Chapter 219:

Chapter 219
The extremely dark darkness was dotted with the broken light of the stars, and the huge sharp fragments on the edges shone and shone.
Over time, Mo Yi gradually discovered some strange holes in his memory, like a huge hole in a huge piece of fabric, relying only on the main fiber to barely connect the entire fabric.
He didn't think about his experience and past carefully before, especially when he was searching for Wen's existence in his memory, but somehow he never realized that there was anything wrong with his memory.
It was like a hint that made him ignore the dissonance in his memory.
This method is familiar to the game. This is exactly how the game makes the memory of the dead players disappear. Obviously, this method is also used on his own body, but it is not someone who is erasing the game. Relevant information in memory-it now seems to be all impressions related to that item.
The pictures in these fragments are like key fibers, which are filled into the incomplete cloth in Mo's head. They are stretched and stretched to awaken the fuzzy memories hidden in his own head. Fragmented fragments, supplementing his memory little by little. Mo Yi didn't feel much when he touched the first piece, and when he returned from the second piece, he felt the change very clearly.
It was a severe pain.
As if the sharp blade of a knife was stirred in the brain frantically, as if a certain barrier deep in the mind was torn, countless broken pictures poured into his mind like a flood of a dyke, and the horrible violent pain was cut relentlessly. Along the nerves, spreading along the limbs, he snored uncontrollably, and his entire body was soaked with cold sweat.
Consciousness seemed to blur in pain.
Suddenly, he seemed to perceive that he was standing in a small, dark space.
The moldy walls soaked in the humid climate are mottled and peeling off, giving off an unpleasant rotten smell, the closed air is cloudy and foul, the dim and broken light shines from the top of the head, and countless tiny dusts are flying wildly, as if trapped Flies were rushing into the invisible cage in front of them.
The rusted iron door closed tightly in front of his eyes looked like a kind of dark and tall monster in his eyes. The invisible pressure was darkly covered, which was almost impossible to breathe. All the scenes around him seemed to be magnified into numbers. It looks like everything is so weird and bizarre in his eyes.
The cold and wet feeling caught him in an instant, and he lowered his head somewhat dullly—
A pair of malnourished, thin, yellow and weak feet stood naked on the dirty, hard ground, their little toes curled helplessly and snoring.
Mo Yi's mind was chaotic, the hot temple beating violently, and he reached out his hand subconsciously.
A pair of skinny palms that were too thin and out of phase appeared in sight. The slender wrists seemed to be broken with a little force. The little fingers that were as thin as chicken feet were covered with mud, and the dark yellow skin with malnutrition on the arm was wrinkled. New and old scars are layered on top of each other, and the ugly scars have not disappeared. There are scars of new flesh torn up, and the accumulation is shocking.
But other than that, it is still recognizable that this is a pair of children's hands.
His consciousness was sober, but his body was shaking violently and uncontrollably, and the numbness of body temperature loss made him feel almost no pain. The deliberately forgotten horror memories finally broke through the closed door and came back to his mind. Mo Yi could not understand more clearly where he was--
This is the confinement room of the Ryder orphanage.
The dark iron door that was so big as a monster uttered a harsh moan. A pale white light flowed in along the slowly expanding gap, illuminating the dark and turbid confinement room a little, and the shadow of the black cricket moved and blocked. From the daylight projected, Mo Yi lifted his eyes stabbed by the light and looked at the door, only to find a tall, bloated figure standing at the open door.
It seems to be a fuzzy image gathered from the shadows of the past, mottled to the end with only a hazy phantom, and the distant faces seem to be covered by the dense gray fog.
Mo Yi heard a tiny mosquito-like voice coming out of his mouth:
"Ms……"
The shadow stretched out his twisted arm and shoved him forward, Mo Yi stumbled down on the wet ground, and then climbed hands and feet together, his thin body trembling with cold and hunger, that was An oily apron shrouded in thick fog appeared to his sight, a huge force stuck on his shoulders and lifted him, almost severing his bones, and countless turbulent thick fogs gathered to form countless or Tall or short crowds, rude and malicious small voices turned into sharp blades from all directions:
-"Thief", "Geek", "Thief"
Mo Yi seemed to be split into two extremes, and his mature self pulled away from his thin body and stood beside him expressionlessly, looking down at all this in front of his eyes like a beholder, while the other he The wounded body was crouched in pain, and the bright blood flowing out took away the temperature in the body, trembling and persistently whispering:
"... Imadeit ..."
There was a child hiding behind that tall twisted shadow, peering silently from behind her.
Mo Yi saw the young man walking around the mottled and dirty corners, and walking towards the deep darkness shrouded in thick fog. He saw that he lifted a thin quilt that was almost greasy into a hard shell, Lying quietly on the sheets was an ugly, swollen, ripped-up puppet, a robot style popular decades ago. The fabric on the stomach was brutally cut, and the gray cotton was scattered on the gray. It seemed that someone had pulled out something mercilessly from the inside, and then left the shell carelessly aside.
He saw that he reached out and carefully picked up the cotton puppet and shoved it back into the doll's belly, and then wrapped the remaining cloth inward. Even so, his belly was still sunken in a large piece with the flower printed on it The face type also looks funny because of the deformation, but even so, it can still recognize the above:
FOREVERFRIENDS
Not far behind, the child, who was made of shadows, peered silently behind the thin wall.
Mo Yi saw himself staring at the doll in a daze. His dark eyes looked astonishingly big on his thin and detached face, and the black hole was almost dreadful.
—He remembered how he did it.
The mist enveloped in the memory seemed to disappear instantly, Mo Yi clearly recalled every picture once.
He watched the little one holding the broken doll in his hands, turning slowly, walking step by step towards the peeping figure not far away, and then reaching out, throwing the doll in his hand carelessly In the trash can at the door, then turned away indifferently.
Nothing in this world is important to him. He is also true to anyone. He never gets it, he never loses it.
There are never so-called foreverfriends.
Only the machine will not betray.
All the scenes turned into thick gray smoke, oscillating with the violent wind, and passed away, as if the ink dripped into the clear water and was diluted by the rotating rapids. Only the thin little figure stood innumerable. In the phantom that drifted with the wind, looking at him stubbornly and lonely, he looked as if it were an unwashable ink stain on the white cloth-Mo Yi's perception of pain became blurry and dull as the distant sound of glass, He fell backwards, and the dark space dotted with glittering stars appeared again.
He seemed to have slept for a long nap, and with the recovery of vision, consciousness was too late.
Mo Yi raised his hand and pressed his painful forehead, and made a slight moan.
The experience at the Ryder Orphanage was too long for him, so long that even if he recalled it carefully, only some vague fragments flashed in his mind. The incident I just recalled was just a bland episode that he had experienced in his childhood, and it was hardly worth mentioning compared to other unfair treatments he had received. It was just that he used old parts that he could find. Created a moving gadget, treasured in his own broken doll, took over the slander of the child in the same room, and was confined for seven days.
But then, as the first jigsaw was completed, other memories and pictures were logically added to the mind, the whole clear logical chain was pulled up, and it has spread from the oldest time to the present. He seems to be standing. At the end of the years, holding a shiny silk thread in his hand, and standing at the farthest point of sight, the thin and short self, the skinny little hand tightly holding the other end, staring from the distant yellowing age At him, those dark and gloomy eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the barriers of time and space, and looked straight at Mo Yi, who was standing farthest away.
Immediately after, he saw other pictures connected on the silk.
From his first contact with a computer after he escaped from an orphanage, his first attempt to write code, to his first exposure to theories of artificial intelligence, to his first destruction of a firewall, as if the world was open to him, he As if looking for a gold digger buried deep in the underground treasures, he greedily digs forever, eagerly absorbing everything he can absorb.
The logic chain snapped together easily on the last link.
Mo Yi remembered the real reason for washing his hands in the golden basin.
Not because of the danger of life hanging on the front line, nor the fear of being searched for rewards by several forces.
It's boring.
Since the name ONE has emerged internationally, in just a few years, he has defeated countless top-level hacker programs and systems that are regarded as gods, and he has taken them far away when he is only half of his age Behind him, he walked in and out of an extremely confidential database like no one else. All the walls in the world seemed to be false. Mo Yi seemed to have a terrible talent in searching for secrets that everyone tried to hide.
Perhaps he walked too fast and too far, so Mo Yi quickly felt bored-he was tired of the challengeless tampering and tampering, and even tired of this challengeless profession, so he set his sights on When he first entered the field, he was the first puzzle he was dazzled with.
How complex the human brain is and how valuable the birth of self-consciousness is. It is not difficult to build a machine that only understands mechanical calculations with electronics. Wanting to create an intelligent body that knows how to think and has feelings ... is almost equivalent to creating a new species This is almost a blasphemy invading the power of God, a challenge to the entire world, and a huge barrier that is almost impossible to cross.
Since that day, ONE has disappeared.
A full ten years.
Mo Yi slowly opened his eyes, and the countless bright spots of stars slowly swirled in the darkness beside him. The fragments he had touched before had faded, and the smooth and shiny surface seemed to be covered. There was a layer of gray fog, and the picture in it became hazy and fuzzy. His eyes slowly passed over it, and then he stayed on the next piece of debris.
He reached out his hand.
The dark curtain came down, and after a few seconds of silence, light and shadow, a clear picture came to his eyes.
It is still the perspective of Wen Yan.
But at this moment, he is very different from the last time. The metal arm that was once exposed is now completely wrapped by the soft artificial skin. It moves smoothly and realistically. It looks almost no different from a real person. A tall stack of documents, with a half-red seal printed on the top of the document bag wrapped in kraft paper, the words "top secret" in the corridor's bright, pale light now look a little dazzling.
Mo Yi noticed that the document bag was printed with a few small characters in the regular black font:
ProjectH.
The walls and floor of the corridor are cold and smooth metal, and the sides of the corridor are tightly closed rooms. The smooth and regular footsteps echo in the empty corridor.
A faint sound came from a metal-closed door in the distance, and Wen's footsteps subconsciously converted the electromagnetic waves captured in the receiver into a murmuring vocal sound:
"……How things had been?"
"very smooth."
"Then ... what about Jiang Yuanrou?"
"Che, even if she knew what she could do, could she resist the military?"
"I remember she wasn't very smart before?"
"Well, it's not because of her brother who died unexpectedly, and then the whole person is like hysterics. They have to take over this previous project of her great grandfather. It seems to be energy conversion or something ... If it can come true, it can communicate with the dead. Yes, it ’s morally taboo anyway, but regardless of this, the military needs huge energy that can be infinitely converted. Anyway, if this thing can be weaponized, it would be incredible.

"... I still don't really believe it. This kind of thing is too mysterious. How could it really be made?"
The other man laughed meaningfully: "Science is also superstition in another sense."
"Anyway ... anyway, you should know the result today, if successful, the above ..."
The sound behind is blurred, even the built-in signal catcher in the machine can no longer capture new information. Wen Ye ’s gradual slowdown has just started to speed up, holding a pile of high in his hand. The material bumped up and down with his pace. The bright red top-secret seal swayed violently in sight, the corridor in front of it quickly shortened, the silver-colored corners of the wall disappeared in sight, and the huge laboratory was exposed in front of his eyes.
The tall dome is supported by a sturdy and light metal material. The pale and bright huge ceiling light reveals the entire laboratory. The hard and cold alloy walls are straight and tall. The vast and huge space does not seem empty and countless huge. The screen is inlaid in the wall. The dark and silver-colored machine divides the laboratory into several well-organized plates. The hum of the machine is intertwined with the noise of the cooling system. The air is like an inseparable viscose, tight and anxious. The atmosphere spread.
Everyone was pale, his eyes were blue and black, and his gaze was reflected in his nervousness.
Wen Yan's gaze swept quickly across the laboratory, meticulously and accurately positioning the figure lying on his face in front of the largest screen.
The back is thin and the bones are protruding. The whole person seems to be engulfed in wide clothes.
Wen Yan slowed his steps subconsciously, slowly put the materials in his hand to the free corner of the messy table, and then reached out to pick up the coat on the back of the chair and tried to cover him-just then, extremely Cheers erupted in the quiet background, and the noisy human voice instantly swallowed up the silent laboratory, as if the air was boiling.
Mo Yi saw through Wen Yan's eyes that he was lying on the table struggling to wake up, and his tiredness accumulated at the bottom of his eyes and his wrinkled brows, but his eyes gradually moved with the awakening of consciousness Liang, his long-lost excitement and joy appeared on his face-watching this emotion appear on his own face, Mo Yi could not help but a little rusty and strange.
Wen Yan closed his hand holding the coat, and in sight, the metal knuckles covered by the artificial skin were gently rubbing against the crumpled cloth of the clothes.
Immersed in excitement, he turned his head and grabbed Wen Yan ’s arm—perhaps because of looking at the world from Wen Yan ’s point of view. Mo Yi clearly felt the tightness of Wen Yan ’s body, and the nearly hot temperature hit him at that instant. His upper arm seemed to be burning at high temperature caused by extreme heat-his eyes were pursed slightly, his eyes were tired but bright, and his voice was hoarse:
"You see, it worked."
Wen Yan turned his head in the direction of Mo Yi's fingers.
The huge screen at the highest level appeared in his sight, and saw a few clear words printed on the dark background:
Simulation run: complete.
Environmental testing: complete.
Officially launched.
On the bottom screen, the dark blue background is instantly cleared, and it becomes a dazzling pale color with the current date on it:
August 14th.
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