Psychics don't die from gunfire

"The first rule is to gather!"

Under the dim chandelier, there are employees lined up neatly.

"Second rule, for assembly!"

Regardless of gender, these twenty-seven workers all had shaved heads. They wore uniform blue production uniforms, stood upright with their hands behind their hands, looked serious, and shouted loudly.

"The third rule, no questions asked!"

They chanted over and over again, facing the wall painted in bright red with an enlarged version of the "X" symbol. Even though his voice gradually started to become hoarse due to the continuous high-pitched voice, he showed no intention of stopping or slowing down.

Snap, snap.

Amid the trembling sound, heavy footsteps suddenly sounded at the end of the iron mesh corridor on the second floor of the factory building.

In the not-so-bright light, a thin man wearing the same style of production work clothes, but the color was red, slowly walked out of the shadows.

He stood in the aisle, looking down at the twenty-seven employees below.

The moment the slender man appeared, these employees turned around in unison and faced the former.

"Mr. Xu He!"

In what seemed like some organizational gesture, they crossed their arms in front of them and roared solemnly.

"The first rule is to gather!"

"Second rule, for assembly!"

"The third rule, no questions asked!"

".very good."

Third-level researcher, second level [Consensus], Xu He said this.

He held on to the iron railing and slowly scanned everyone's face. Everyone was so serious, and beneath the seriousness, the depths of each pair of prosthetic eyes were burning with enthusiasm.

"You are losers, inferiors, every one of you. From top to bottom, inside and out."

"You have been defeated time and time again in the eight-year compulsory education. You are always ranked behind, behind, behind. In the end, you are not qualified to enter the 'school' and can only devote yourself to the 'workshop' - you should be like this. ”

"Because you are mentally retarded, weak in thinking, ignorant in logic, and worthless. The 'academy' needs the most talented people, so how can it pay even the slightest attention to you? Even the most talented people are only so talented. A few opportunities in exchange for knowledge towards the future.”

"Join yourself in the 'workshop', receive vocational and technical education, and become a qualified employee. This is the only way you can use your miserable body to create some value."

Xu He's tone had no ups and downs, only the same coldness.

Listening to these words, the employees gritted their teeth, but still stood upright.

"——But is this right?"

Xu He's tone suddenly rose.

"Those researchers who came from academies enjoy abundant material quotas and are luxurious and comfortable! But what about you! Workers who came from workshops work hard every day, but they only get a small amount of material quotas! What you eat is synthetic ointment. Sleeping in a shared room!”

"Listen, 'Everything is for the future.' How long has the Academic Council deceived us with this slogan? It was like this in the past, it is like this now, and it will be like this in the future!"

"Is it because you don't have the so-called talent? You don't know anything about those bullshit physics, chemistry, information technology - those nonsense things? But is the only talent in this world to be a researcher?"

There was a startling sound of "clang".

Xu He punched the iron fence, then stretched out his index finger and pointed sharply at one of the employees below.

"Look at Zhang Xing, who knew that deep down in the heart of a machinist, there is actually the dream of a pilot?"

The employee named "Zhang Xing" was a thin man. In order to better adapt to mechanical processing, his right arm was replaced with an engineering prosthesis. There are no fancy paints or simulated anthropomorphic designs. This is a purely functional prosthetic limb.

The Academic Council encourages and is willing to advance the amount of materials consumed to allow employees to implant functional prosthetics corresponding to their job types.

After being named by Xu He, the "Zhang Xing" immediately raised his head and looked directly at Xu He with uncontrollable excitement.

"Then what? Because during the test, Zhang Xing's judgment, three-dimensional spatial imagination, and suitability of the flight control prosthesis were somewhat poor, and he was judged to be unqualified, so he will no longer be able to touch a flying vehicle in this life. ?”

"It's so sad."

"The nine holy sects keep saying that everything is for the future, so they must exhaust all resources and invest in the research of concepts, theories and technologies. They say that they will lead everyone towards the future, but this is completely hypocritical whitewashing."

"Towards the future? No, there is no such thing as 'everyone' in the eyes of the Holy Sects. They are completely motivated by their own selfish desires - you and me, we are the real collective!"

The people below roared angrily.

"The first rule is to gather!"

"Second rule, for assembly!"

"The third rule, no questions asked!"

Xu He said slowly.

"I will treat you with dignity. True dignity."

"Remember, 'unknown number', this is the code name of your waiting, the omen of your waiting. How can a test of just eight years of education divide our future and make this life the only solution?"

The people below crossed their arms again and shouted slogans.

After three times in a row, Xu He nodded: "Go ahead and continue to complete today's task. Polish the steel pipe to a sharp point, make the saw blade chirp, and lubricate the prosthetic limbs."

"To... gather."

So they dispersed in an orderly manner and rushed to their mission positions.

Xu He was still leaning on the iron railing, watching all this.

——Mediocre people.

Then, the man thought in a dull tone.

It's not their fault that they didn't get into the academy in the past.

Their thoughts, do they really have any thoughts?

A closed environment, a united goal, an authoritative leader, some strict discipline, and a little deliberately designed words and ideas to cater to others.

In just half a month, the ideas and concepts that these people had shaped over the past thirty or forty years were easily reshaped by him. This was no more difficult than kneading a piece of plasticine.

Too much, too much.

In order to ensure the accuracy of the experiment, he did not use the [Consensus] psychic power to tamper with the thoughts of any research sample, but only secretly spied on their true thoughts.

The original thirty research samples, now twenty-seven research samples.

When the thoughts of "for the collective" and "unknowns" began to run wild, the three employees who were either born in opposition or pretended to cater to them openly, but actually did not believe in their hearts, when he announced that he would punish this traitor, no one objected sincerely.

Kill them.

Xu He recalled what happened five days ago.

I wanted to confirm the degree of "ideological transformation" of the research samples, and what stage it had reached. So I slightly increased the intensity of the experiment.

Listening to my order.

Hesitant, a brief hesitation.

Then someone took action, sharpened the steel pipe and inserted it straight into the chest of the "traitor", like a drowned fish, with its mouth opening and closing, gurgling and emitting red bubbles.

I felt that at that time, watching this scene, the other party was suddenly stunned, as if falling into a valley of confusion.

So I applauded.

So everyone applauded.

So the stunned and confused disappeared in an instant, turning into pure excitement.

What's more, when I announced yesterday that I wanted everyone to polish their weapons and then launch a rebellion against the Council of Knowledge, everyone still obeyed fanatically without any objection.

Without his own thoughts, he didn't know right from wrong, and was played around by others.

Xu He stood motionless and indifferent, but in the field of vision of the artificial eye, he was typing in the experimental log through the brain-computer interface's "consciousness" direct transmission and conversion into "text".

This social and psychological experiment is coming to an end.

Alas, if there are casualties, I will have to write a report at that time. After the experiment, I will have to debug the memories and thoughts of these research samples one by one and correct them to the correct state. It's all troublesome.

The only consolation is that the project [Thought Transmutation Experiment Based on Plasticity Theory] has no problems throughout the whole process, which can be called smooth.

Clap, snap, snap.

A clear clapping sound suddenly sounded in the factory.

Even Xu He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

My consciousness has long been dispersed. How could there be a clapping sound inexplicably?

In the next moment, this daze turned into a wake-up alert.

——Enemy attack? !

I saw a man dressed as a tourist walking in from the main entrance of the factory.

He stopped clapping and smiled at me.

"I also want to join your, uh, unknown number. Can you help me with the formalities?"