Lin Qingliu fell to the ground from the sky, looking at those human technological creations that were called hibernation capsules but were actually coffins, and a feeling of sadness arose in his heart.
Mycelium stretched out from the gaps in the observation window, but the window had long been blurred and nothing could be seen inside.
He reached out and wiped away the dense mycelium wrapped around the nearest hibernation capsule, and saw a switch type that he was very familiar with.
It is a universal authority verifier that supports multiple verification methods such as palm print, iris, voice, etc. It can be found everywhere in the spire or the spacecraft.
Lin Qingliu had never recorded his palm prints, irises, or voice. Even if he had, it would be impossible to synchronize this information with the database of this hibernation capsule that had been disconnected from the Internet for decades.
But the so-called universal permission verifier, the focus is naturally on "universal".
Lin Qingliu happened to have a truly universal authority in his hand, which was the ring he got from Wanjuan.
This thing has the highest level of authority. In other words, as long as the electronic lock is designed with a backdoor that can be opened with a key, it doesn't matter whether there is electricity or not.
It passed the verification easily and the hibernation capsule made a clicking sound.
There was no sound or white mist indicating good airtightness as in science fiction movies, and the lid of the hibernation capsule did not pop open directly.
The erosion of wind, rain and mycelium has caused this crystallization of technology to lose most of its functions.
Lin Qingliu carefully opened the hatch, and what came into view was the bones that had weathered to the point of being indistinguishable from powder.
The remains of the human body had no possibility of being revived, and the only organ of value took up a considerable space just as Lin Qingliu had expected.
A human brain still maintains its healthy grayish-white color, and if you look closely you can even see tiny reddish blood vessels.
The intact brain was removed and encapsulated in a biomembrane filled with a nutrient-rich fluid.
The hyphae extending from the observation window are like an umbilical cord connecting a baby to its mother, controlling the brain while also providing it with the energy necessary to sustain life.
Lin Qingliu quickly glanced at the mycelium at the observation window, worried that his previous action would break it.
But the mycelium was not as fragile as it looked and there was no damage at the moment.
Looking at the lifelike brain, Lin Qingliu slowly reached out his hand.
He wants to enter the subconscious of this human brain!
For hyphae, a living organism that exists in a collective life form, rashly connecting with it does not seem to be the best option.
The mycelium cannot unleash its full power because it is scattered, but there is no distance limit in the spiritual realm. If Lin Qingliu accesses it by normal means, it will naturally cause a full-scale counterattack by the mycelium, and it is possible that he will also be eroded.
But now it’s different. His domain covers the entire core. Although the mycelium outside is extremely anxious, it has no idea what is happening inside.
In other words, when Lin Qingliu is currently invading, he only needs to deal with all the hyphae in the matrix square, and crushing the will of this small part is not a problem for him.
The current time has already [stagnated], and after the [stagnation] is released, there will still be [instant time] and [slow time]. Coupled with the instinctive acceleration of human thinking in dreams or subconsciousness, the time left for him can be said to be abundant.
Lin Qingliu had enough time to communicate with the remaining human consciousness inside before destroying the core, so as to obtain as much useful information as possible.
Pressing his palm on the soft semipermeable membrane, Lin Qingliu's right hand sank in little by little.
It was a kind of assimilation at the biological level, and not a drop of the liquid such as nutrient solution or amniotic fluid flowed out.
He gently touched the brain, and after using [Divided Mind] to keep part of his consciousness outside to prevent himself from waking up too late, his main consciousness quickly fell and entered that thinking space.
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[Tianmu] used the communicator to send a series of messages to Ji Yongxing, just like a parent who was worried about his or her child running around.
However, the "unread" prompt under each message was still very obvious, and [Tianmu] suddenly realized that the other party should still be working overtime at this time.
This is indeed the case. Although it is theoretically a break now, for researchers, some things must be given up.
[Tianmu] fell silent for a moment. He remembered that Lin Qingliu only asked him to contact Ji Yongxing but did not specify the contact information. Now if he wanted to contact the other party immediately, there was indeed a method that was faster and more convenient than the communicator, but also more risky.
In the past, [Sky Curtain] would just sneak into the host and steal some computing power, but this time, if he wants to complete the task, he might have to leave some indelible traces.
If I were discovered, the other party could easily trace me here through the Internet and kill me directly in this small suitcase.
But thinking of his "father's" earnest teachings, [Tianmu] gritted his non-existent teeth and entered the institute's intranet without hesitation.
Ji Yongxing's recent weapons research has been going very smoothly, and he has reproduced some of the weapons that humans lost in the disaster.
This kind of archaeological research is actually full of uncertainty, because the researchers do not know whether the gap between themselves and the past glory is one technological node, ten, or more.
Although he was debugging components at this time, he was thinking about something else.
He has conducted some preliminary research on the sample Lin Qingliu gave him in the past two days.
Unlike Lin Qingliu who relies entirely on biofield and intuition for perception, Mr. Researcher chooses to believe in science.
Faced with this magical substance, he kept taking samples out of the jar for experiments, and gradually had some thoughts of his own in his mind.
This paste-like substance does not seem to be something that humans can create and is an unknown material.
His thirst for its essence constantly drives him to use his limited time off work to explore it. As for rest... it is not important for the time being.
The sudden burst of electric sparks announced the failure of this experiment. Ji Yongxing rubbed his eyes and stood up from his workstation.
He walked around for a few steps and returned to his position to synchronize the progress of the previous experiment on the computer.
Turning on the monitor, Ji Yongxing's attention was suddenly attracted by a red exclamation mark. The exclamation mark appeared in the corner of the screen, flashing and seemed very anxious.
His mind told him that no software on this terminal would have such an error message, while his intuition told him that this might have something to do with his eldest son.
After confirming that his colleagues were either taking a nap due to overwork or were obsessed with experiments, Ji Yongxing moved the mouse to the exclamation mark and clicked it.
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