Chapter 835: Brain-Computer Connection Project

The lights and runes on the surface of all kinds of magic equipment flickered constantly, and there was a low humming sound from the magic net at the base of the laboratory. In front of young researcher Cohen Bell.

"Auxiliary equipment is ready, Cohen," the Grand Arcanist hummed, "ready for the third connection experiment."

The young technician in the chair nodded: "I'm ready."

As he spoke, he raised his head, looked at Pea not far away, who came to look at him out of curiosity, and squeezed his eyes: "Watch carefully, this is the real use of nerve thorns."

After a period of time together, almost everyone in this laboratory has become acquainted with Pea.

Peadou blinked, and she saw two more assistants come forward, one of them turned on a device next to Cohen's seat, it looked like some kind of terminal used to connect other magic devices, shaped like a cylinder, The top rune flashed, and another assistant came behind Cohen, pulled out the nerve thorns on the back of the other's neck, and pulled out a "cable" similar to an artificial nerve cord from the cylindrical device, connecting the It is near the end of the nerve thorn.

"Consciousness extension project, the third connection test, all units pay attention to record data."

Carmel reminded the team members, and then nodded to the laboratory assistant standing next to Cohen, who then connected the nerve thorn to the artificial nerve cord extending from the cylinder - the nerve The terminal extending from the end of the thorn seemed to come alive at this moment, and immediately entangled and connected with the corresponding structure on the nerve cord to form a whole.

In the next second, Peadou saw the young researcher's body tense for a moment, and there was a whistling sound from many magic devices in the entire laboratory at the same time, and unknown instruments were buzzing, nearby. His recording equipment instantly spit out a long tape of punched paper, and the lights in the entire laboratory seemed to be affected, and began to flicker.

Carmel and Pittman watched nervously at Cohen as a tester, watching the other person forcibly regain his composure after the initial convulsion, and gradually regain his ability to communicate with the outside world. Pittman stepped forward first: "Cohen, can you hear me? ?"

"Many voices...overlapping..." Cohen barely opened his eyes and looked at Pittman standing in front of him, "perceived...chaos...but it seemed...no, I couldn't control it..."

With the last whistle coming from all the equipment, the light at the top of the metal cylinder standing beside the seat dimmed instantly, the connection terminals of the artificial nerve cord and nerve thorns also disconnected by themselves, and the light in the laboratory suddenly dimmed. , and returned to normal a little bit - and Cohen Bell sitting in the chair was already in a cold sweat.

"Stay still," Pittman pressed Cohen's shoulder. "Check the situation first."

After the temporary physical examination, Pittman and Carmel confirmed that the tester was not harmed, and then Pittman shook his head and sighed: "It still didn't work..."

"But it's 1.25 seconds longer than the last time," Carmel buzzes. "It's 1.25 seconds long enough for us to record more data."

"It's true... These data should be of some reference value," Pittman smacked his lips and looked at Cohen Bell, who was a little frustrated, "Is this connection any different from the previous one? What did you see when it was finally interrupted? already?"

"There is basically no change. After connecting, you can feel that your perception has been greatly expanded, but it is mixed with countless indistinguishable... impurities, the information from the attached equipment has not been completely converted into harmless control signals, and It's become something I can't understand..." Cohen frowned, as if he didn't know how to describe his feelings for a while,

Finally, he said a word that he thought barely fit, "Some kind of 'perception' that I can't understand."

"As we conjectured in our last meeting, the human perception boundary is thrown into chaos when it comes into direct contact with 'unfamiliar cognition', and our brains cannot understand how a magic web terminal 'thinks'... It’s simply a matter of brain-machine translation,” Carmel shook his head. “The connection between the nerve thorns and the brain is deeper than the traditional artificial nerve cord, so that the barrier between the brain and the machine becomes more and more blurred. This 'blur' is the biggest hurdle right now."

"Is it still a little early to let the brain directly control the machine..." Pittman stroked the sparse beard on his chin, "But luckily, the experiment of using neural thorns to directly control the magic terminal went smoothly... The tossing of time has not been in vain.”

But Pea didn't understand what advanced technical concepts Carmel and Pittman were discussing. She just lay on the fence next to the experimental area, looking at Cohen Bell, who was wiping sweat, with her eyes wide open: " Uncle Cohen, this is what you made me take a good look at? You look a little embarrassed..."

Cohen Bell was hit even more, subconsciously pressing his hand on his forehead, and a researcher next to him couldn't help but tease: "Please don't be so casual - let a little girl laugh at it."

Peadou glared at the researcher who opened her mouth, her eyes full of dissatisfaction—she was about to become an adult, and she was at a very sensitive age when others treated herself as a child, so she immediately started talking: "Who said I was a child? Girl? I'm two years away from coming of age! And what is ridicule, I'm just telling the truth, Uncle Cohen doesn't have a problem with himself, doesn't he? Isn’t it uncomfortable to sweat a lot? Do you want to…”

The peas began to crackle, and the airless way of speaking left the parties with no room to interrupt, so that Carmel and Pittman, who were standing on the side, couldn't help but take a small step back, Pittman still whispered. He murmured: "Why didn't we think of putting a switch on her at that time..."

Carmel flickered twice and buzzed: "...careless."

...

"Daughter? Do you already have a daughter?" The red-haired Longyi widened his eyes in surprise, looking at the former captain who had been away for twenty years, but she quickly reacted, "Ah, yes, already Twenty years, as a human being, that's a long time, you should start a family... but thinking about it, do you have children now? Have you just learned to speak?"

"Ah, my situation is a bit... complicated," Byron immediately realized the ambiguity in his words, and waved his hand quickly. When he wanted to explain, he realized that his fate with Pea was so special, and his face was full of ambiguity. She couldn't help showing a sympathetic smile, "It's my adopted child, and she's fifteen years old this year. As for just learning to speak... that's because she has been mute for many years."

"Dumb?" Asarena was even more surprised, and couldn't help but be a little more curious in her tone, "Is it... cured?"

Byron glanced at Asarena, and suddenly a hint of pride appeared on his face: "It's a miracle brought about by magic technology."

"Magic technology..." Asarena frowned slightly, repeated the word softly, and said with a trace of thought, "This word has also been spread to the Holy Dragon Duchy recently, and it is said... it is the sudden change of the Cecil Empire. The foundation of the rise. A considerable part of our trip down this time was also to see this new thing with our own eyes.”

"The new things in this land are more than magic technology," Byron said with a smile and pride, "You have been away for 20 years, but you just missed all the earth-shaking, and now you are just going back to the South, believe me, Everything there will leave you dumbfounded."

As he said that, he raised the wine glass in his hand. In the crystal clear glass container, the crimson wine reflected the light: "Welcome to Cecil."

Asarena also raised her glass, and the crisp collision sound came from mid-air. After taking a sip of the fine wine, the red-haired Dragonborn couldn't help but smiled and shook his head: "I really miss being there when I was there. The days when big guys poured bad beer from oak mugs in cheap pubs .

Byron smiled, then took a peek at Victoria, who was talking with Ser Gorosh not far away, and leaned up next to Asha Lena in a low voice, saying in a low voice, "If you're interested, go back to Rin. After Winterhold, I'll invite you to drink something more energetic—do you know about our Cecil's frost resistance potion? Fifty-two degrees of sauce flavor, drink it with a bucket, that's energetic..."

"I'm looking forward to it," Asha Lena also brought her upper body closer and whispered with a smile, "but now tell me about your experience over the years. What's the name of your adopted daughter? What is she like? child?"

Byron couldn't help laughing happily: "Her name is Pea, that's a good boy..."

...

In the eastern part of the continent, the night has enveloped Aldenan.

An inner court noble wearing a dark coat hurriedly walked through the deep and secluded corridors of the Obsidian Palace. The brilliance of the magic spar lamp shone on his face that was slightly oozing with fine sweat, and the crisp sound of leather boots on the ground rang out. Columns and doors moved one by one, and finally came to the door of Rosetta Augustus's bedroom.

The inner court guard wearing black light armor and holding a war blade stepped forward and stopped the inner court noble: "Lord Bomeier, Your Majesty is ready to rest, and you have no right to enter the inner palace at this time."

The nobleman of the inner court known as Lord Beaumeier looked at the guard in front of him. His face was abnormally pale. It seemed that his muscles were tensed due to excessive tension. More fine beads of sweat seeped out from his forehead. The abnormal performance made the heavily armed guards even more vigilant.

"I... I have something important to report to Your Majesty immediately," Lord Beaumeier said with an almost pleading attitude, "very important, this matter is really very important, it may be too late if it's too late. It's gone!"

The inner court guard looked at the man in front of him, and nodded after thinking for a while: "Your Excellency, I can relay it on your behalf."

"No, I can't say it now... I may only have one chance to speak, I have to tell His Majesty in person..." Lord Beaumeier grabbed the hem of his clothes, as if he was being watched from behind by something terrifying , he seems to be using great courage to fight against some kind of instinctual fear, but still insists on going to meet Rosetta Augustus, "Please go in and report, at least let Your Majesty know that I have been here... …”

The two guards at the door looked at each other with some embarrassment: "Your Excellency, please don't let us..."

But just halfway through the guard's words, he was interrupted by a voice suddenly coming from behind the door, a gentle but indisputable female voice said from behind the door: "Let him in - this is Your Majesty. The command."

Hearing this voice, the guard immediately stood up straight and responded with awe: "Yes, Miss Diana."

Afterwards, the door of the inner court, which was blocked by magic, slid silently to both sides, and the guard at the door nodded to Lord Beaumeier: "You can go in."

Lord Beaumeier stepped over the gate, and behind the heavy and gorgeous gold-studded gate, he saw a young woman with black hair and black eyes, a dignified and soft face, but a blank face, standing beside him. Wearing the dress of the most senior maid, his eyes were silently falling on him.

This is the royal maid of Obsidian Palace, the highest female official in the inner court, a "maid" - but here, this "maid" symbolizes part of the mouthpiece of Rosetta the Great.

"Thank you for your help, Miss Diana..." Bomeier said.

"No need," said the head maid indifferently, and raised her right hand slightly to point forward as she stepped forward, "Please come with me, Your Majesty is already waiting for you."

(Recommend a book, "The Legend of Cyber ​​Heroes", why recommend it? It's all in the title! Ps: Personally, it's still worth reading, at least the beginning of Cyberpunk has an inner taste.)