Abyssal Wanderer

Chapter 184 NO.00b7: Idealism

Perse Fanny was now making a last-ditch effort, at great risk.

Two zombie bodyguards who had been transformed by herself stood guard at the door. After confirming that there was no monitoring equipment in the room, she put on a holographic helmet, activated the quantum communication equipment hidden in her possession, and contacted the underground of the Nord resettlement area. .

If it is said that at the beginning of this matter, I could do something to mediate. So by now, things can be said to have completely gotten out of control...

After issuing the order, Fanny thought extremely weakly.

When the underground of Nord's resettlement area was favored by a big man with a depth of 7, and he chose it as the place to incubate his "cocoon", the nature of the matter changed-no matter how you said it before, it was still considered a commercial activity. category. I only need to balance the interests of all parties, and then I can achieve an ending that satisfies most people as much as possible.

While it's tough, it's not impossible.

But now...

Those adjusters walking on the path of upgrading, in order to increase the success rate of their own promotion and achieve their own evolution goals, the price that ordinary people can accept is beyond comprehension.

After exceeding a certain level, for those adjusters, you can no longer use the normal way of thinking to understand them.

They are not "people" in everyday cognition - they should be seen as monsters, machines, legions, disasters, weapons, walking cities... The places where they are similar to primitive people are at best only because they are in the tree of evolution The branches shared the same trunk before they separated.

It's like man and ape.

Compared with the evolution of those big figures, the priority level of grabbing commercial benefits is simply not worth mentioning.

Or it can be said that the so-called "commercial interests" and the name of the so-called "company" are the tools they use to devour resources from human society. Tracing back to the source, their primary purpose has always been to ensure their own evolution, while their secondary purpose is to hinder the evolution of others.

In short, to ensure one's own evolutionary advantage.

In other words, no matter what the company's public relations influence or commercial interests, all of these have to give way to the promotion of that big man.

Of course Fanny understood that the "Icarus Liberation Front" had some small moves from the very beginning. And the reason why I didn't intervene too much was because the other party's small actions were originally within the scope of my plan.

It can even be said that letting the company give benefits to the bottom-level people in the resettlement area under pressure is actually what she is pursuing-only such a concept of sustainable development can form a positive feedback system that continuously promotes each other.

She firmly believes that all this has not been done in the past, only because the old trust was broken in the chaotic years of "cyber wars". And what she needs to do is to provide an opportunity for the two parties to cooperate.

But now, those existences like "gods" bent down and focused their attention on this small place, and the nature is completely different... This is no longer a question of whether they can prosper and be happy, but whether they can live The problem; it is no longer a conflict between man and man, but a conflict between man and God.

If you try to play the "coward game" with the company again, then waiting for the end of Icarus will be irreversible destruction.

She needs to tell them these things before it's too late.

Fortunately, those who stayed at the intelligence control center in the Nord resettlement area still have their own direct descendants. At the very least, I can try to issue a final warning to the members of Icarus through their operations.

as it is now.

【…If you don’t surrender, all of you will die. 】

After Booker contacted herself first, she warned her so.

However, his words did not receive any response.

Don't believe me? Or is there a problem with the signal?

Fanny, who was secretly using the quantum communication device inside Tartarus, immediately took off the holographic helmet with both hands - she planned to adjust the device again.

But then, she froze in place...

"I have a psychological evaluation report about you here, do you want to see it?"

Prison D, the supervisor of Cerberus, appeared in his office at some time.

The middle-aged man wearing glasses sat at his desk, looking at him blankly, holding a paper document in a black folder in his hand.

Fanny's heart skipped a beat for a moment, and she immediately looked at the two "zombie" bodyguards guarding the door—at this moment, there were only two sets of bones that were really disintegrating, and they were surrounded by tiny Dark red current. As soon as some larger pieces fell off, they turned into dust in mid-air without making a sound.

Fanny stood up abruptly in a panic, but she didn't say anything, and waved her hand to signal for herself to sit down.

"I have no other way to stop their movements. The instructions you gave are too absolute, and their action logic is too rigid compared to ordinary zombies... Ah, you should sit down first."

Prison D said so.

Then, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"By the way, you won't be angry if you just destroyed your pet like this?"

Fanny took a deep breath and sat down, then lightly clenched her fists to restrain her urge to tremble and said:

"Will not."

Hearing this answer, Prison D's expression instantly changed back to the cold one before:

"Then you are being too generous... Even though two loyal employees died, you don't even have any emotions."

he said dryly.

Generally speaking, in this era, few people regard the "zombies" who have been transformed and completely lost their self-awareness as human beings—after all, the concept of mental index defines the numerical range of human beings. But at this moment, Prison D directly referred to those two zombies as "employees"... No, could it be possible, has he already seen it?

Fanny, who was already so nervous that she couldn't be more nervous, bit her lower lip, planning to say something casually to get past this topic. But Prison D's next words directly shattered her fantasy.

"Those two zombies actually still have self-awareness, right? Your research progress on restoring 'Pegasus' is actually much faster than what you reported before."

So said the director of Cerberus.

Hearing this, Fanny opened her mouth first, but finally closed it.

For the sake of the other party's investigation, it doesn't make any sense to insist on not admitting it.

In fact, all the "zombies" that have been transformed by themselves have not destroyed their "self-awareness". Their consciousness is like a passenger in their own body, they can also sense the surrounding environment, and even think and learn.

They are just completely deprived of control over their bodies, just like horses being harnessed by malicious programs.

At the same time, she promised all the "zombies" she had experienced. As long as they work for her for three years, she will set them free in the future—this is how she threw an olive branch to "Theseus" before.

She originally planned to use this method to slowly expand her influence within the Pluto Deep Dive Company by controlling the supply of zombies to Tartarus.

But now it seems that Cerberus has already seen through his own tricks, and he is just deliberately letting himself engage in such small tricks.

"I just……"

Fanny wanted to explain, but the other raised her hand again and interrupted herself.

He opened the folder in his hand and read:

"Compared to the target object's usual aloofness of 'no competition', in fact, her desire to climb into the company's core power circle has been successfully concealed. And compared to taking the path designed by others , the target will be more willing to win on their own terms."

After speaking, he raised his eyes to Fanny:

"It seems to be true... You are actually more ambitious than many people in this company."

Fanny said nothing.

Prison D smiled and said:

"But really, there's nothing wrong with being ambitious. After all, it's better to be ambitious than some superfluous sympathy that can cost the company money.

"But what I worry about is that those ambitions of yours are not based on such arrogance and arrogance as 'I want to change this world where the weak are preyed upon by the strong' or 'I hope to build a world where everyone is equal', unrealistic to the point of Ideally, it will bring disaster to all mankind, right?"

When he said this, although there was a smile on his face, there was only coldness in his eyes.

"I……"

Fanny opened her mouth to explain something, but at this moment, the deadly communicator suddenly rang.

【ZiZi... Regarding the matter of Pluto's deep dive... we need to explain in detail... ZZZ...】

That was the message that Booker replied to. Coincidentally, it happened to be sent back at this time.

"Ah, sorry, that seems to be the way it is."

Prison D spread the folder on his knees, and then gently clapped his hands, as if a little regretful.

Then, he looked at the folder spread out on his knees, and continued to read:

"Because of his childhood experience, the target object may have more sympathy for people with low living standards than necessary. And he will have unrealistic illusions about the organization level and moral level of the proletarians... After a comprehensive evaluation, the target object is very May participate in the 'anti-company' social movement, bringing hidden dangers to the company's property security."

After reading, Prison D opened his hands.

Fanny was completely silent.

Leaving a program back door in the "zombie", privately linking with civil resistance organizations... No matter which one it is, it is enough to sentence him to death. And her only reliance was the reverse research of "Pegasus", and the other party also found out that the research progress was much faster than what she claimed.

In other words, your own use value is not so important.

This time, she really might die.

"Let me tell you something about the principles of Cerberus law enforcement."

Without talking about what to do with him, Prison D suddenly turned to another topic.

"We all know that the company's rules and regulations are just decorations, and everyone can do everything in order to promote. This is actually a strategy used by the company to screen the strong-in such an environment full of unlimited competition, the only Only those who are really strong can stand out. Therefore, we don’t care too much about many behaviors between you.”

He said:

"However, not all strong men are worthy of being promoted... Needless to say, the commercial spies sent by other companies will be dealt with immediately once they are discovered. And the threat level is the same as that of commercial spies. Those who need to be dealt with immediately are the 'idealists'."

Prison D said with a mocking expression on his face.

"Idealists, a group that shouldn't hold power. In human society, they are like malignant tumors. They are the representatives of selfishness, the crystallization of the evil of human nature. Countless crimes more cruel than cruelty are all from them The hands of people who have been killed by 'idealism' in history may only be comparable to 'plague'.

"A realist will only kill those who hinder his prosperity and wealth. But an idealist will kill everyone equally with a compassionate heart, just to make the world what he expects. "

If the real world is different from their ideal world, then there must be something wrong with reality—this is their logic.

After Prison D finished speaking, he raised his finger towards Fanny.

His fingertips lit up like a laser pointer, and a bright red laser guide point on Fanny's forehead.

Fanny's shoulders trembled slightly, but she didn't make a sound.

"So according to our law enforcement principles, you were supposed to die here... You are a mass of 'cancer cells'. We have no way to grasp people like you and include you as a part of our system."

Prison D said, suddenly put away his fingers and continued:

"But I don't know if this is your luck. A high-level executive just now hopes to recruit a group of employees who are not so 'obedient' to build their own initial team."

Fanny, who originally thought her death was imminent, was stunned.

"What?"

After confirming that she was not mistaken for a long time, she asked with difficulty.

"Well, after all the rats in the lower floor of the Nord resettlement area are cleared, you will go there with that adult at that time."

Prison D said in an extremely sarcastic tone:

"You heard me right. The people who can save you in the end are the ones who are about to destroy the people you want to save... This world is really interesting, isn't it?"

After finishing speaking, Prison D picked up the folder and got up. At the same time, the quantum communication device behind Fanny melted like butter.

"If you think about it clearly, come to Cerberus' office to report tomorrow. Of course, you can also choose not to come, and then choose a method you like in this office to stop your own heartbeat."

Prison D left after leaving such a sentence.

…………

【We need more specific information, we need...】

Booker was still trying in vain to get more information from Perse Fanny.

However, the news he sent was like a statue submerged in the sea, and he lost contact in an instant.

[Forget it, Booker, it is already very good to know this information, maybe it is already very difficult for the other party to send such an information]

Seeing this, Liao Qi comforted her.

But Booker didn't listen to his giving up, but continued to try to call as if he was holding on to a life-saving straw.

[We need more information about that big man at depth 7...]

Compared with his previous calmness, Booker at this moment is completely panicked.

A guy with a depth of 7, intending to complete his breakthrough to the limit of human intelligence in such a remote place?

He naturally wouldn't believe such nonsense, but if such a thing really happened, then there was only one possibility—that guy with a depth of 7 didn't come for the Nord resettlement area, and the so-called promotion was just an excuse.

The other party was actually coming for him.

Or to be more precise, the other party came for the "Fire Stealer".