly let go of his hand, and the two of them were already standing steadily on the calculated platform.

[1107] A string of numbers popped up in front of Yan Ze, and at the same time, the projection screen in front of 07 also received it.

"Believe it or not?" Both of them reacted quickly. Although they entered here through the back door, they still remembered the approximate pattern of the room numbers.

Yan Ze shrugged: "Do we have any other choice? At worst, it's a trap."

Although it was 07 who asked, it was the fastest and planned the route quickly. This platform was very crowded, but there were no obstacles along the way from the climbing point on the outer edge of the wall.

Soon, the two of them stood outside the window of 1107 safely. Yanze glanced at 07 opposite him. Without further communication, 07 attached a device to the glass. Yanze kicked the glass open and broke a man's neck at the same time. Before the glass fell completely to the ground, the rest had been shot dead at close range.

Yanze stepped on the broken glass on the floor to lock the door. 07 had already dragged the sex doll that had led them out from under the bed.

Most sex dolls have no clear distinction between male and female. Their creation and production are full of the purpose of satisfying human primitive desires. In today's highly developed industrial world, they are also very cheap, do not carry too many thinking modules, and do not have high computing power.

But its singing was beautiful and moving, and the unchanging cheap melody was full of non-mechanical feeling. Yan Ze sat on the bed and watched silently as 07 disassembled its neck and took out its chip.

When they broke in through the window, it had already been violently damaged. Half of its body was gone, and blue liquid was dripping out of the exposed wound.

Yanze stretched out his hand to 07, bent his four fingers and waved: "I'll read it." 07 ignored him and connected the instrument he had been carrying. He patted his hand warningly.

"All chips that can make independent decisions must not be connected to biological interfaces." 07 first said a term, and then he looked at Yan Ze: "Do you want another consciousness to reside in your brain?"

Yan Ze certainly understood the consequences, but he was just very curious whether a chip of his level could withstand it and whether it would be invaded by another consciousness.

Because he suddenly thought that in the explosion, perhaps because his internal chip was well preserved, it was put into a new body by Pro to awaken it again, which led to the evolution of its consciousness and its current personality. This is very common and reasonable. Some bionic people with high damage will directly take it out and put it into a new body if the internal chip is highly active.

What about Hader? How did a human being without a chip survive the explosion and be reborn? Yanze scanned Hader's implants and found that they were much higher than he thought. Except for a part of the brain tissue in his head, the rest was all man-made.

But humans are not machines that can be reborn by simply replacing a healthy brain with a new body.

Yanze did not hesitate this time and told 07 exactly what he was thinking. 07 was silent for a long time, and finally said: "It is possible."

Yanze frowned, not understanding what 07 meant, but his heart started beating as if he had a premonition of something.

"I mean transplanting the brain and then being reborn." 07 paused, then continued, "Brain-computer. If someone connects the brain-computer to the bioelectric chip, the higher the fusion rate, the easier it will be to realize this technology."

"My parents were the first to discover the possibility of this technology."

07's parents are employees of Pro Company. Their work requires certain technical skills, but it is actually far from the core area. They are responsible for after-sales and deal with customers' computer failures.

Pro's brain-computer implants had a monopoly for a long time. After the initial five-year rejection period, brain-computer implants began to become popular on a large scale, and finally it was even assumed that newborn babies would receive brain-computer implants when they were one year old.

Brain-computer implants are a small matter, and the people who use them only use them as auxiliary tools. No one wants to test the degree of adaptation and integration after a period of time. It’s just like people who used mobile phones in the past rarely thought of clicking on the background data to check the performance and operation data of the mobile phone.

07's parents, after checking countless cases, vaguely discovered that the user's active bioelectricity and brain-computer signal frequencies would become increasingly similar.

They had not thought about what this discovery meant. At that time, 07's mother touched the baby in her belly and happily high-fived her husband, hoping that their discovery could be further applied so that they could get a generous bonus from Pro and perhaps be transferred to the research and development team.

Soon after, they actually developed a detection system that can measure the frequency of brain-computer fusion. Pro did give them a bonus, but no one realized the significance of this technology.

Until a gentleman came to Pro with a plea. The gentleman's son was murdered, and the brain-computer implant was accidentally stripped off and handed over to the family. The family hoped that Pro could read some of the brain-computer data and provide some clues.

07's parents connected the machine according to the procedures, and everything was normal except that the fusion rate was detected to be over 50%.

It was a night of overtime work, and 07's mother had fallen asleep on a chair, still covered with her husband's coat, with a bulging belly that was pregnant with a life. 07's father gently touched her, feeling the subtle movements of the child.

Perhaps because he was about to become a father, he wanted to do something more for this unfortunate father. The data from the brain-computer interface was huge and complex, especially the exchange of data streams after networking. In fact, no one was sure that they could find any useful clues.

He activated the brain-computer, detected the active waveform, increased the power, and finally continuously connected and sent connection commands to the brain-computer.

He yawned, looked around the display screen, and finally glanced at the screen in the middle with blank data and decided to get up and make a cup of coffee.

The mellow aroma of coffee suddenly woke up my wife, who was sensitive to smells during pregnancy. She rubbed her eyes and subconsciously looked at the screen. Then she was stunned for three seconds. She sat up straight as if she had been electrocuted, rubbed her eyes again and looked at the screen again.

The man who came back with the coffee picked up the stall and covered his wife with it, then took a sip of coffee, looked over strangely, and then accidentally spilled the coffee.

A series of garbled characters popped up on the fluorescent screen, but the decryption system below was popping out words one by one.

"Where am I? It's so dark here? Who are you! Am I not already dead? Save me, save me, save me, save me..."