Abyssal Wanderer

Tartarus, a special security department housing entities related to the Abyss Darknet, the fourth prison.

At this moment, a guard team composed of the purest natives without any prosthetic body is carefully following the procedures to unlock the mechanical structure door of the prison where "Theseus" is held.

That's right, the guards guarding the suspected "Hecate" steed were not just adjusters. They don't even have simple prosthetic bodies and implants, as well as brain-computer interface transformations that are standard in this era-it's just a bunch of "AD people" living in the "New Calendar" era.

"So, why do we deliberately hire such a group of 'low-tech' guys to handle such important things?"

A "silent realm" blockade was carried out not far away, shielding all electromagnetic signals, leaving only the observation room of the optical observation equipment. A staff member who was newly transferred to the "Fourth Prison" looked with disdain at the few "special handlers" who were carrying primitive gunpowder weapons and struggling to open the door.

He asked as if complaining.

In this era, due to religious beliefs, genetic diseases, or other political factors, less than one percent of the population in the entire human society is unwilling or unable to carry out even the most basic brain-computer interface transformation.

These people who have been left behind by the times are called "low-tech people". They are the "forgotten people" of modern society-you must know that even the only remaining paper media publishing industry has completed the QR code of information. reform. Without brain-computer interface modification, these people can't even read today's newspapers.

Without the pre-modern settlements divided by geographical regions and the fully automatic relief stations that guarantee basic life, low-tech people simply cannot survive in today's society.

Consciously, this is not self-esteem, but this employee who has just been transferred to the "fourth prison" cannot understand. Why did the managers who dive deep in Pluto hire such a group of people who might not even be able to read street signs at the headquarters that is the core of the company.

"Because there have been lessons learned in the past."

The man standing beside him with a warm smile on his face replied.

"In the past, the company also tried to let the elite adjuster troops guard those 'horses', but the result..."

The man said with a mocking smile on his face.

Behind every seemingly redundant safety rule, there are all bloody accident cases in the past. Moreover, these cases are often regarded as the "Bible" in the circle of relevant practitioners, solemnly preached to every newcomer entering the industry.

Those "riders" from the abyss and dark net, as long as they break free from the shackles of the Styx Firewall, even if they are only riding weak horses, the performance they can display is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"Use an infrared generator to send a signal, translate it through the other party's prosthetic eyes, and implant a Trojan horse into the prosthetic body; draw a QR code hidden in the visual blind spot on the wall, so that you can catch it inadvertently; it may even be that the other party is just following you Normal dialogue, activate some contradictory commands through language topology, causing your prosthesis to report errors...

"As long as you have traces of adjustment and transformation, those 'riders' can use all kinds of methods that you can't imagine to complete the hacking control of the prosthetic body—in fact, many hackers' hacking ideas are affected by those malicious programs Inspired by them. Having said that, even 'wizard' level hackers dare not easily engage in information offensive and defensive warfare with them."

It's like no matter how good the water skills are, people won't be willing to compete with fish in swimming—for you, it's a skill that requires hard training to master, but for them, it's just like "breathing" instinct.

Hearing the other party's explanation, the new employee of the "Fourth Prison" suddenly felt a little tingly - in the past publicity, he had never heard that those malicious programs could use the horse as a medium to accomplish such a thing. weird thing.

Therefore, he retorted subconsciously:

"But even so, it's a matter of probability to be hacked like this. We don't need to hire 'low-tech people' so inefficiently. Instead, we can pass some detection methods. Once we notice that the guards are abnormal..."

In response, the man interrupted him with a smile.

"Do you think that after being hacked by malicious programs, those victims would move stiffly and slowly like zombies, foaming at the mouth, and rolling their eyes. Then they turned their guns directly at the friendly army regardless of their own injuries, like in a popcorn movie , Help the imprisoned villain escape immediately?"

The hint in the man's tone once again made the new employee's scalp tingle.

Immediately, the man continued:

"No, they won't be like this. They will just commute to and from work normally as usual, and at most feel like they are suffering from 'insomnia'. They still go to the staff cafeteria every day to eat synthetic food that always smells of gasoline. Food; go back to your dormitory to watch a simulating movie; open your account before going to bed, and count how many zeros are in the balance...

"Everything seems to be the same as usual, except that when chatting with colleagues before going to bed, I suddenly want to talk in detail about the shifts I should have next week, and I will list a specific shift schedule myself.

"Or when you go to work the next day, you subconsciously bring a screw into the 'Fourth Hell', just like tearing off a leaf while passing by a green belt. Then, you accidentally drop it At work. And the next day, you quickly forget about it."

do you understand?

The other party looked at him as if asking this question.

Prison escape, and possibly even the foreshadowing of taking control of the prison, was done quietly. The "riders" driving the "horse" are always ten steps ahead of humans in their thinking. Until one day, when the daily life you thought would always be the same is broken by a storm, you may start to think about when they started-if you are still alive by then.

It is also because of this that the safest containment measures for "Steed Horse" are the simplest and most primitive containment measures - hire natives who cannot be hacked as guards, do not use any electronic equipment as a control system, and Containment Procedures for making purely mechanical structures.

An encryption algorithm that can generate hundreds of millions of random passwords per second is not as reliable as two large iron chains that require a key to open. The body and mind are all steel, and the adjustment of hundreds of millions of floating-point calculations is carried out in the brain anytime and anywhere, which is not as reliable as the original human with a mortal body.

As the man said so, as the door of the rough mechanical structure was unlocked, the only optical equipment in the observation room that could observe the scene was automatically blacked out and closed.

All of a sudden, the entire observation room fell into a so-called "information vacuum" state - all the processing of the "horse" will be in charge of those "low-tech" employees, and will be carried out under a black box.

Everyone here can only know the result at the end.

"That means I can only stay here and watch... I didn't expect this job to be quite easy."

The newly transferred employee said so.

The person who had been replying to him before smiled and said nothing. It wasn't until this time that the new employee realized that something was wrong.

"who are you?"

He couldn't remember when there was such a number one among the employees of the fourth prison.

"Ye Qian, the original owner of the 'horse' in the 'information vacuum' state at this moment - in order to monitor the other party's emotional ups and downs at any time, so as to grasp the other party's state at the moment, your leader sent me to accompany the 'Theseus' ' final disposition."

Ye Qian replied:

"It can be regarded as hospice care, ah, there is a result... It is a reminder that the 'scavenger' has been released."

During the conversation, the optical instruments in the observation room were turned on again.

Several people present immediately gathered together on the optical observation device.

Then, they saw the "guard team" scattered around the field. The guns in their hands were discarded all over the place, with lingering panic expressions on their faces.

As for the gate containing "Theseus"? It is still locked up now, and the mechanism of the door lock is only half unlocked.

So what is it that makes these people run away?

"You're the one in charge right now? Wait a minute, can't you—just after you came back, you met another adjuster of the path of 'Theseus'?"

A female voice suddenly echoed behind them.

Everyone turned their heads abruptly—even though the doors and windows in the observation room were closed, a woman dressed in punk appeared behind them at some unknown time.

"It's bad luck."

She looked at Ye Qian and frowned. (end of this chapter)