Chapter 591 Soul Shear, Listen, Destiny is Knocking on the Door (Two in One)
Let’s get rid of the tedious and complicated experimental arguments and just talk about the conclusion.
Copying memory does not mean copying memory, but cutting the soul!
Moreover, this kind of cutting does not just cut off a corner of the soul, but rather shaves off a layer of the thickness of the entire soul.
To put it in an analogy, the soul is a piece of rice paper, memory is the painting on the paper, and the memory copying or transmission technology is like cutting the drawing paper with scissors.
It is not cut vertically, but split horizontally in the middle.
In this way, although the picture was completely "transferred" to the new carrier, the original paper became irreversibly thinner.
The colors on the drawing paper will become dim and blurred. Those faded memories and blurred images are not simply forgotten, but a deeper, soul-level loss.
It is permanent and irreversible and cannot be glued back on.
This is why, among organizations or individuals that possess similar technologies, memory uploading or backup is often seen as a last resort - only used when life is in danger and the body is about to perish.
Even those fighters who live on the edge of a knife usually only make one backup as a last resort.
After all, existing scientific and technological technologies are unable to observe the shape of the soul, let alone the thickness of the soul.
Who knows how thick this piece of rice paper is, how many times it can withstand being cut, and who knows if the wrong cuts will cause the rice paper to fall into pieces?
Of course, the breaking of rice paper does not mean that the soul is annihilated, so there is no need to be too nervous.
It can still be remedied by gluing it back together using the power of science, but it is hard to say what shape it will be in when it is glued together.
Fortunately, Zuo Bai is experienced in this area and can barely glue the broken souls into the same shape - those little cuties in No. 8 Middle School are the best proof of this.
Zuo Bai was standing in front of the workbench at this moment, facing the operating screen, concentrating on controlling the robotic arm, slowly inserting a scalpel into the back of the head.
This scene looked like suicide.
Half a minute later, the robotic arm slowly dragged and took out a memory chip the size of a fingernail and covered in blood from the back of his head.
The back of the chip was connected to an almost transparent wire, the other end of which covered his entire brain like a fishing net.
This operation cannot afford any mistakes: if the chip is damaged in any way, Zuo Bai will immediately become a vegetable.
The wires connecting the chip cannot be broken, otherwise it will be distorted.
Performing surgery on yourself is extremely difficult. If someone else did it, they would probably be so nervous that they would be sweating profusely and their hands would be shaking.
Zuo Bai's expression was normal, his eyes were calm, and there was a hint of morbid excitement in his calmness.
The mechanical arm operated precisely under his control, and he muttered to himself:
"This is the magic of technology. Although I cannot observe the soul, I can use some means to temporarily anchor my soul to this chip."
Zuo Bai didn’t know what shape the soul was.
But he was extremely certain that at this moment his soul was half-separated from his body, attaching to the countless nano-elements in the memory chip like magnetized iron filings.
Although this wonderful state of separation was extremely short, it was enough for him to complete another dangerous soul shearing.
Zuo Bai said faintly: "The chip integrated into the flesh and blood can deceive the soul!"
Once the soul has completed the copy and transfer, it is very easy to upload and update it synchronously with Kongti. You just need to connect to the network and verify the secret key.
Because the deception has been completed~ But the first step of cutting must be carried out through a risky operation.
For this reason, if someone claims that the first memory upload can be completed with just a data cable, it must be a complete scam.
This kind of lie is often wrapped in the guise of high technology, specifically designed to deceive fools who have only a superficial understanding of technology.
(Shi Wuming: "..." You still want to whip my corpse after I die? Besides, I wasn't deceived. I died before I could be deceived~)
Zuo Bai has 100% confidence in the surgical operation.
No matter how difficult the operation is, he will not make any mistakes.
The only risk is...
"I have already cut my soul twice. How many times can I cut my soul?" There was a hint of hesitation in Zuo Bai's eyes.
But his hands did not stop moving, and he continued to perform various dazzling operations on the workbench.
Cutting is just a general metaphor. The actual process involves 13 complex steps.
After Zuo Bai's long research, he had a vague guess about the thickness of the soul.
Most people's souls can withstand three shearings, a few people's souls can withstand up to five shearings, and extremely rare people with special talents can withstand seven shearings.
Nine times is theoretically the limit that humans can achieve.
It may be that it's not just the soul, the soul limit of all living things cannot exceed nine times.
Behind these conclusions are cold experimental data and forbidden secret knowledge.
What inspired Zuo Bai the most was a forbidden file obtained from deep within the hidden door in District 6.
Behind the hidden door in the sixth area is a ruin of a civilization destroyed by a certain god himself, and the forbidden file records the horrifying, blasphemous research on God by a mad scientist in that world.
After years of research, Zuo Bai translated part of the information.
One of the translations yielded an extremely shocking conclusion: God is not eternal.
They can be killed!
But kill nine times!
Because, gods can be resurrected nine times! Nine is the maximum number, and it is also the limit of gods! In other words, if a person's soul can be cut nine times, it means that he can be "resurrected" nine times.
Although this resurrection may be different from the resurrection of gods.
But to some extent, can we say that this person is infinitely close to or even on par with gods?
Zuo Bai joined the Corpse Cult and entered the field of Eternal Life Technology. He was obsessed with conducting various inhumane experiments. Basically, he was using the power of the Corpse Cult to complete his own research.
And no matter what the subject he studies may seem on the surface, its essence actually points to the most secret core - the soul! Yes, Zuo Bai's tireless research on the soul is in the hope that one day he can create a god through science.
He doesn't even care if that god is himself, he just wants to create a god!
Therefore, it is impossible for such people to have any loyalty to the Corpse Cult, or even if they do, it must be very little.
This is also why, after he learned that the second clone was targeted by [Destiny], he did not alert the Cult of the Corpse, but immediately activated his hidden power in Eternal Life Technology to silence the "warriors" who witnessed the truth.
As for why those soldiers did not report to the company immediately - Zuo Bai was targeted by [Fate].
The answer analysis process is complicated, but the result is simple: they want to live!
Because I want to live, I must never tell the truth to the company, especially not mention a word about [fate].
Otherwise, for safety reasons, the company would definitely initiate isolation procedures, repeatedly interrogate and torture them, and finally execute them.
You have seen [Destiny], and you can actually come back alive?
Why didn't you die? Were you contaminated by [Fate]? If you were not contaminated by [Fate], then was [Fate] planting a seed in you, or was [Fate] marking you and following you here?
I don't know!!! Such associations are endless! And no matter how they answer, they will never be able to dispel the suspicion of the company and the corpse cult behind it.
When a cult organization doesn't trust you, do you still need to guess what your fate will be?
So, they tacitly kept their mouths shut and collectively made up a lie, reporting to the company that they were attacked by unknown militants and Professor Zuo Bai had "disappeared" in the chaos.
The result of disappearance is very crucial, as it not only retains the possibility of Zuo Bai's survival, but also leaves room for possible death.
After that, whether Professor Zuo Bai returns to the company or not, they can continue to cover up their lies.
Even at that time, they might still continue to collude with Zuo Bai, because they were sure that Zuo Bai himself would never dare to confess to the company the fact that he had encountered [fate].
Their guess was correct, so... they were all silenced by Zuo Bai.
The only one who escaped being silenced was Zhao Jingyi.
The reason why Zuo Bai let her go was that he made the decision after careful consideration.
There are three reasons:
Firstly, Zhao Jingyi cannot be considered an internal member of the Corpse Cult, and she probably does not know how terrifying [Fate] is. In other words, her fear of Fate is not as great as her fear of Zuo Bai.
As a student trained by him personally, Zuo Bai felt that he could completely control Zhao Jingyi.
Secondly, Zuo Bai needed someone to return to the company to look after the laboratory for him. Given that most of his students had died in No. 8 Middle School, Zhao Jingyi was the only person left who understood the operation of her laboratory, and her value was highlighted.
Thirdly, and most importantly, the [Destiny] alarm has not been lifted yet, and Zuo Bai doesn’t dare to go back to the company now.
He was afraid that [Fate] might catch up to the company, so he could only stay outside and observe until the alarm was lifted.
However, it would be difficult for him to abandon the company and the experimental resources behind the Corpse Cult, so he needed someone to act as his clone and continue to stay in the company and make contributions.
All the clones are dead, so it can only be Zhao Jingyi.
To sum up, after Zuo Bai completed the remote silencing, he completed the remote promotion of Zhao Jingyi through an encrypted channel and pushed her to the first assistant of the Eternal Life Technology Laboratory.
When he is not in the company, Zhao Jingyi can control the laboratory to the greatest extent, continue to apply for funds and experimental materials from the company on his behalf, and secretly transfer the laboratory's assets.
Yes, out of the rigor of a scientist, Zuo Bai had to prepare for the worst.
Thinking that if the company or the Corpse Cult were buried by [Fate] one day, he had to transfer as much as possible before that, no, rescue and preserve the company's precious heritage.
He loves the company very deeply~ It's a pity that Zuo Bai took precautions for everything, but he didn't expect someone to knock on the door suddenly.
He didn't know that fate loves to play tricks on those who think they can foresee everything! "Knock, knock, knock--"
A dull knocking sound suddenly penetrated the iron sheet of the container and exploded in the closed laboratory.
Zuo Bai had just completed a soul shearing, and his memories had just been uploaded to the computer. Before they could be transferred into the clone, he was interrupted by a knock on the door and his heart rate suddenly soared!
Shocked!
A cold, sudden shock hit his soul like a hammer.
Knock! Knock! Knock! The knock on the door sounded again.
It’s not an auditory hallucination!
The knocks on the door were neither hurried nor slow, with even intervals, revealing a sense of politeness and patience, as if indicating that the person outside the door was a polite and very friendly guest.
"Who is it?"
"Who's knocking at the door?"
"How did you find this place?"
Zuo Bai's breathing suddenly stagnated, his fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, and the moment the surveillance screen switched, his pupils suddenly contracted.
He had just completely immersed himself in the thirteen steps of "soul cutting". Although he was very confident, since it concerned his own soul, he did not dare to be distracted in the slightest.
As a top scientist, his concentration must be extraordinary. When he was concentrating on his work, he naturally ignored the taxi that suddenly appeared on the surveillance screen.
When he came to his senses, he found that a taxi had stopped outside the container at some point.
There was a person sitting in the taxi, a man, sitting in the passenger seat.
The seat belt was still tightly tied around his body, his face was pale and his eyes were empty, like a body with its soul taken away.
Zuo Bai didn't know him, but the fear frozen on that face made him feel the same way.
When his gaze shifted to outside the car, a chill instantly rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and his head almost split open.
What came into view were four faces that he desperately wanted to delete from his memory, but he dared not forget them for even a moment.
Three of them were standing on the left, right and back of the container respectively. Standing at the door and knocking was a man with white eyes dressed as a MC.
They are...
Zuo Bai's brain froze for a moment.
Thousands of words and thousands of thoughts finally converged into two words in his mind that were full of absurdity, despair, and disbelief: "Again?!!!"
What is the idea behind doing an experiment? It is to propose a hypothesis, design a plan, and then verify it.
And he had clearly made so many assumptions, deduced so many plans, and prepared so many backup plans... but why? ! Why did he just come knocking on the door? Ahhhhh——
This was the ultimate mockery of his intelligence and meticulous thinking, which he was so proud of! Knock! Knock! Knock! The third knock on the door sounded!
This time, the rhythm was a little faster and the intensity seemed to be a little stronger.
Zuo Bai's heart was in his throat. He felt that the person outside the door was getting a little impatient.
On the surveillance screen, the emcee at the door slowly raised his head, his eyes precisely aimed at the miniature camera on the outer wall of the container, which was covered with thick rust and camouflaged extremely well.
Even through the screen, Zuo Bai seemed to be able to feel the penetrating power and oppression brought by the pair of sinister white eyes.
"I know you're in there,"
The MC's voice came through the door, with a bit of heart-pounding kindness.
"Could you please open the door? We really don't want to hurt you. The employer has made it clear that he hopes the goods can be delivered in 'intact packaging'."
He paused and added very considerately, "Well, look, do you want us to pack it for you professionally?"
(End of this chapter)
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