binary dead train

Chapter 217 Control ([-])

Garfield had already been frantically sitting in front of the terminal crew on one side, knocking and tapping since the beginning of the monitoring, and let out a voice of surprise:
"This blood sample... is unique!"

"Oh?" Sachs walked up quickly, observing the data on it, and gradually narrowed his eyes.

"The concentration of decarbonized particles in this is very close to the stage of inorganicization! But...it is rapidly decaying, falling back to the stage of carbonization, which is weird..."

Garfield tapped the light-sensitive keyboard quickly, with a puzzled look on his face.

Tsfield also walked up to watch the change of test results.

Turing squinted his eyes. He knew that this was the effect of the mortal filter.

According to the results of Garfield's test, his blood began to drop rapidly after being separated from the boost of the mortal filter in his body, returning to the state before the boost of the mortal filter.

From this point of view, the mortal filter boost appears to be temporary.

"At the initial detection stage, where did my carbonization stage reach?" Turing asked.

"It was very close to going inorganic, but it fell back down quickly."

"If, say, biological blood sampling has been done inorganically, will it fall back to the original carbonized state under the conditions of this decay?"

"It depends on how this kind of decay works, but theoretically this will not happen. This is degeneration, which does not conform to the logic of evolution... Wait, do you know what this kind of decay is?" Garfield was startled suddenly .

"Of course." Under the visor, Turing grinned and looked at Sachs.

The moment the red electronic eyes cast their sights, Sachs' eyes flashed.

"The people here are the people in the company."

Turing shook his head.

"The researchers of the Immortal Project are basically high-level executives of the company. The subsequent process requires a mutagenic catalyst, which is basically controlled by the company."

"But if this technology appears, the situation will be different."

"I take my company as a guarantee, and the people in this laboratory are absolutely trustworthy!" Sachs raised his voice faintly.

Turing was silent for a moment, and the voice full of electric dryness came again:
"Are you sure that the experimental data will not be passed on or stolen?"

"This is impossible. The network ice wall built by our network engineers has not been broken so far." The conversation between the two made Garfield realize something, and he immediately promised.

"Where did you get this technology?" Tessfeld's thinking obviously came from another direction.

Turing paused for another moment, did not reply to him, but chuckled: "There is no need to make such a guarantee, Mr. Wilson, I just make sure to proceed with caution. Can this machine be disassembled?"

Following Turing's gaze, several people saw the terminal unit in the corner.

"dismantle?"

Several people were puzzled.

"Yes...?" Garfield said hesitantly.

"That's fine."

Eight phantom limbs proliferated, Kaba Kaba dismantled the terminal unit and the mechanical instruments next to it into a bunch of parts, and at the same time quickly reassembled into another thing under the astonished eyes of several people.

"This is an amplification technology, or filtering technology, which can accelerate the filtration of carbon-transforming human bodies, and quickly advance to the stages of carbon transformation that you sorted out...By the way, if my sampling data is the original situation, I still How long will it take to reach the stage of 'inorganization'?" Turing turned to ask Garfield.

"It's only half a month at most, but I don't know if I need the injection of the mutagenic catalyst." Garfield was immersed in the shock brought about by the efficient operation of the phantom limb, and he replied in a daze.

On one side, Tsfield watched the phantom limb machine-like precise operation, and his eyes became brighter.

"I see."

In just a few tens of seconds, grinding, remodeling, parts installation, and welding were completed in one go. The last ready-made screw was tightened, and two palm-sized ring-shaped instruments were placed on the side table by the phantom limb.

"This thing is called a 'mortal filter'. Its effects are what I said before. I made two out of ready-made materials and gave them to you."

The two ready-made mortal filters were placed in Garfield's hands, and several people surrounded them, including two researchers and the assistant Anthony who had been acting as the air man.

"This thing... a filter?" Although Turing's quick dismantling of the computer just now made him feel refreshed, Garfield was still a little confused.

"It is recommended that you use it as an implant, it needs a separate energy supply."

The mortal filter was originally climbed directly to the phantom through the technology tree, and Turing's approach in the main hive laboratory was to directly transform it into a large training chamber to connect and cover the demon equipment.

"Implants..."

Sachs took one of them out of Garfield's palm and looked it up and down.

The excited heartbeat is slowly expanding.

The basic principle of the carbon transformation process is to implant it into the human body through a special decarburization (Tektronix) technology implant, and then use a mutagenic catalyst to induce carbon transformation.

And the direct use of things like mortal filters as implants will subvert the current basis of carbon transformation experiments, and completely replace the implants used in carbon transformation experiments to become an exclusive instrument for carbon transformation!

According to Gray Fox, it can also continue to filter the growth rate and speed up the carbon transformation.In this way, the use of dangerous mutagenic catalysts would no longer be necessary.

For a moment, Sachs' thoughts were spinning, his hands trembled, and he became more and more excited.

He didn't doubt the authenticity of this thing, there's no need for Gray Fox to make such a joke, the truth can be proved through experiments.

"This will subvert the entire carbon transformation process." Zfeldt said in a deep voice.

"In the previous list of candidates for the immortality project, who is the most recent? Tell him to come to the laboratory."

Sachs instructed Anthony behind him to choose a lucky one to complete the test.Garfield quickly handed over the mortal filter to another researcher.

Then, he walked up to Turing in silence.

Turing did not give them the manufacturing blueprint of this thing, Sachs understands the reason, but if the "mortal filter" really subverts their carbon conversion process, then the gray fox who controls the manufacturing technology of this thing is equal to Take control of the semi-monopoly of the carbon transformation experiment!

"This thing..." Sachs spread out another mortal filter in his palm.

"It's okay, use it first, and I'll make a few more when I run out."

"I mean……"

"It's impossible, I can't trust the people in this laboratory."

"But you should also trust me." "What about your student?"

Turing looked sideways at Sachs, who fell silent again.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Sachs' face gradually stretched out and he sighed.

"I see. What do you want?"

"All information on the carbon transformation system."

"Everyone who joins the Immortal Project is eligible to view it."

"I have a lot of things, and I need to do a lot of experiments. And I have more than one thing on hand." Turing pointed out.

"This..." Sachs hesitated, "I think it will take some time. I can't decide on this alone."

"It's okay, we can take our time."

After handing over the mortal filter to the researcher, Garfield, who was running around in the central laboratory to test the experimental equipment, glanced at the two riddlers strangely, frowned and continued to do his own business.

On the other hand, Tsfield looked back and forth between Turing and Sachs, as if he had thought of something.

Under the visor, Turing smiled.

This is the absolute dominance of advanced technology, enough to subvert a scientific research system that has been stagnant and progressing slowly for many years.

The mortal filter has given, and the plan is slowly advancing.Regarding carbon change, he currently has a killer weapon for the next stage.

He gently stretched his hand into his pocket, holding a faintly glowing blood-colored vial.

It contained the blood sample of a viper.

The laboratory became agitated, preparing for the upcoming major experiment. The phantom limb propped Turing up and took him to a laboratory table to sit down. He scanned the crowd and rubbed the blood sample in his pocket with his fingers. A smile appeared under the visor.

Until his gaze fell on the suddenly opened door, his buttocks staggered and almost fell off the experimental table.

An unknown voice came from the door:
"Mr. Tu, this way please!"

　good morning everyone

　
(End of this chapter)