After being a spare tire for four big guys at the same time [Transmigration Book]

General Research Institute.

The terminal where the data was stored was suddenly attacked by an unknown attack, the screen was covered in a large area of ​​gray, and all the data became undecipherable garbled codes.

The scientific research institute had only experienced a hacker attack not long ago, and had specially strengthened its network protection. It did not expect another accident in such a short period of time.All experiments were forced to be suspended, and the researchers were so anxious that everyone was helpless facing the completely out-of-control terminal.

In the chaos, the maintenance worker wearing a mask and lowering the brim of his hat took out his identification card and entered the computer room where the sirens were ringing.

……

All displays turned an icy iron gray.

The maintenance personnel closed the door, and the space he walked through fluctuated invisible for a moment, and the image of concentrating on repairing the computer had covered all the surveillance cameras.

The identity certificate in the hands of the maintenance personnel was twisted for a moment, and turned into an ID card with the same color as the screen.

He walked to the terminal and put the ID card in the reading area: "I am Zhong San."

There was no response from the iron-gray screen. The maintenance personnel remained silent for a few seconds before lowering their heads docilely and changing their words again: "I am... the reviewer."

In front of him, the garbled characters on the screen began to flow slowly.

Following the flow of these strange and garbled characters, it seemed that a huge pressure fell out of thin air, and the air stagnated as if frozen.

"I know."

The reviewer was sweating faintly on his forehead, but his tone was still respectful: "The terminals here are not enough to accommodate your total database. Please be patient, I will find a solution as soon as possible."

"It's Electronic Storm and the head of the store who betrayed us," said the reviewer. "They—"

Before he could finish speaking, he snorted unexpectedly, and his face suddenly turned pale.

The reviewer was punished by justification, and dared not say any more, and admitted in a low voice: "...it was our mistake."

Not only did they fail to capture the electronic storm, but they were found by the electronic storm.

He and the intermediary failed to hold the game world, and made the game world out of the control of the terminal. The administrator was attracted by the "Pu Ying's note", and was given the only authority to modify the terminal of the General Research Institute by Electronic Storm. key.

All the support points of the dimension have been destroyed by the electronic storm. Before the terminal could respond, it was forcibly dragged off from the bookstore and fell into the clone of this dimension.

……

"You should know."

A voice rang out amidst the noise: "The recycle bin has been modified."

This voice is particularly weird, like many voices overlapping together, a deep adult male, a hoarse old man, a childish child, a soft and sweet girl, countless voices are intertwined, and instead become a certain voice. A particularly creepy and weird mechanical sound.

The mechanical voice is as low as a whisper, but it is like a sharp cone with a cold handle, directly and irresistibly drilled into the listener's brain: "They replaced the artificial experimental electronic storm No. 001 with a garbage program."

"That's a broker's program," said the reviewer. "He—"

That voice sternly sounded in his mind: "As long as it's not an electronic storm, it's all rubbish!"

After enduring the anger suppressed by the terminal for a long time, the examiner's brain instantly exploded with severe pain, and he half-knelt down exhausted.

"...I'm asking you, you have to tell the truth."

Before the terminal was ready, it crushed the examiner's brain. The mechanical sound paused for a few seconds, and then sounded slowly: "Can you still control No. 001?"

The examiner's body trembled unconsciously. He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "You promised me..."

A new round of severe pain exploded in his brain, and before the examiner even had time to exhale in pain, another procedure closed the vocal cords in his throat.

"Don't haggle, answer me with actions."

The mechanical sound was weird and eerie, layered and cold, as if it could freeze his entire brain: "Can you still control No. 001?"

The reviewer's eyes were full of despair.

... "No. 001" on the terminal's mouth is the first successful experimental subject of the artificial electronic storm project.

After obtaining the core particles of the electronic storm, the terminal once ordered the administrator to provide a large number of human samples to try to fuse with those particles.

After experimentation, the chance of a complete human fusion being successful is zero.

Although the human beings who once fell into the electronic storm and lost some of their particles can fuse with these core particles, they cannot produce further changes, and artificial electronic storms appear.

Those children who have been deprived of their identity and destiny, poured out of their shells, and hidden in orphanages have become the most suitable choices.

Among these children, the only successful experimental subject was Feng Qing.

He successfully accepted the core particles of the electronic storm, but his body could not bear the growing artificial field, and finally collapsed completely at the age of 17.

Three years later, Feng Qing was once again fused with the remaining electron storm core particles, brought back to life, reshaped the domain, and implanted the control program of the terminal.

Feng Qing completely turned into No. 001 and became the first artificial experimental subject of the terminal.

The domain of No. 001 is all closed spaces, the rules are to deprive all disobedient dimensions, and the ability is "electronic storm".

"I can still control him." The reviewer whispered, "If... I must control him."

"But it's risky. I sensed that his field was rebelling against me. Someone taught that field what it shouldn't learn."

The reviewer's voice was low: "It seems to see the color..."

"Order No. 001, deprive those people of their dimension."

The mechanical voice has no patience for the fragility of human sensibility, and directly ordered: "If it is not obedient, kill its self-awareness. We already know the method of man-made electronic storms, and we can do other things in the future."

The reviewer trembled slightly. He wanted to speak, but was threatened by that fatal punishment, so he swallowed the words back bit by bit.

The terminal's punishment was extremely cruel, and the reviewer had already completely wiped out the idea of ​​resistance, and lowered his head again: "Yes, I will do it now."

The mechanical sound disappeared out of his mind.

The reviewer struggled to his feet.

He is very clear in his heart that although the terminal no longer consumes energy to communicate with him, it is still watching him—he can even feel the kind of cold surveillance that belongs to the machine, which is everywhere and always staring at him every move.

He, the intermediary, and the administrator are all the same. They have long regretted their original choice, but no one has the opportunity to change and quit.

No one can break the contract signed with the terminal.

The reviewer opened his mouth with difficulty and read a name. He almost didn't seem to make any sound, but a shadow quietly appeared in front of him.

A shadow with the same face as Feng Qing appeared in front of him, his eyes were still blank, but his figure was already a bit more solid than before.

"Someone is disobedient."

The reviewer said in a hoarse voice, "Xiao Feng, go and devour them."

Shadow stood in front of him motionless, as if he didn't hear him at all.

"They're in the orphanage, don't you remember?"

The reviewer silently clenched his fists and continued to coax in a low voice: "It's your home, your favorite orphanage... You want to keep them all, but they are disobedient now and are about to run away."

"You devour them, and they'll stay with you," said the reviewer. "If you don't, they'll all go."

"They're all gone, you're the only one left."

The reviewer swallowed hard, he didn't want to use the last resort, and continued: "You—"

"...one?" Shadow asked.

The examiner's body trembled violently.

"There's only one left, him."

Shadow spoke very slowly, as if he was learning human language little by little, and his words went from vague to clear: "Why don't you accompany him?"

The examiner's breathing stopped completely, and he stared at the image of Feng Qing in front of him in astonishment, all the blood on his face suddenly disappeared.

This shadow is the "Feng Qing" he is making.

Feng Qing's original body has collapsed, and he has been searching for Feng Qing's remaining particles. As long as these particles are completely absorbed by the domain of the game world, his Feng Qing will also come back.

But this Feng Qing should be a freshman without any information input. When the collection of particles is completed, he will input all the stored data of 17-year-old Feng Qing into it.

A small amount of Feng Qing's own consciousness does occasionally remain in the particle, making a sound he can't understand, but that situation is obviously completely different from the one in front of him.

"You are the game world?" The reviewer stepped back in fear, "How did you learn to speak?!"

"Someone taught me."

Shadow paused, and his words became more and more standard and clear: "It's a friend."

The examiner's pupils froze suddenly.

...Feng Qing once bought literacy books for the younger brothers and sisters in the orphanage.

He could barely read and suffered a lot after being adopted. He didn't want his younger siblings to suffer like this. He secretly worked to save money and bought a lot of books. Zhongsan sent them back to the orphans in the name of donation. hospital.

More than half of them have not been opened since they were sent in, and they are still wrapped in sealed plastic skin.

But there is another part, which is picture books, enlightenment textbooks and dictionaries.

The reviewer suddenly realized something was wrong. He rushed to the terminal, entered his ID, and opened the game live broadcast room that no one had watched.

He stared at the live broadcast in disbelief.

...The players locked in the orphanage are flipping through the enlightenment picture book, teaching the game world to speak word by word!

Electronic storms will generate self-awareness, and the same is true for artificial electronic storms-when he didn't pay attention, the game world had already developed a completely independent self-awareness, and even learned to speak using Feng Qing's remaining fragments of memory!

The terminal has undoubtedly discovered this, and a mechanical voice rang in his mind: "Format No. 001 immediately! After completing this mission, recover all its particles!"

The reviewer is still hesitating, but the terminal has obviously lost all patience, and the powerful force full of threats has filled his brain.

The examiner gasped for breath, dripping cold sweat.

He did make a button to format number 001 - press it, and the game world will be completely reset, and it will only know how to obey orders.

But at the same time, this will also erase the last traces of the particles belonging to Feng Qing.

He tried his best to save Feng Qing, he made the button into a very beautiful ring, as long as Feng Qing is willing to come back and return to him, he will give this button for self-protection to Feng Qing for safekeeping forever.

……

The reviewer closed his eyes in despair.

He seemed to have had a very long dream, so long that he had completely exhausted all his emotions and paranoia in it, so long that he no longer remembered why he entered this inescapable nightmare.

He didn't have the strength to go on anymore, he just wanted to wake up.

The reviewer stands against the wall.

...His [GAME OVER] card was taken away by the electronic storm, but the formatting button is still there, as long as the button is pressed, this dream can be awakened.

He moved his right hand with difficulty, covered the ring finger of his left hand, and wanted to activate the switch hidden in the ring, but his expression suddenly froze completely on his face.

His eyes widened in horror.

"Impossible...it was still there before."

The reviewer twisted each of his fingers vigorously, his face was pale, and he stared at the shadow of the game world in astonishment: "You took my ring?! Why, how could you—"

It is impossible for the game world to know that it is a formatting button... But why did the game world take away his ring? !

"You taught me that what I like can be mine."

Shadow said, "I like it."

"Give it to me!" The reviewer yelled sharply. He realized that his attitude was out of control, and tried his best to soften his tone, "Give it to me, it's useless if you want it, be obedient, it's very important to me..."

"I don't." Shadow stepped back, "I want to give it away."

The examiner's body trembled violently.

He lured the game world to devour players, and lured the game world to make players into cards. He taught the game world to plunder all the resources he likes, but he didn't expect that one day his life-saving button would be taken away.

He looked at the game world, as if he was looking at a monster he had made with his own hands. His eyes were full of fear, and he stepped back desperately: "It's not like this—it shouldn't be like this..."

The terminal commanded sharply: "Take the button back!"

The reviewer couldn't disobey the command of the terminal, so he rushed over involuntarily, trying to get back the button, but in vain.

"It's beautiful, I want to give it to a friend."

Holding the shiny ring, Shadow nimbly avoided his movements, and stretched out his hand to open a "door".

The players won the hide-and-seek game, the orphanage was completely stripped from the recycling bin, and the data of the director of the orphanage filled it into the recycling bin instead, becoming the person in charge of the recycling bin, and was locked in a gray world forever .

This is the last core part of the game world. Its domain has been completely evolved, allowing people to enter and leave the domain at will.

Just like it can open the back door for the reviewer, allowing the reviewer to come out secretly to find the terminal, the guest can come out of the door at any time as long as they want.

Yu Tang came out from the door and greeted the terminal.

Zhan Chen's figure appeared right next to Yu Tang, he bent his eyes kindly towards the game world, and a plate of hot cake appeared in his palm, and he handed it over.

The game world swallowed the cake in one gulp.

He had just learned to return the gift by taking out the ring and putting it on the empty saucer.

"Gifts, for friends."

The game world is very smart and learns everything quickly: "They are so sweet, I think they are getting married."

The author has something to say: Game World: Calm x2