CIATB Chapter 519 Features!
Chapter 519 Features!
Zhang Yan knew this data.
"So in these forty-three days, besides dealing with the Black Forward, I also need to continue to improve my consciousness synchronization rate."
"The target is over three percent."
"How much do you have now?" Qin Xiao asked.
"Two point four percent."
The room quieted down.
Nie Qingcheng finally turned around and returned to her seat.
"Increasing the synchronization rate carries risks."
"Last time, your blood pressure rose from 2.1% to 2.4%, and you were unconscious for six hours."
"We've learned from this experience," Zhang Yan said.
"Guanxing has compiled the consciousness training protocol of Guixu, and combined with the real-time feedback of the Heart of Heavenly Craftsmanship, it can more accurately control the pace of improvement."
Nie Qingcheng looked at him, but didn't say "no" or "be careful."
She simply picked up the cup of cold coffee and took a sip.
Send me the training schedule.
By the time the meeting ended, it was already dark outside.
Qin Xiao was the first to leave. Reaching the door, he turned back and said, "Brother Yan, leave those twelve black ones to me and Mo Bing. You focus on practicing your synchronization."
"Don't worry, I'm good at taking things apart."
Zhang Yan nodded.
Guan Xing also packed up his tablet and stood up.
As he reached the door, he suddenly said, "Oh, right, I found a record while organizing ancient books."
"Regarding the 'memory' characteristics of the community matrix."
"What characteristics?" Zhang Yan asked.
Stargazing, holding the mirror frame.
"It remembers all the faces it has ever seen."
"I especially remember the face of the first person who hurt it."
"The record says that 30,000 years ago, the first generation of maintainers used the Heart of the Gods to tear open the first wound on it."
"From then on, it remembered that face."
"Thirty thousand years, I have not forgotten."
She didn't say anything more and turned to leave.
Only Zhang Yan and Nie Qingcheng remained in the laboratory.
The projector was still on, and seven red dots were slowly rotating above the table.
Zhang Yan walked over and turned off the projector, restoring the laboratory to its original cool white lighting.
"What are you thinking about?" Nie Qingcheng asked.
Zhang Yan walked to the worktable, picked up the cup of cold coffee, and finished it.
"I'm thinking about how to make it remember my face."
"Then I'll tear that face off with my own hands."
Nie Qingcheng stood up and walked to his side.
"You didn't mention the cost of the ultimate formula."
Zhang Yan put down his cup.
"What price?"
"Inject 1% of your original consciousness and randomly erase three to five days' worth of memories. You said that."
Nie Qingcheng looked at him.
"But you didn't mention that if the synchronization rate of consciousness is too high at the moment the formula is released, it might lead to an expansion of the memory erasure range."
Zhang Yan paused for a moment.
"There are theoretical risks."
"When the synchronization rate exceeds three percent, operations at the conscious level will have a negative impact on the stability of the original consciousness."
"If the synchronization rate is at its peak at the moment the formula is released..."
"The erased memories may not be achieved in three to five days," Nie Qingcheng finished for him.
"It could take longer. It might even affect core memories."
The air vents of the laboratory air conditioner emitted a continuous low-frequency hum.
Zhang Yan turned around and looked at Nie Qingcheng.
"I can control it."
"How do you control it? Do you actively reduce the synchronization rate before releasing the formula?"
"Then your penetration speed will decrease, and a twelve-second window might not be enough."
"So this is a dilemma," Zhang Yan said.
"Either a high synchronization rate ensures penetration speed, but also carries the risk of significant memory loss."
"Either lower the synchronization rate to preserve memory, but you might miss the window."
Nie Qingcheng did not respond.
She walked to the window, her back to him.
Outside the window is the night view of Jinghai, with thousands of lights spreading out in the darkness.
"Is there a third possibility?" she asked.
"What?"
"Just before releasing the formula, transfer the memories you want to protect to an absolutely safe place."
"Once they are moved out, even if there is a huge backlash, they won't be affected."
"You mean, seal the core memories within the Heart of the Celestial Craftsman?"
"right."
"The Heart of Heaven's Craftsmanship is separate from your original consciousness."
"If you actively extract the memories that need protection before releasing the formula and seal them as independent data packets at the bottom layer of the Heart of Heavenly Craftsmanship."
"Once the formula is released, regardless of the amount lost, we can recover by reading the data packet again after we return."
The plan is theoretically feasible. However, it has a fatal flaw.
"The process of extracting memories requires a fully conscious and self-aware mind," Zhang Yan said.
"After releasing the formula, my consciousness will enter a brief period of chaos due to the backlash."
"If the extraction is incomplete, the residual backlash from the chaotic state may destroy the data packets."
"So you need insurance." Nie Qingcheng turned around.
"While extracting memories, set up a physical layer of insurance."
"For example, you can bind a data packet to a certain piece of hardware. As long as the hardware is not destroyed, the data packet will remain."
She took something out of her pocket and placed it on the table.
It's a USB flash drive.
The metal casing has a small Qingcheng International logo engraved on it.
"This is the key to my group's highest-level physical vault."
"128 exabytes of memory, resistant to electromagnetic pulse, high temperature, and shock."
"If you want to archive the memory data, you can store it in this USB drive and then lock it in the vault."
"Even if something happens to you, the USB drive and the data on it will not be damaged."
Zhang Yan picked up the USB drive.
It's very light, and the metal casing is cool to the touch.
"When did you prepare?" he asked.
"From the day you said you wanted to inject primordial consciousness," Nie Qingcheng said.
"I guessed you wouldn't honestly disclose all the risks. So I did my own research and made my own preparations."
Zhang Yan held the USB drive in his palm.
The coolness of the metal was slowly warmed by body heat.
"Thanks."
Nie Qingcheng did not respond to those two words.
She walked back to her worktable and picked up her coffee cup.
"We'll start training synchronization tomorrow. I'll arrange the schedule. Rest today."
She walked towards the door.
He paused for a moment as he passed Zhang Yan.
She didn't look up at him.
"When will you fix that wall clock?"
Zhang Yan recalled the old wall clock she had mentioned that morning.
"tomorrow."
"Hmm." Nie Qingcheng pushed open the door and left.
Zhang Yan was left alone in the lab again.
He put the USB drive in his pocket and walked to the window.
The night view of Jinghai unfolds beneath your feet.
Forty-three days.
No, it's been forty-two days now.
He opened the system panel and brought up the status of the Ink Soldier Array.
One hundred and eight units, all on standby.
They rested quietly in the underground warehouse, waiting for Jupiter's orbit to change forty-two days later.
Zhang Yan turned off the panel.
He walked to the worktable, picked up a pen, and wrote two words on a piece of white paper.
"Infuriated."
Then cross it out.
Write below: "Let it remember me."
He put down his pen and left the laboratory.
As the elevator went up and the doors opened, the living room lights were still on.
Nie Qingcheng stood at the kitchen door, holding two cups of hot milk in her hands.
"Drink this before you sleep." She handed him one of the glasses.
Zhang Yan took it.
The milk was very hot, so he blew on it and took a sip. The temperature was just right.
Nie Qingcheng leaned against the door frame, watching him finish the whole glass of milk before turning and walking towards the bedroom.