"Sorry, maybe this is unfair to you, but in the future, I will give you your freedom and compensation." Zhang Heng said in a low voice, looking at the three unconscious people lying on the ground in front of him.
The next moment, he took out three translucent films about the size of fingernails from his clothes. If he looked carefully, he could see complex integrated circuit devices on the films. Zhang Heng flicked his fingers, and the three films were ready to fly into the long-prepared disinfectant as if they had eyes.
Next, Zhang Heng took off Thompson's chemical protective suit, injected an anesthetic for general anesthesia, then fixed him on the seat loaded with the robotic arm, and finally fixed the opponent's head.
If Joshua and others were here, they would probably understand immediately that what Zhang Heng did at this time was exactly the same as the brain transplant surgery seen in the video, and the instrument with dozens of small robotic arms hanging upside down, It’s automated surgical equipment!
This set of equipment was assembled by Zhang Heng after dismantling the sleeping chamber and following Julian's instructions. It is so sophisticated that it can even repair connections in cranial nerves. And those three thin-film-like things are one of the high-tech materials brought out from the alien plane—brain-controlling biochips.
This kind of biochip was developed by the biological department of Wieland Yutani Company, and its ultimate purpose is to control human and extraterrestrial life. The chip is made of a bionic plastic and does not need to destroy the brain structure. It only needs to be adhered to the inside of the meninges and provide energy by absorbing trace nutrients in the blood.
When the host wants to make a certain action, the electrodes on the chip will quickly receive nerve impulse signals, analyze the brain's neural movements through data processing technology, and decipher people's thoughts to control the host's behavior.
However, this kind of chip cannot actively control the consciousness of the human host due to technical reasons. If you want to control the behavior of the host, you can only preset certain values in the chip in advance - for example, on a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, the host must complete a certain task. . Or once the host wants to say something, the chip will emit a weak current to stimulate the cerebral cortex and prevent it from continuing to say something, etc.
Because it uses bionic materials and is ultra-thin and lightweight, it is difficult to detect the presence of the chip even with human body detection methods such as nuclear magnetic resonance and CT.
Moreover, the chip also has a self-destruct function. Once the chip receives a certain signal, it can start a self-destruct program, overload the circuit, and generate a high temperature of more than 300 degrees, causing damage to the host's brain and death.
With this kind of biochip, Zhang Heng can completely trust these scientists with the technology in his hands. Otherwise, once your technology is leaked in the future, what is the point of killing the leakers? He is still facing the fate of being the enemy of the whole world.
After securing Thompson, Zhang Heng walked behind the surgical equipment and turned on the instrument. Immediately, several robotic arms began to move. They pulled out a scanning light and scanned Thompson's white-haired head. Then it began to automatically remove the hair on the back of Thompson's head, precisely and quickly.
In just a few seconds, a chunk of Thompson's hair was missing from the back of his head, while another robotic arm wiped it with a sterile cotton ball. After doing all this, the instrument scanned again. After confirming that the position was accurate, several other robotic arms stretched out. These robotic arms were loaded with small laser emitters. The dark blue laser flickered, and suddenly the A perfect circle the size of a fingernail was drawn on the back of Thompson's head.
Then, another mechanical arm stretched out, sucked the circular area and pulled it slightly. Suddenly, the skin and the skull were pulled out, revealing bright red flesh and pale bone stubble, as well as the deepest half Transparent brain meninges.
Then, another robotic arm took out a biochip as thin as an icicle's wing from the disinfectant, inserted it straight from the wound, and penetrated deep into the meningeal layer. It was implanted in just a few seconds, and then other things that had been prepared were The robotic arm begins to inject wound adhesive glue into the wound and repositions the cut bone back.
This kind of wound adhesive glue uses a kind of nano-medical agent, which is not only very strong in bonding, but also has the function of anti-inflammation and sterilization to accelerate wound healing, which can speed up the healing of wounds that often take dozens of days by ten times, even if Even injuries that damage bones can heal within two or three days.
This kind of chip implantation surgery is countless times simpler than brain replacement surgery. It does not even require the use of life-support equipment. It is completely completed in less than three minutes. In two days at most, these people's wounds can heal, and they can no longer Not even the slightest trace could be seen.
Following the same process, ten minutes later, Zhao Qing and Minamino Shuichi were also implanted with biochips. At this point, Zhang Heng dared to use the three people with confidence and boldness, making them the first core forces of his company.
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The unique smell of disinfectant water in the laboratory permeated the air, dry and cold, making people's throats ache.
Thompson subconsciously opened his eyes. The fluorescent lights on the metallic ceiling were dazzling. He turned his head and realized that he was lying in the lounge.
Sitting up on the bed, Thompson felt groggy in his mind and subconsciously patted his head. Only then did he see the water that had been prepared beside him. After drinking it quickly, he felt better.
Only then did he realize that two other colleagues were lying on the bed not far from him. At this time, as he got up, the two of them also woke up and were looking at each other in confusion.
"Everyone, you are finally awake." The voice of the young boss came from the broadcast in the lounge, "I know the three of you have a lot of doubts now, but you will get the answer soon. Now, please enjoy your Let’s have lunch.”
After the other party said this, Thompson felt extremely hungry in his belly, as if he hadn't eaten for a long time. He turned his attention to the dining table aside and saw that there were various fruits, breads, dairy products and other shelf-stable foods on the dining table.
None of the three people spoke, they just sat at the dining table in silence and swallowed heavily.
"Three days."
Suddenly, the Chinese man Zhao Qing bit into the sausage and spoke while eating.
"What?" Thompson looked at the other party inexplicably.
"Time." Zhao Qing raised his wrist and saw a mechanical watch on his wrist. In addition to the time, the watch could also display the date function.
Thompson pushed up his glasses, took a closer look, and was surprised to find that he had been in a coma for three days!
"Bradycardia, headache, nausea and vomiting are the sequelae and side effects of propofol intravenous anesthesia." Minamino Shuichi on the side also said silently, "In the past three days, we have been injected with propofol, and maybe even There are other anesthetics..."
"We need an explanation." Thompson's face also became serious. Being inexplicably put into a coma for three days would not make anyone happy.
"This is just a subconscious test." At this moment, Zhang Heng's voice came over the radio again, "Because the company needs 100% loyal employees to conduct highly confidential experimental projects, we have no choice but to make this decision. I hope you will understand me."
"Subliminal test?" Thompson frowned, "I've never known any subliminal test that requires the use of general anesthesia."
"This test is to detect your brain waves after people are in a coma, just like hypnosis, asking you various questions. In this coma state, the brain's inhibitory mechanism will completely fail, so you can only tell the truth." Broadcast. The voice in the video continued, "If you don't believe me, touch the back of your head. Is there a piece of hair that has been shaved off? That is a device that sticks a detector on the back of your head to detect brain waves."
The three of them subconsciously touched the backs of their heads, and sure enough, a chunk of hair was missing there.
"Why didn't you tell us in advance?" Thompson asked dubiously.
"Because once we tell you in advance, you will be wary, and errors will occur during testing. Well, please don't continue to struggle with this issue. In order to express our company's apology, each of you will receive a Millions of dollars in compensation.”
Thompson frowned immediately. Although he wanted to continue to pursue the matter, when he wanted to get angry, there seemed to be something in his heart that prevented him from doing so, and even his own anger was suppressed.
"I accept."
"I accept that too."
What surprised Thompson even more was that the two people around him agreed to the other party's compensation without any hesitation, as if they had known it would happen.
"Where's Mr. Thompson?" the damn voice asked again.
"I... accept." Thompson sighed secretly. It seemed that he was really old. It was as if he suddenly no longer had the edge of his youth. Even if the other party did such an excessive thing, would he only compromise...
It's like I'm not myself anymore.