Counterfeit Hero

While the cheers for the successful test of the new space jumping technology were still echoing in his ears, Fatty had already rushed into the Garipalan laboratory quickly.

"Any progress?"

Entering the laboratory, the first thing Fatty saw was the Adjudicator lying quietly on the test table with his eyes closed. He strode to the test bench and looked around at the group of top Mars scientists such as Belch who were surrounding him.

With the arrival of Fatty, the atmosphere in the laboratory seemed a little weird. The scientists were silent, and when they exchanged glances with each other, their expressions were extremely solemn.

"General, we have just discovered a new control area in Uhtred Amon's brain." Chief Scientist Belch nodded to Boswell, Milan and the little kid behind the fat man, and became emotional. Authentic: "This new control area can control people's will with instructions!"

"What?!" Fatty and Milan were speechless, while Boswell stepped forward suddenly, grabbed Belch, and said in shock, "Are you telling the truth?"

This news is really shocking. Especially for the fat man, it was like a bolt of lightning, illuminating the depths of his mind, breaking through the darkness and fog, making the wandering thoughts appear as if they were exposed to a spotlight.

As if he had fully anticipated the reaction of Fatty and others, Belch nodded quickly and said with certainty: "It is undoubtedly true!"

"Control, not influence?" Boswell was still in disbelief.

"It's control, not influence!" Belch looked directly into Boswell's eyes and spoke every word.

The laboratory suddenly fell into dead silence.

Boswell let go of Belch in a daze and turned his attention to Fatty and Milan who were also dazed.

Controlling people's will with instructions has always been the biggest taboo in the scientific community. In history, countless madmen have tried to make breakthroughs in this regard, turning human individuals with independent personalities into puppets that fully obey their instructions. Even use it to rule the world.

This is not science fiction, this is reality.

However, this science has always been limited to subjects such as hypnosis, psychological suggestion and subconscious reconstruction, which are by-products of human treatment of psychological and mental illnesses. So far, no one has been able to exercise complete control over anyone else. Whether it is hypnosis or suggestion, all people can do to others is influence.

Control and influence are two different concepts.

For example, when Fatty was in Gacharin's prison, he used hypnosis to give psychological suggestion to the prison bully Rex, causing him to subconsciously feel fear and an inexplicable closeness to Fatty. On some matters, make decisions that benefit fat people.

This is not unusual. In history, many psychotherapists with low moral character have used a lot of psychological suggestion and hypnosis to influence the subjects, making beautiful people of the opposite sex empathize with them, and even making the subjects have extreme feelings towards third parties. Hatred, and then murder.

However, those are all influences!

Because the spellcaster needs a lot of time to prepare, Lei can induce the subject but cannot make the subject unconditionally obey his will in a moment of thought.

Control is the absolute control of an individual with an independent personality and independent thoughts. There is no need to spend time, no need to carry out a large number of induction effects, and no need to worry about the recipient's psychological resistance leading to failure. In a moment of thought, you can do whatever you want the subject to do. This is control!

For this taboo science, if influence and induction are regarded as a thief, then control is the most cruel and vicious murderer!

Thieves yes, are just part of people. But what the murderer takes away is human life

Life!

When a person is completely controlled, what is the difference between a mindless robot and a puppet? That's even worse than death.

You will always live under the ideological instructions of others. Even if you are asked to kill your relatives, even if you are asked to strip naked and run to class on the highway, even if you are asked to jump from the space field, you will not be able to refuse. Because your mind and your body no longer belong to you.

As long as the controller doesn't want you to die, you don't even have a chance to commit suicide.

Fatty, Milan and Boswell all stared blankly at the judge lying on the test table.

By.

They knew that Bell Temple could be so certain, so there was no doubt about this discovery. In this forbidden subject, no one has gone further than this group of Frankensteins who have exiled themselves to the free world because of their various forbidden subject hobbies.

Especially standing behind Belch, the thin scientist who changed his name to Freud, is a master in this field. The reason why he fled to the free world in the first place was because he violated the law and conducted human experiments in order to awaken his wife who had become a vegetative state!

"How did he do it?" Boswell murmured for a long time.

"This control area is deeply hidden," Belch explained: "We infer that the control area already existed when the transformation was completed. However, in the early stages of the transformation, the control area was not revitalized. .”

Belch turned around, pointed at the silver-white streamlined metal head of the Arbitrator on the test stand and said: "In order to control the mind of the mecha, we must solve the problem of fusion of brain thoughts and electronic instructions. If we go in the opposite direction, By derivation, we can come to the conclusion that the brain of the modified person has opened a door to the controller."

"This gate allows thinking and electronic instructions to be firmly combined. In the early stages of the reformer, there will be no deviation, and the independence of personality and thought is maintained very well. No matter how powerful the psychologist and Even scientists cannot detect hidden dangers.”

"However, as their mental activities progress, their psychological activities, habits, ways of thinking and even physical functions are monitored by their electronic brains. After the control area completes the analysis of their brains, this hidden control area Survived by waves.”

"By this time, the transformed person who has become accustomed to the electronic brain will not feel any abnormality at all. The controller uses a complex control method with deep influence, which has influence and coercion. What he controls is not only the controlled their minds, but also their bodies.”

"As we all know, human thoughts will be greatly affected by the body. Just like when you see delicious food when you are hungry, you will find it tempting and want to eat it. Even if you don't see the delicious food, you will still fantasize about what you have eaten before. , and feel the impatient need. But after eating, when seeing delicious food, you will feel instinctive resistance."

"We always think that our thoughts are independent, and we always think that we are unique. However, nature affects our decisions in different ways all the time. Our body functions are causing us to have sex, Appetite and other factors affect our thinking."

"Why do people tend to be rebellious when they are teenagers and become sedate in middle age?

stable. Why do I no longer like the things I liked to eat when I was young?

The places I like to go, the games I like to play, and the music I like to listen to have changed as I grow older.

·All this tells us that when we think that we are unique, in fact, our every move and even our thoughts are being affected. And this influence is called destiny by many people!”

Belch's voice echoed in the laboratory, making people feel a chill.

meaning.

He placed his hand on the silver-white metal head of Judge Ammon and said slowly: "And now, the thoughts, habits, and personality in his brain, what he likes and dislikes. There are also the secretions in his body. All kinds of hormones are controlled. It's like a cocktail program that can be mixed with infinite changes..." "Someone controls his destiny."

Belch's explanation stopped. The atmosphere in the entire laboratory was as oppressive as a tomb.

Looking at An Meng's metal head, the fat man suddenly shuddered. He couldn't imagine which genius or madman came up with this idea.

In the silence, Milan shook his head and said in disbelief: "But, according to this, everyone's personality, thinking habits and physiology are different. So, who can complete such complex program design and combination control? One person may Yes, but you have to control hundreds or thousands of people...""

"There are two people in this world who can." Fatty sighed and interrupted Milan.

Milan opened his big eyes and looked at the fat man.

"These two people, one is called;" the fat man didn't say any more. Together with everyone present, he turned his attention to the serious-faced little golden boy beside him.

"Fat man, what do you think?" The little kid turned to look at the fat man.

Two fat men, one big and one small, stared at each other.

"Instead of letting you rule the world..." Fatty drooped his eyelids: "I would rather give you two more good movies.

"I also like to eat Mama An's steamed buns." The little kid showed his white teeth, and his cute face was filled with a sunny smile. He looked at Judge Anmen on the test stand, "He's not dead yet?

"Because she hasn't come yet." The fat man replied.

"Then..." The kid and the fat man looked at each other, and at the same time there was a kind of excitement on their faces that made the next person

A wretched smile that makes people look cold,

The smooth-line hull of the black Binart space carrier Moses slid slowly in the starry sky.

Although the battleship has entered the jump channel, it still seems to be standing still in the vast dark universe. Only the stars that occasionally appear and fly past in the distance, and the streak of light passing over the ship's hull, make people sure that the battleship is indeed moving forward.

On the sixth floor of the bridge, in the tightly guarded innermost area, Sober's office was brightly lit.

The office is large, but the layout is very simple. Apart from a desk with a metallic luster and a simple chair, there is only a set of sofas with the same simple lines near the porthole. In the soft glow of the electronic lights on the surrounding walls, it seems to have a fascinating sense of technology.

"Craig Moore?" Sober put down the gun in his hand and looked up with interest.

Lieutenant Colonel Binart Space Marine stood quietly in front of him.

Moore was young, not turning twenty-seven for another four months. However, his resume is not as simple as that of ordinary soldiers of his age.

This young soldier, who was recommended to the military academy for three months only one year after joining the army, has been in many places. He worked in logistics, as a commando driving a torpedo boat, as a gunner, and also worked in the power cabin. He worked in all kinds of almost completely unrelated professions.

It can be said that an ordinary person who knows nothing about military affairs can see the entire working system of the Binart Space Navy just from his resume.

Becoming a combat staff officer was an opportunity that this young major had just gained. To this end, he took sixteen extremely rigorous exams and even gave up the most important promotion opportunity in three years.

The reward was the appreciation of this talented young man by one examiner and the contempt of hundreds of other examiners and combat staff for this fool who had never been to a regular military school and was full of fantasies.

Upon hearing Sobol's question, Mulliqui saluted: "Yes, General!"

Sober watched Moore carefully. This is a young man with an unremarkable appearance. He has a round face and a big nose. His eyes are very small and thin, like two slits. Because the corners of his eyes are slightly upward and the curvature of his mouth makes him look like he is always smiling.

"Come to think of it, no one will laugh at you anymore, Major." Sober said with a smile. In the eyes of ordinary people, he has always been as stone-faced, but once he smiles, he has a kind of power that makes people feel like a spring breeze.

Moore laughed too. The more upturned eyes became smaller, and the upturned corners of his mouth were split, making him look like a happy clown: "Yes, General. From the time your transfer order arrived until I left, those people's mouths were not I’ve closed it, and I don’t know if my jaw will be dislocated.”

Sober laughed loudly. He began to like this smart and reserved guy.

"Very good," Sobol smiled for a while, picked up an electronic file on his desk, opened it, raised it slightly, and said seriously: "Is this the strategic analysis report you submitted?"

Moore took a step forward, looked at the content on the document screen and the signature below, then stepped back and stood at attention: "Yes, General!"

"You said that the bandit army will expand the defense scope to the territory of the Dexiq Empire and rush to the front before General Banning arrives.

Preemptively before arriving, at least six fleets of the coalition's advance fleet will be annihilated by the bandits? "

Sobol frowned slightly, the sunlight was cold and harsh.

Although there was a trace of hesitation in Moore's eyes under Sobol's gaze, he quickly puffed up his chest and said loudly: "Yes, General!"

Sobol looked at Moore silently for a long time, nodded, and said noncommittally: "Well, you can leave, Major. Major General Alejandro will give you a work plan. I hope you can leave within three days." Finish."

Moore said solemnly: "Yes, General!" Under Sobol's smile, Moore saluted, turned around, and walked towards the office door.

As he walked through the empty room, he finally couldn't help but look at the sand that had been silent since he entered the door.

Just as the battleship passed a star, in the light coming from the porthole, a beautiful little girl sat quietly on the sand. The angel-like silhouette is so beautiful and quiet in the golden light.

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