Deceitful Game

Chapter 308 Dad, you're not dead?

Chapter 308 Dad, you're not dead?

"—Dead Souls?"

'

Mingbo repeated.

He recalled a novel written by Gogol.

"Is this a title?" Mingpo asked.

"No, it's a substitute name."

Shi Yue slowly spoke: "Let me put it this way—do you know what the greatest invention of the High Heaven Life is?"

"Of course, it's been mentioned repeatedly in textbooks."

Mingbo said with a hint of sarcasm, "While that paradoxical technology might not exactly be considered an invention, there's no doubt that the earliest and most widely sold paradoxical technology of the Takada Lifeforms was immunosuppressants."

That is the root of the rise of the current era of prosthetic bodies.

Without sufficiently cheap, effective, and harmless immunosuppressants, prosthetics would never have become this widespread.

It is precisely because of the low cost of immunosuppressants that artificial organs, artificial torsos, and even the vitamin fluid that Lin Ya used before have been able to be commercialized and made available to the public.

Even in the Nest City, without the protection of immunosuppressants, the population would have decreased by at least 80%.

Even the cheapest prosthetic bodies can effectively resist radiation. However, without immunosuppressants that are cheaper than food, the Nestlings simply cannot afford to install and maintain prosthetic bodies.

"And—even without textbooks, I will never forget this."

Mingper paused, then added, "I believe you haven't forgotten either."

Outsiders would never know this fact.

Gao Tian Life's "immunosuppressant" technology is actually the result of research on Mingbo.

In a sense, it can even be considered a derivative of amber.

It is precisely because of the world's advanced prosthetic technology that Mingbo, who lost the "Thief Devourer," was able to grow up healthily.

It is precisely because of the existence of Mingbo that the foundation for the birth of prosthetic technology was laid—namely, immunosuppressants.

Like an ouroboros, it forms its own cycle.

This is also why Mingpo can equip so many prosthetic bodies.

He is highly adaptable to immunosuppressants—because this is originally a natural extract of Minpo.

From that moment on, Mingpo was destined to become the number one henchman of the future Takada beings.

"But you have absolutely no idea what immunosuppressants mean to the Spire people."

"—What?"

Mingpo was indeed a little curious.

The Spire people do not need prosthetic bodies.

Because they don't need to fight, nor do they need to worry. They just wander around grazing like lambs every day.

"Head transplant".

Shi Yue said seriously, "Or rather, a brain transplant."

Upon hearing this, Mingpo paused for a moment, then his expression quickly turned serious.

"—Possession? I've—thought I've had a hunch about that possibility."

Head transplant surgery.

In my previous life, this was merely a scientific fantasy.

If this surgery is consistently successful and runs smoothly, then organ replacement, body shaping, and dieting and exercise to maintain health will become completely unnecessary.

The world lacks everything except people.

Do you know why the Immortal Sector is called that?

Shi Yue said seriously, "Or rather—do you know why two of the eight giants are crammed into the same sector?"

"—Isn't it because they both have the surname Gao?"

"Not entirely. Another reason is that the 'longevity sector' issue requires the technology of two companies to be pieced together to complete."

Shi Yao replied.

Mingpo had heard of this claim before.

It is said that each sector corresponds to an ultimate question for humanity.

The proposition corresponding to the Longevity Sector, as the name suggests, is "longevity".

"You know about the Wangchuan Biological Field, right?"

"Memory backup, neural interface, consciousness storage — and also personality manipulation, memory rewriting, and the like."

"So, do you think this technology can be brought into 'this world'?"

Shi Yue countered, "Do you think that once technology is introduced—could the conman upload his consciousness into a machine? If this data is brought back to the material world, could it 'download' consciousness into a blank brain?"

"----you mean----?"

Upon hearing this, Mingpo's eyes widened slightly.

He seemed to understand a little.

Why should "non-human intellectual entities" be granted limited human rights?

Why is it that even the most powerful con artists, who are seemingly invincible, compromise here?

And why—even the Spire's board of directors—is being hijacked and controlled by these artificial intelligences—

The board of eight giants—these are the true power holders! They are the most powerful deceivers in the world! Survivors of the world war, the supreme rulers of the new era—

But they obey the ridiculous artificial intelligence?

—So, what if these artificial intelligence systems are the real power holders?

"Dead Souls————"

Mingpo slowly uttered the name: "This title is quite fitting."

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If that's the case, then Mingpo seems to understand why most Spire people don't need to learn anything, do anything, or make any effort.

Because they are indeed lambs.

The only difference is that lambs are meant to be slaughtered, while their purpose is to serve as "meat embryos".

Or rather, it is "the vessel through which divine consciousness descends".

After the war, apart from the "Big Eight," the other surviving deceivers were not allowed to exist as deceivers. They mostly operated under the name "The Office of the Director," existing atop the tower as non-human intellectual entities formed by collective thought, using this method to protect and exercise their power. The real Big Eight, however, were not actually very interested in such narrow-minded things.

"And these 'Board Offices' can also transfer one of their consciousnesses onto a blank artificial brain at any time, and through brain transplantation surgery, seize the perfect body of a 'Spire Man' as a vessel to roam the material world. They can also use the bodies of Central People or even Nest People to create their own characters."

"When they get tired of playing, they can upload their memories at any time, return to the River of Oblivion, and merge into the mainstream, becoming part of the Board of Directors again. Even if they die unexpectedly, it doesn't matter—because that's just a copy. Only when the copy is uploaded will it become a memory."

"That is why this artificial brain has no soul, and therefore cannot become a deceiver again. Because their true souls have long since departed to the River of Oblivion."

Shi Yue said, word by word, "The board of directors was indeed originally elected by the 'Eight Giants,' but for some reason, the Eight Giants have not been involved in the affairs of the material world for a very long time."

"However, the will of the Board of Directors is not entirely subservient to the eight giants. They are either victors in the organization or victims in the war—in a sense, they may actually hate the eight giants. This is why the city has deviated from its original intention—because the malice comes from the top."

"They are now the real power holders in the six sectors, and also the power usurpers behind the board of directors."

"Therefore, the Board Office would never inform its subordinates of its existence—they would only act in the name of the Board of Directors; this is a collective decision made by the Board Office. The fact that you know this term means you're definitely not from the Board Office."

"—But why do you think I would be someone from the Board of Directors' Office?"

Mingpo asked.

The answer he received was completely unexpected: "Because of your father, his consciousness is stored within the collective consciousness of the 'Board of Directors'."

Mingbo: "————?"

—Dad, you're not dead?

You're still alive?