binary dead train

Chapter 248 Cyberspace
The technical value in the lower right corner of the panel jumped wildly, quickly decreased by 87 points, and lit up the question mark frame on the branch in front of the [Molecular Deciphering Line]——

[Brainwave hacking into synapses]

At the same time, the molecular deciphering line spreading from the back of Turing's brain began to vibrate at a high speed, the universal interface at the top quickly mechanized and withered, and the phantom limb connected to the molecular deciphering line began to change into a flat shape, gradually changing the shape of the straight spine. Turning into a smooth shell, the inner spine shape flows with strings of bright white light.

Along with the completed molecular deciphering line finalized, Turing felt that there seemed to be subtle changes in the back of the brain.

From the appearance point of view, compared with the molecular deciphering line that dragged a big lump of universal interface at the beginning, the appearance of this [brain wave hacking into synapse] is very balanced, and compared with the phantom limb that grows wildly, it is more Man-made industrial aesthetic.

"The function of the universal interface has not changed, but it is more precise in form. 87 points of technical value, currently the highest cost in the real world, let's test the basic functions first..."

Turing sat on the mechanical chair in the main hive laboratory, watched the brainwaves enter the universal interface with slight changes at the top of the synapse, took out the terminal that originated from Yanagida Setada, and connected it in .

The white streamer immediately turned into a bright warning yellow, flickering at a gradually accelerating frequency, and on Turing's faintly expanded retina, a line of clearly visible text was put on it:

【connection succeeded】

The rapidly flickering yellow light then turned into green, and Turing felt that his vision was pulled into a dark tunnel in an instant. The edge of the tunnel was composed of densely packed binary data, leading to the deep end, and gradually burst into light.

His thoughts were torn apart inch by inch like ramen, which was a very weird feeling, and during this process, his vision remained in a normal state, without a black break, nor did he lose any feeling of the picture, until he pierced into it. In that ray of light, the scene in front of him gradually stopped.

He suddenly "bumped" into a body, and a white space made of grids appeared in front of his eyes, surrounded by fragmented translucent light sheets and traveling binary data.

"This is……"

Turing seems to feel that he has a body in this space, and it is true——

When he lowered his head, he saw his legs, and when he raised his hand, he could still see clear fingerprints in front of his eyes, which was no different from reality. The only problem was that he found himself in a nude state.

"Is this a concrete data space? Did I directly enter the system inside the terminal?"

Turing looked at his naked body in shock, touched his chest, his sense of touch was shallow, but it existed.

This is similar to the effect of molecular deciphering threads probing consciousness into data, but it is completely different in essence.

Turing truly felt that he seemed to have entered another world, and all the tactile signals were simulated by the current body in cyberspace, but he did not feel the disappearance of the original body. With a single trigger, he can return to his own body.

As soon as he had a thought, he put on a suit of casual clothes. As soon as he thought about it, the gray fox exoskeleton armed his whole body. Then he waved his hand, and a thousand ghosts appeared in front of his eyes in a burst of flickering noise fragments, and he was lightly smashed into pieces. binary data.

There is a magical feeling like a creator in the virtual world.

Turing is familiar with various experiences in this world and tends to mature:
He can create virtual things here, food, weapons, roads, cities, electronic objects with just one thought.This made Turing, who hadn't indulged in entertainment for a long time, feel a novel joy, and had a great time playing.

After a while, he stopped and waved a set of time codes:
03:28:23.

And behind this, there are millisecond data, microsecond data, and nanosecond data that are constantly beating, forming a long string of data suspended in front of Turing.

What surprised him was that the flow of time displayed on it was a bit too slow.

After he silently counted for three seconds, the time on it jumped by only one second. The nanosecond data jumped quite fast, but it was far from the reality.

"Does this mean that the flow of time in the virtual space is different from the real world?"

Turing quickly entered and exited the terminal space several times, and compared it with the real time flow rate to verify this conjecture.

"The flow rate of time is 3:1. And when staying here, the body feels a little strange, and the sensitivity to time has weakened... Well, more verification is needed."

In addition, Turing also discovered an interesting phenomenon.

What he said to himself here has all become binary data floating in mid-air and gradually disappearing. It might be a little funny if he can watch his appearance from the sidelines.

Then, Turing tried data browsing in this data space.

There is not much data stored in this terminal, except for the traces of Turing's occasional use, there is only the mysterious "Technology Code No. 11".

As for the way of reading data here, Turing can choose to "sweep" the data directly into his head, which is the same as the molecular deciphering line, and he can also present a book and read it slowly.

If Turing wanted to flip through the apps directly, he could teleport into an app that materialized as a room, or he could choose to have the binary data turned into a train that carried him across.

The concrete data space brought him a lot of fun. In the process of half playing and half experimenting, Turing came to the data room where the "No. 11 Technology Code" was stored.

A huge stone slab stands in front of Turing's eyes. This is the concrete way he subconsciously chose, which makes the graphics and text of the entire "Technology Code No. 11" look a bit like a stele of ancient civilization relics, and the handwriting is still shimmering.

Strolling in this room, Turing looked up and down the codes, and he found something weird.

He cannot understand the meaning of these codes.

This is somewhat different from Turing's experience of using molecular deciphering lines all the time.

The molecular deciphering line can't let his consciousness scan any concrete information, let alone the various images that can be seen in the use of brainwave hacking synapses. The molecular deciphering line can only see binary data.

And these binary data will be processed by the molecular deciphering line, turned into concrete words and presented in Turing's mind, just like a translator, translating one language into another.

But the "Technology Code No. 11" presented in front of Turing's eyes, even if Turing directly swept it into his mind, he would not get any binary data information and concrete "translation". The appearance of the original data graphic is printed in my mind.

Intuition told him that this thing may involve the secrets of the world of demons and gods, or even the world of trains, but this seems too early for Turing now.

Turing ended his roaming in the terminal and exited the system.

Returning to his body, Turing suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of restraint.

It's like his own thinking is trapped in a cage called "flesh", which makes him have an urge to return to the data world and enjoy freedom.

But this emotion was quickly contained by him.

"This feeling of omnipotence is indeed extremely addictive... From another perspective, being able to accomplish various things in the virtual world that cannot be done in the real world is why video games are becoming more and more influential. It’s huge, and it’s the reason why young people in today’s society are crazy about it..."

Turing smiled self-deprecatingly.

After all, he was still a young man.

And the virtual space that the brainwave hacks into the synapse allows him to enter is far from being as simple as manipulating a character in a video game. The feeling of wandering freely like a god is really addictive.

The mechanical chair turned into a supporting recliner and let him sit on it. His feet lightly stepped on the pedals extending from the bottom of the reclining chair. Turing glanced at the room where Hamed was held and found that there was no abnormality. He took out another terminal——

Director terminal from Wilson Corporation.

All the data of this terminal is composed of another programming language "Bismuth", especially the network port connected to the black market system, and the molecular deciphering line cannot hack into the "Bismuth Network".

So can the current brain wave synapse directly hack into the black market?
Turing connected brainwave synapses into this terminal.

After thinking about it, after passing through the dense data channels, the white data space reappeared in front of Turing's eyes, and a strange high wall in the data space stood in front of Turing's eyes.

In the grid space formed by the white light, it is transparent. Through it, one can see the same grid space on the opposite side of the high wall and at the foot of Turing, but Turing can feel that there is a wall here, blocked his way.

The high wall extended infinitely towards both sides, no matter how Turing detoured, he could not find a way to bypass the high wall.

But behind him is the space inside the terminal. He can call up the work report from Wilson Company and various data stored in the terminal.

Facts have proved that he successfully entered the system written by Bismuth Network, and this high wall came from the port of the black market system.

Gently pressing his hand on the high wall, dense data was displayed on the high wall from the position where the finger was pressed, and Turing searched for information about this wall from his memory.

This thing should be the "Internet Ice Wall".

In other words, by breaking this wall, he can hack into the online shopping system of Crohn's black market...

Looking up and down at this network ice wall, Turing was thinking about whether to break through the figurative firewall directly or if there were other ways to pass through it, when he saw a black spot in the corner of his eye.

With a twitch of his eyelids, dense noise-colored patches fell down like dominoes all over his body, turning into the shape of a fat man, and approached the black spot with a dodge.

It was a man struggling to lug a drilling rig.

The moment Turing turned into a fat man and walked beside him, the man was taken aback.

(End of this chapter)