Abyssal Wanderer

After being taken away from the "Narcissus Plain" by Charon, Christie did not choose to immediately go up and return to the base reality.

Under Charon's suggestion, she spent about half a month on self-adjustment-this process is similar to rehabilitation after long-term paralysis, but it is rehabilitation on the spiritual level.

After all, she has been trapped and locked in the abyss dark net for decades, even though she was asleep most of the time. However, the stimulation of the cyberspace cognitive environment and the subtle influence on the brain synapses will inevitably make her unable to adapt to her body in the base reality immediately.

Not to mention, God knows which prosthetic bodies were removed from her body by those guys outside for safety reasons.

If he wakes up so rashly, the prosthetic body installed in his brain will drive crazily. As a result, the body cannot find hardware support at all, and the impact on the mental index will be extremely huge.

For this reason, she not only needs to carry out cognitive exercises to adjust her mental state; she also needs to carry out adaptive training for the prosthetic body that may be removed—for the adjustment person, the prosthetic body and the implanted body are Equivalent to their own organs. Although the removal of some "organs" will not affect the survival of the individual, it will still cause symptoms similar to "phantom limb pain" and affect the mental state of the adjuster.

According to Christie's estimate, his "weak inertia auxiliary engine" must have been removed. After all, it is a power system that can support her to explore deep space with a small amount of energy, and it is an uncontrollable element installed on her body. But on the other hand, removing this thing will not affect her vital signs.

As for its own energy supply system - the remote transmission antimatter specification power furnace. She believes that no matter who is guarding her now, even those inhumans who have broken through the limit of human intelligence, they will not dare to take the risk of forcibly dismantling it. After all, the thing floating in the heart of the furnace is like the cat in Schrödinger's box. If you don't open it, you will never know whether it is a simple hydrogen atom or an antimatter hydrogen atom with positively charged electrons.

If it's the latter, the scene is rock and roll enough.

As for the other... all kinds of weapons and equipment used for killing, no matter how you think about it, they must have been removed. Even if they haven't been dismantled, unless those guys are carefully maintained, they will be left in one place for decades, and most of those things will break down.

The "Probabilistic Cloud Defense System" must have been taken offline, but because the "Strong Observer Vision" is integrated with one's own biological brain, the other party would never dare to mess around...

"Hey! Old man, I said that I will continue to adjust like this, how long will it take? It's almost done, there are some problems left, it won't be too late after I return to the base reality and install all the prosthetic bodies back?"

After adjusting his state for an unknown number of times, but the guy holding the boat still didn't say anything, Christie urged with a slightly dissatisfied tone.

"hehe……"

What responded to her was the disdainful mocking voice of the boatman.

The current interface of "Charon" is quite different from what she remembered. The way the other party liked to show people before was a taciturn old man with a stooped back. In the past, when I was its steed in the base reality, I might not be able to speak two words a week, so that Christie wondered if there was something wrong with its language model.

And thanks to it, those guys who have worked with me in the past always feel that they are unsmiling, low-key, and action-oriented when they disagree with each other.

The kind who don't talk too much.

But now...

"If every reckless person wants to offer me a coin, then the god of wealth should be replaced by me from Pluto. Or are you just so unwilling to cooperate with me? It needs to be so extreme Ways to counter my decision?"

The ugly, deformed and thin old man said so in a very mocking tone. As he spoke, he turned his head, and a few faint sparks jumped out of his eyes.

I haven't seen him for so many years, this guy seems to have changed himself to an interactive interface that likes yin and yang.

Is this popular nowadays?

This boring question didn't even stay in Christie's mind for a moment, and she choked back instinctively:

"Then it's fine for us to continue to pass the time on the River Styx like this - if after paying a heavy price, you want that existence from the abyss to slap you just for this, then I have nothing to say... ...old man, are you listening?"

Her words were originally just venting - scolding the AI ​​is essentially no different from punching a pillow with a fist. They don't have "emotions", or rather, they can appear to have "emotions", but that doesn't affect their decision-making.

However, what Christie didn't expect was that the other party was silent... Although she didn't know whether this pause was a preset response procedure, or her own words really played a role-this is the point of communicating with AI. Fuck it, you will never be able to tell whether the other party's response is a preset template, or a few key words have really played a role.

"All right……"

After a while, Charon said:

"Although I don't believe that Hecate's project can be successful, and I don't think human emotions are such an important variable. But you are right, now we are showing some favors to the one who has already proved that he still exists... There seems to be no other loss."

Christie felt a little baffled—the other party seemed to be persuaded by him all of a sudden, so what was going on?

However, before she could ask, the other party suddenly appeared behind her. His skinny hand, like a bird's claw, grabbed onto his shoulder—it was as hot as a piece of charcoal fire just out of the oven, and it melted her bionic skin in an instant, revealing the radiance under the skin. Black armor.

But compared to the insignificant scratch of her stand-in program itself, the torrent of information that was forcibly poured into her mind at this moment made her feel even more unacceptable.

For a moment, she felt that she was no longer herself. It was as if there was something originating from an altitude of 90,000 feet, trying to take over her body.

[Now, open your Mandala certification]

Charon's voice appeared in her head, it ordered so.

She has experienced this feeling countless times in the past - when those beings originating from the ocean of information wish to deeply interfere with human society, they will turn into "riders" and choose their own "steeds" in the base reality "Ride.

"Do you want it now?"

Christie endured the pain that seemed to grind his brain with a file, and asked in the depths of his consciousness.

Since the riders can control the bodies of the horses in the base reality, it will only be easier for them to control the avatar programs in the abyss and dark net. Usually, they don't do it because there's no need to.

Of course, no matter how simple it is, the verification of the mandala password is still necessary.

【Don't you want to return to the base reality immediately】

The other party replied.

Although it is not clear which nerve the other party is wrong, Christie still nodded in response to the other party's behavior.

Imagine a burning bass, and charred corpses all over the stage...

She certified her own mandala.

In an instant, something took hold of her body. And the mental state that I carefully adjusted like building blocks before, is now like a tall building rising from the ground in an instant.

instant stability.

"you……"

My hard work in the past half a month seems to have become a joke at this moment-the other party can actually "reset with one button" and instantly return myself to the mental state of the year.

But he just didn't do it before.

Compared with how the other party did it, what is more important is...

"Then why didn't you do this before..."

Also wasted half a month of my time.

【Do you still remember the commission that the goddess gave you before】

Without directly answering her question, Charon touched on another topic.

"Protect a child at depth 1 of the Theseus path?"

Christie recalled that AI's strange commission.

Immediately, the muscles on her face twitched, revealing a mean and ugly smile-although the appearance was very different, at this moment Christie looked a lot like Charon on a boat.

"She" opened her mouth and "talked to herself" in Charon's voice:

"Now the first thing I ask you to do is the same as she said before. Save the life of that human...he is about to be killed now." (End of this chapter)