Interspersed with fragments about the future (Part Two)
Li Bingqi slapped her mouth, wondering why it had to be so timely when it shouldn't have worked.
Despite thinking this to herself, the fleeting thought that crossed her mind still startled Li Bingqi.
The day when the time machine will officially take its first flight is fast approaching.
Everyone is waiting for the second set of emergency plans in case of an emergency.
They were already used to the existence of emergency plans.
The usually bustling command center was unusually quiet today. This was far more than just the death of one person.
Even the massive mechanical equipment next to it seemed to have no presence in the entire command room for the first time.
Fan Siwen lightly fiddled with the sleeve that didn't cover her fingers, then turned to Mo Yang and whispered, "If it were someone else, who would you want to be?"
Mo Yang didn't look at him at all, his gaze seemingly fixed on the door of the command room. "I don't know," he said lightly, as if everything that had happened had nothing to do with him.
As soon as Mo Yang finished speaking, the door to the command room was opened.
"All personnel, please proceed to the conference room for a meeting."
As soon as the sound subsided, everyone inside began to walk out the door in unison.
Fan Siwen glanced at Mo Yang behind her, and seeing that he hadn't followed, said, "Come on, what are you waiting for!"
"I'm going to the restroom, you guys go ahead."
Mo Yang, seemingly lost in thought, turned and went into the restroom with a blank expression.
After coming out, Mo Yang glanced at the time and figured that the leader would probably be there in a while. Rather than waiting in the meeting room, he might as well go somewhere to get some fresh air.
With his sharp eyes, he spotted Doumi, who had just woken up and was swaying her body, and quickly moved in the opposite direction from the conference room.
The long meeting ended, and Mo Yang had not participated in it at all.
Fan Siwen's heart pounded. This kid, despite his arrogant and domineering ways in the company all these years, had never missed a major meeting, especially one like this one, which was always urgent. When did this kid become so disrespectful to his superiors?
Stepping out of the conference room, Fan Siwen looked towards her workstation but didn't see Mo Yang.
Where did this person go?
I went to the restrooms and shouted at each door, but there was nothing there.
He glanced at his phone but didn't see any messages. However, he noticed the time: 18:50. Fan Siwen smiled and thought to himself, "They must have gone to eat."
She walked slowly to the corridor outside the storage room where Mo Yang usually liked to slack off, but strangely enough, she didn't see Mo Yang anywhere.
Where is this person?
"Something terrible has happened!"
Li Bingqi's voice suddenly drifted over from afar.
Fan Siwen followed the sound and quickly moved a few steps to see what had happened.
The sight before him made Fan Siwen's eyes widen in disbelief. The enormous time machine's display screen was still flashing startup codes. The machine's door was tightly shut, and Fan Siwen, ignoring Doumi's loud calls outside, ran over. When he looked inside, the machine was already empty.
"Who is it? Who started the equipment?!"
Everyone was frantically searching for the culprit, but Fan Siwen, looking at the spare equipment lying there, had a bad feeling, and his stats were soaring.
Li Bingqi frantically searched for information on the screen, reading line by line, word by word, afraid of missing any crucial details. Until she saw the number following the horizontal bar on the right side of the results column, she was completely dumbfounded.
"2-0-2-5 years, 2025, it can't be such a coincidence...it can't be..."
A seemingly insignificant line of words had already shattered Li Bingqi's heart.
Li Bingqi lost her balance and stumbled, falling against the armrest of a nearby chair.
Shunbai's hand weakly gripped the corner of the table.
"What do you know?" Fan Siwen ran over and helped Li Bingqi, who was about to stumble and fall.
Li Bingqi's pale fingers grabbed Fan Siwen's arm and said, "A voice flashed through my mind. I don't know who put it in, but it said that someone wants to travel to 2025."
Fan Siwen sat down on the ground in disbelief.
All employees in the company were present except for Mo Yang.
Li Bingqi reported her situation to headquarters.
The final result was that the sender of the brain information was not identified, but at the same time, Mo Yang's brain information network was disconnected, and the investigation showed that it was not a human system operation.
At this point, the launch ceremony for the time machine test flight project has been suspended, and all further decisions will be made after the results are made public.
The whole world seemed to have stopped.
For many days after Mo Yang's departure, Fan Siwen was in a daze.
He couldn't understand why such a baffling thing would happen in his otherwise orderly life.
Even the relevant government departments have not provided a reasonable and transparent result.
The entire company was like a bunch of rats in a scramble, running wild throughout the company.
The command center has not yet formulated clear rules and regulations to guide everyone in which direction to continue their actions.
Whether it was Fan Siwen's imagination or not, he felt that the world system was on the verge of collapse. This was the first time since the robot war that humanity's behavior and emotions had been uniformly controlled by brain-computer interfaces.
There were moments when he even felt he had temporarily forgotten about Mo Yang's time travel, and everything was as calm as if nothing had happened. But certain memories would always bring him back to mind this person and the things related to him.
The company decided to take Doumi away and confiscate it, after all, it was already one of the few purebred dogs in the world, and the market demand was not large. Fan Siwen thought about the possible fate of Doumi and couldn't bear it for a moment, so he applied to the company for the dog's adoption rights.
The qualification documents were confirmed in one second, and the qualification certificate was issued immediately.
Looking at Doumi, who was 5 meters away from her, Fan Siwen asked the robot from the breeding center to come and help her send Doumi to a foster care center.
Gradually, no one in the company knew about Mo Yang anymore. Everything seemed to be the same as before, except that occasionally there would be some work-related hiccups. Everyone would just frown, but no one would think about why such things happened.
Even the intern who usually nags Mo Yang has shifted her focus to her new mentor, as if Mo Yang never existed.
The changes around him terrified Fan Siwen.
He felt that the world was being manipulated and had become different from before.
He didn't want to forget Mo Yang, and he didn't want to pretend that nothing had happened.
Everything that happened was real; he needs proof.
It is unrealistic to use one's willpower to resist brain-computer interfaces.
After much deliberation, Fan Siwen picked up the thick protective suit, stepped into the moonlight of the dark night, and secretly crossed the protective barrier to reach the rumored black market.
Just like in the legends, it's pitch black here, and the whole street gives you the feeling of being bottomless.
Based on the information given to him by the merchant when he bought the protective suit, Fan Siwen stopped at the small door on the right side of the third stall at the entrance.
He glanced up, saw nothing suspicious, quickly closed his eyes, and went inside.
"This is our first meeting, sir. You are a newcomer to our establishment, but a regular customer of the manager. Please have a seat. If you need anything, please let us know."
Well, it's the same chattering robot that I bought the protective suit with.
However, judging from the style, it doesn't seem to be an old version that was bought from someone else. It's probably made by the shop owner. It seems to be a shop with technical skills, not just a fake.
Fan Siwen's apprehension lessened somewhat.
"I want to remove the brain-computer interface without anyone noticing. Is there any way to do that?"
"Under normal circumstances there is no way to do it, but under abnormal circumstances it is not impossible to do so."
"How exactly do I do it?" Fan Siwen stood up excitedly, leaning on the table.
"The operating price is divided into three tiers: Tier 1, Tier 2, and Tier 3. Tier 1 is the lowest, and Tier 3 is the highest. The lowest tier operates according to the standard, but there may be errors or omissions. You will be responsible for resolving any issues that may occur. The highest tier operates according to the highest standard, and the probability of errors or omissions is very low. It also includes lifetime after-sales service."
After listening, Fan Siwen thought for a moment, "Is there a situation where there is absolutely no chance of anything going wrong?"
The robot, which was perfectly fine, suddenly started cursing, "Do you think you're operating a robot? You idiot! Everyone makes mistakes."
Fan Siwen hadn't heard such professional insults in a long time, and thought it was interesting. "Then let's go to level three. When can we operate it? My brain-computer interface can't last too long, so it would be best if it could be used while..."
As Fan Siwen was speaking, he became dazed and collapsed to the ground.
The robot in front of him was looking at him innocently, holding an extremely thin syringe.
A scarred man emerged from behind the door, dragging the other man inside while muttering curses, "Stop dawdling..."
Not long after, Fan Siwen opened her eyes, looked at the dark ceiling in front of her, and then at the messy workbench next to her. She felt a little numb at the back of her head.
As she stood up, holding her head, a cloth doll fell to the ground.
Fan Siwen immediately felt as if her body had been hit hard by a stone, and her whole body ached.
"Congratulations, you just knocked over your brain-computer interface doll. It's worth noting that your brain-computer interface has not only been implanted in the doll, but a portion of your sensory nerves are also connected to it. Please treat the doll kindly and keep it away from water, fire, and all other natural resources. If you think the doll is dirty, you can change its clothes, but please do not wash it, please do not wash it." The robot's voice sounded at the opportune moment.
Fan Siwen found it amusing and then asked, "Why is it that my whole body aches, but my head doesn't?"
"Because your head was just anesthetized, and the anesthesia hasn't worn off yet, you can take an ibuprofen tablet when you have a headache, or you can do the usual procedure of applying an ice pack."
"Oh," Fan Siwen responded casually.
"Thank you for your patronage. If there are no further questions, we look forward to your next visit."
"Wait, I haven't paid yet."
"Friendly reminder: You have already paid. Your brain-computer interface automatically paid the surgery fee just before the procedure."
Fan Siwen tried to check her balance information, but no matter how hard she tried, the page wouldn't load.
"Why can't I see my personal information?" Fan Siwen seemed a little flustered.
"Because your brain-computer interface has already been removed in the surgery just now."
Fan Siwen then realized what he had done.
"Does that mean that when I walk on the street, all the instruments will detect my abnormality!" Fan Siwen finally realized the seriousness of the matter.
"Rest assured, sir/madam. We offer lifetime after-sales service at three different price points. The monitoring devices on city roads can only measure the area within a person's reach. As long as you carry the doll with you, you won't be detected. Friendly reminder: You can also start growing your hair out a bit from now on. This will not only protect you but also help you establish a sense of belonging with the other people in the city. The other people in the city hold parties from time to time, and you are welcome to participate if you are interested."
Fan Siwen seemed to have realized something.
So the wolf tail hairstyle didn't just happen to become popular by chance. He was wondering why such an old-fashioned hairstyle had become popular again.
"Oh, I see." Fan Siwen, who was still marveling at the situation, was suddenly pushed by a robot to appear outside the door.
"It's getting late. I hope you have a great first day as a member of another race."
Fan Siwen seemed to wake up suddenly, looking at the sky that was about to brighten, and strode towards the isolation zone.
At the same time, the stall door, which had just been open, suddenly slammed shut.
The person behind the hidden door threw away the microphone in his hand, muttering curses and yawning as he walked into the small room inside.
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