Chapter 61 Consciousness Uploading [VIP]
"Find an entertainment company to post it on StarNet."
When they heard this message, the Eternal Night Pirates had just completed their third wormhole jump.
The construction of an artificial wormhole takes time, as does the jump process, during which the course must be calibrated.
Even if this calibration is only off by 0.0001 degrees on a star map, it is still at least the distance of several star systems in the vast ocean of stars.
Even if the crew members are eager to return to the captain, they cannot be careless at this time.
Fortunately, most of the crew members in the space pirate group are intelligent robots who obey the captain's orders in everything. They are highly efficient and have an almost zero error rate, so they basically never make mistakes.
As for the remaining small number of carbon-based crew members...
After completing the captain's orders, Decay sent his work log for that period without hiding anything, and added a final note: Red Shift is about to die.
Carbon-based life cannot avoid the topic of "life and death".
After several years, hundreds of years, or even thousands of years, even with the most advanced technology to prolong life, the aging of human beings is inevitable.
The captain's reply came quickly, and his seemingly inhuman voice echoed throughout the bridge.
"Then let him die quickly, why are you telling me this?"
"He hopes to see you before he dies in his old age."
Decay's tone remained unchanged, and the crew members were not affected by the voice at all, nor did they delay their work.
The entire bridge was filled with a metallic indifference.
"Ha." Yale laughed angrily, not even bothering to find a plausible excuse.
"Why is he meeting me? Is he trying to disgust me with that ugly, wrinkled face of his? Stop kidding! Let him choose a way to die quickly, right now!"
"I understand." Decay's voice remained calm.
Yale's cursing voice was quite justified.
"Uploading a mind is so difficult. Of the entire pirate group, he's the only one lying in bed pretending to be terminally ill. Don't think I don't know he's just slacking off and playing games!"
The cold atmosphere seemed like an illusion and disappeared from the bridge in an instant.
The crew members burst into laughter, some even laughed so hard that they fell off their seats, knelt on the ground and slammed the deck.
"Hahahaha, I've disliked that Hongyi brat for a long time. Captain, you should shut down his internet access!"
"Believe it or not, he's still playing games. We should get him out of the nutrition cabin as soon as possible!"
"What do you know? Redshift is still greedy for the carbohydrates that carbon-based organisms have. They don't want to be like us who don't need to eat anything."
Ignoring the laughter and teasing of the crew members, Decay, who had received his new mission, left the bridge, took the elevator down, walked through several corridors, and came to a door.
This is not the dormitory area, but the medical area.
As a carbon-based life form, Red Shift is indeed very old, so old that it can no longer eat or walk on its own and can only lie in the nutrition cabin.
But it won’t be boring, because as long as you connect to the Star Network, you can enter the virtual world with ideology, and playing games is just one category in the virtual world.
The rooms inside the starship have very good sound insulation.
But things were different after he pushed open the door. Decay heard a desperate cry from the nutrient cabin.
"Ah—why is my internet down?!"
Decay coughed lightly twice, and the cursing sounds in the nutrient cabin immediately disappeared, replaced by weak groans.
"Stop pretending! The Captain wants me to cut off your nutrition tank and access to the Star Network until you die of old age or upload your mind."
The groaning sound disappeared, and after a brief silence, Hongyi's old voice smiled helplessly.
"As expected of the captain I swore allegiance to, how cruel... I just want to see him before I die."
"You know full well that you can't really die," Decay reminded him.
This is the reason why the majority of the Eternal Night Pirates are composed of androids.
After uploading their consciousness, they can be reborn again and again using a new bionic body as long as the container carrying the consciousness is not destroyed.
To put it more bluntly, as long as the captain is not dead, they are a truly immortal legion.
Many carbon-based crew members who join the ship will choose to replace their bionic bodies as soon as possible, which will make them stronger and more efficient.
Even those that are not replaced quickly will be replaced when the body is no longer young.
The only exception is Hongyi, who has lived too long in a carbon-based body.
Decay didn't understand, but until the captain said anything, he respected Red Shift's choice.
Now that the captain has expressed his opinion, he will naturally act according to the captain's instructions.
"Tell me, if I refuse to upload my mind and refuse to continue living... will the Captain feel sad?"
The skinny old man lying in the nutrition cabin had wrinkles all over his face, and from his cloudy eyes, Decay could barely discern a ray of sadness and hope.
He suddenly thought that a long time ago, this crew member named Hongyi was still a baby lying in swaddling clothes and crying loudly.
The other party's parents were natives of a resource-rich planet colonized by an advanced civilization. After the Eternal Night Pirates occupied the planet, Yale took the baby away from among their dead.
Since then, the baby has grown up on the starship, until now, he is too old even for the life support devices to work.
The data stream passed by quickly, and Decay browsed through all the memories related to Red Shift, and did not find any tendency of him to be detrimental to the captain.
"Why?" Decay was even more confused. "You shouldn't think that way. Of course the Captain will feel sad."
Hongyi closed his eyes, as if feeling tired, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.
"That's great! I can make the captain feel sad..."
Decay frowned, "You shouldn't make him feel bad."
"I know. Of course I'm aware of that."
Hongyi opened his eyes again, and driven by the brain waves connected to the nutrition cabin, he called up the option of whether to upload his consciousness.
His breathing became heavy, and for a long moment, he still hadn't made a choice.
Decay reminded him, "If you insist on fulfilling your wish, I can transfer the communication authority to you."
"No, it's okay. I'm just... a little hypocritical."
Hongyi smiled, paused on the negative option for a while, and finally chose consciousness uploading.
Compared to his insignificant wishes, the captain is the most important.
After the consciousness uploading was completed, the old man closed his eyes forever.
At the same time, in the room where the bionic man was kept, the value displayed on a culture chamber quickly reached 100%.
The hatch was retracted, and the young man standing inside with his eyes closed slowly opened his eyes.
The data stream flashed quickly in his eyes and then disappeared quickly. Hongyi, who had not gotten out of bed and walked for a long time, slowly went down with the help of the lid and put his feet firmly on the ground.
The energy provided by nuclear fusion fuel rods is stable at 100%.
His body, which had been customized with various data in advance, was full of strength, and he felt that he could overturn an entire colonial ship with one hand.
Hongyi moved around a few times and adjusted his body to fit in, then he changed his clothes and walked quickly towards the bridge.
The little emotions he once had when he was a carbon-based life form have disappeared, and now he doesn't have any nostalgia for the past at all.
If he had known that being a bionic man would feel so good, he would have uploaded his consciousness long ago!
"How long will it take to reach our destination? I can't wait to show off my new body to the captain!"
There are still two wormhole jumps left. According to the time on the planet where Yale is now, there are probably three or four months left.
Yale was not very anxious about this, mainly because there were many interesting things on this planet. He was not bored, but was very interested in continuing to explore.
After the Island of Music and the City of Water, he brought back several more islands, all of which were East China Sea islands that had been missed before.
Those who could escape escaped, and those who couldn't escape chose to wait for death. It was quite interesting to see their desperate expressions.
A few days later, the Red Hair Pirates planned to leave.
To Yale's disappointment, they did not appear in front of Uta, but just watched her from a distance for a while, made sure that she was doing well, and then left.
Yale didn't quite understand, not even Shanks' answer.
Something like meeting Uta will cause her secondary harm. Is concealing the truth from ten years ago really the best choice?
"It's just the best choice for you." Standing at the port, Yale calmly corrected Shanks' statement.
"You didn't give her a chance to choose, and I, as a bystander, knew that clearly."
Shanks looked at him for a moment, then nodded in acknowledgement.
"Yes, but it happened and she's living a happy life now... I can't hurt her again."
"Whatever, it's your own business." Yale shrugged and watched Shanks and his party walk onto the deck of the Red.
Looking at the group of people standing behind the ship's side, he suddenly laughed, and his voice was clearly heard by everyone in the Red Hair Pirates. "By the way, I have a puzzling question. I wonder if you are willing to answer it."
"What?" Shanks asked.
"Why do you think that everything you see is real?"
As Yale finished speaking, something strange happened.
Dark clouds swept across the earth, blocking out the sunlight.
The salty, moist, and gentle sea breeze whistled by, bringing with it a strong, pungent smell of blood and decay.
The port town that was a bustling and prosperous one second ago suddenly turned into a terrifying and desperate purgatory.
The vibrant and complex colors were replaced by intense red and black, with charred and dilapidated houses, streets soaked in black blood, and piles of mutilated corpses with their eyes open.
Metal balls flashing red light flew in the air, like precise killing machines, slaughtering all surviving humans.
Screams and cries, along with the explosion, hit the eardrums of the Red Hair Pirates.
Standing among the corpses, Yale smiled happily, and his golden eyes under his red hair shone with a crazy light.
"Come and guess, Red Hair Pirates, which one do you think is real and which one is fake?"
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