The lights and runes on the surface of all kinds of magic equipment kept flickering, and there was a low buzzing sound from the magic net at the base of the laboratory. A stream of light flashed across the surface of the recording device not far away, and then Kamel came to In front of the young researcher Cohen Bell.
"Auxiliary equipment is ready, Korn," the archarcanist buzzed, "ready for the third connection experiment."
The young technician on the chair nodded: "I'm ready."
While talking, he raised his head, looked at the pea not far away who came to look at it out of curiosity, and squeezed his eyes: "Look carefully at the side, this is the real use of nerve thorns."
After getting along for a period of time, almost everyone in this laboratory is already familiar with Pea.
Pea blinked, and she saw two more assistants coming forward, one of them turned on a device next to Cohen's chair, which looked like a terminal used to connect to other magic devices, shaped like a cylinder, The runes on the top flickered, and another assistant came behind Cohen, pulled out the nerve thorns on the back of the opponent's neck, and pulled out a "cable" similar to an artificial nerve cord from the cylindrical device, It is close to the end of the nerve thorn.
"Consciousness extension project, the third connection test, all units pay attention to record data."
Kamel reminded the members of the team, and then nodded to the laboratory assistant standing next to Cohen, who then connected the nerve thorn with the artificial nerve cord extending from the cylinder—the nerve thorn The terminal extending from the end 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, Pea saw that the young researcher's body tensed for a moment, and there was a whistling sound from many magic devices in the entire laboratory almost at the same time, and an unknown instrument was buzzing. The recording device spit out a long punched paper tape in an instant, and the lights in the entire laboratory seemed to be affected, and began to flicker.
Kamel and Pittman nervously watched Cohen as the tester, watching the other party forcibly regaining composure after the initial convulsions, and gradually recovering the ability to communicate with others, Pittman stepped forward first: "Cohen, can you hear me?" ?”
"Many voices... overlapping together..." Cohen barely opened his eyes, and looked at Pittman standing in front of him, "perceived... chaotic... but it seems... no, I can't control it..."
With the last scream coming from all the equipment, the light on the top of the metal cylinder standing next to the seat dimmed instantly, the connection terminals of the artificial nerve cord and nerve thorns also disconnected by themselves, and the lights in the laboratory suddenly dimmed , and a little bit back to normal—and Cohen Bell, who was sitting on the chair, was already breaking out in a cold sweat.
"Don't move yet," Pittman pressed Cohen's shoulder, "check the situation first."
After the temporary physical examination, Pittman and Kamel 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 last time," Kamel buzzed. "This 1.25 seconds is 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 somewhat frustrated. "Is there any difference between this connection and the previous one? What did you see when it was finally interrupted?" ?”
"Basically there is no change. After the connection, I can instantly feel that my perception has been greatly expanded, but it is mixed with countless indistinguishable... impurities. The information from the auxiliary equipment is not completely converted into harmless control signals, but It has become something I can't understand..." Cohen frowned, as if he didn't know how to describe his feelings for a while, and finally 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 boundaries of human perception will fall into confusion when they are directly exposed to 'strange cognition', and our brains cannot understand how a magic network terminal 'thinks'... This is not simple It’s a question of brain-computer translation,” Kamel shook his head, “The connection between the nerve thorn 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. 'Ambigration' is the biggest hurdle right now."
"Isn't it too early to want people's brains to directly control machines..." Pittman stroked the sparse beard on his chin, "Fortunately, the experiment of using nerve thorns to directly control the magic terminal went smoothly... It's also a period of time The torment was not in vain."
Pea did not understand what advanced technical concepts Kamel and Pittman were discussing. She just lay on the isolation railing next to the experimental area, leaned her neck and looked at Cohen Bell who was wiping sweat, her eyes widened: " Uncle Cohen, is this what you want me to look at? You look a bit embarrassed..."
Cohen Bell was even more shocked, and subconsciously pressed his hand on his forehead, while a researcher next to him couldn't help but tease: "Please don't be so casual—a little girl laughed at you."
Wan Dou glared at the researcher who spoke, her eyes were full of dissatisfaction—she was about to become an adult, at the age when she was quite sensitive to others treating herself as a child, so she immediately muttered: "Who said I am a little girl?" I'm going to be an adult in two years! And what is ridicule, I'm just telling the truth, Uncle Cohen has no objection, right Uncle Cohen? By the way, Uncle Cohen, you're still a little pale, aren't you? Are you sweating too much? Do you want to... "
Pea crackled and crackled, speaking in such a breathless way that the parties had no room to interrupt, so that Kamel and Pittman, who were standing by the side, couldn't help taking a small step back, and Pittman still whispered Muttering: "Why didn't we think of installing a switch for her at the time..."
Kamel blinked twice and buzzed: "... careless."
…
"Daughter? Do you already have a daughter?" The red-haired dragonborn's eyes widened in surprise, looking at the former leader who had been away for twenty years, but she quickly realized, "Ah, yes, already Twenty years, as a human being, this is a long time, you should start a family... But think about it this way, do you have children now? Have you just learned to speak?"
"Ah, my situation is a bit...complicated," Byron immediately realized that there was some ambiguity in his words, and quickly waved his hand. When he wanted to explain, he realized that his fate with Pea was so special. She couldn't help showing a grateful smile, "It's my adopted child, and it's fifteen years old this year. As for just learning to speak... that's because she has been mute for many years."
"Mute?" Azarena was even more surprised, and couldn't help but be more curious in her tone, "Is... healed?"
Byron glanced at Azarena, and suddenly showed a hint of pride on his face: "It's a miracle brought about by magic technology."
"Magic technology..." Azalena frowned slightly, repeated the word softly, and said with a little thought, "This word has also recently spread to the Holy Dragon Principality. It is said... it is the sudden rise of the Cecil Empire. Fundamentals. A considerable part of our trip to the south is also to see this brand-new thing with our own eyes.”
"The magic technology is not the only new thing in this land," Byron said with a smile and pride, "You have been away for twenty years, but just missed all the earth-shattering, and now you are going back to the southern border, believe me, Everything in there will leave you dumbfounded."
As he spoke, he raised the wine glass in his hand. In the crystal clear crystal glass container, the dark red wine reflected the light: "Welcome to Cecil."
Azalena raised her glass as well, and there was a clear sound of collision coming from mid-air. After taking a sip of the fine wine, the red-haired dragonborn couldn't help but shook his head with a smile: "I really miss the time when The days of cheap pubs, when big guys poured glass after glass of bad beer out of oak mugs... the watered down watered down shit sucks, but the glasses clink together as much as you want."
Byron smiled, and then took a peek at Victoria, who was talking to Sir Gorosh not far away, and quietly approached Azalena with his upper body, and said in a low voice, "If you are interested, go back to Rin After Winterhold, I’ll invite you to drink something more vigorous—do you know about Cecil’s frost resistance potion? Fifty-two-degree sauce-flavored type, drink it with a bucket in your hand, that’s very exciting…”
"I'm looking forward to it," Azarena also moved her upper body closer, smiling in a low voice, "but now tell me about your experiences over the years. What's the name of your adopted daughter? What kind of person is she?" child?"
Byron couldn't help laughing happily: "Her name is Pea, she's a good girl..."
…
In the eastern part of the mainland, night has already enveloped Aldernan.
An inner court nobleman in 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 with fine beads of sweat, and the crisp sound of leather boots stepping on the ground One by one pillars and one door after another moved, and finally came to the door of Rosetta Augustus' bedroom.
The inner court guard wearing black light armor and holding a war blade stepped forward and stopped the inner court nobleman: "Lord Bommier, His 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 Bomeier looked at the guard in front of him. His face was abnormally pale, and his muscles seemed to be tensed due to excessive tension. More fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. His abnormal performance made the heavily armed guards even more vigilant.
"I... I have something important to report to His Majesty immediately," Lord Bommier said with open hands, with an almost pleading attitude, "It is very important, this matter is really very important, and it may be too late !"
The inner court guard looked at the man in front of him, and nodded after a short thought: "Your Excellency, I can relay it for you."
"No, I can't say it now... I may only have one chance to speak, I have to tell His Majesty in person..." Lord Bommier grabbed the hem of his clothes, as if he was being watched from behind by something terrifying. It seems that he is using great courage to fight against some instinctive fear, but still insists on going to meet Rosetta Augustus, "Please go in and report, at least let His 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 as the guard spoke halfway, he was suddenly interrupted by a voice from behind the gate, a gentle but with a certain sense of irrefutable female voice said from behind the door: "Let him in—this is His Majesty's Order."
Hearing this voice, the guard immediately stood up straight and responded solemnly: "Yes, Miss Diana."
Afterwards, the gate of the inner court, which was sealed by magic, slid open silently, and the guard at the gate nodded to Lord Bomeier: "You can go in."
Lord Bommier stepped through the gate, and behind the heavy and gorgeous gold-encrusted gate, he saw a young woman with black hair, black eyes, dignified and soft appearance, but a blank and expressionless face, standing beside her. Wearing the dress of the most senior maid, her gaze was quietly falling on herself.
This is the chief maid of the Obsidian Palace, the highest female official in the inner court, a "maid"—but here, this "maid" symbolizes part of the mouthpiece of Emperor Rosetta.
"Thank you for your help, Miss Diana..." Bommier said.
"No need," said the head maid of the royal family indifferently, and raised her right hand slightly as she stepped forward, pointing forward, "Please follow me, Your Majesty is already waiting for you."
(Recommend a book, "Cyber Heroes", why do you recommend it? It's all in the title! ps: Personally, it is still worth reading, at least at the beginning of cyberpunk.)