The dark black waves floated, gradually being pushed away by the hands, fading into a deep blue. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 As soon as Ding opened his eyes, he couldn't float up, he couldn't get out of the cold bottom of the water. Light can pass through the blue surface and float on the water. Ding Yi struggled to lift his back, and he felt that he was being dragged down by gravity. Breathing is getting heavier and heavier. When he was at a loss, he looked up and saw a behemoth passing over his head. The giant sea creature with its bulging head was reflected in Ding Yi's eyeballs. Through the light that penetrates the seawater, its black and white skin can be clearly seen. A giant killer whale swam past Ding Yi's eyes.

Ding Yi raised his head again, and the giant whale skimmed over the floors and rooftops like light and shadow. In the dim dawn, the cleaning truck drove quietly down the road. The heating was turned on in the room, and as soon as Ding turned around, Wen Ying slept peacefully on his bed, pressing his pillow. Ding Yi picked up the coin on the table and flipped it between his fingers. He leaned in front of the window. I inadvertently saw the reflection on the window. He saw his eyelids, as if injected with ink, drooping heavily, showing a black wrinkle. Ding Yi was a little frightened, covered his face with his hands, and wiped his eyes vigorously. But the black was not something he could erase at all. Even if the eyelids are rubbed red, they still haven't wiped off half of the black, and they still show thick black eyelids like drug addicts.

It seems that Zhang Yi didn't lie to him, every biological hacker wants to get the power that black blood can bring, and the powerful computing function can bring them one step closer to the forty-seven-body human. But the darkness that comes with black blood is not something that everyone can afford. Zhang Yi told him that in fact, in terms of human physique, there are not many people who are suitable or able to be implanted with subcutaneous communication chips. And those who can accept black blood are even rarer. Implantable communication chips are actually a two-way choice product. At the beginning, the earliest biohacking enthusiasts deliberately damaged their bodies and lowered various physical health indicators, so that the body could adapt and achieve stronger body modification. It was the sacrifice of the whole body and mind of the original group of people, after the death of many people who did not deserve to die, that created today's extraordinary biohacking technology.

Compared to chips and the like, black blood is a taboo biohacking prop. This black blood contains, in addition to blood globulin, there are some of the most special substances, which can help upgrade the communication chip, but will remain in the human body permanently. No matter how powerful the hematopoietic function is, it cannot wash away this black stain.

Zhang Yi told him that there were once biohackers who were addicted to the use of black blood. As a result, the biohacker's body was eaten away day by day. until they become paralyzed and die. Before he died, he had become almost an all-powerful god, he knew everything, but he could no longer communicate with any living organism or medium in the world, and not even computers could understand his thoughts.

Ding Yi flipped up his left hand. Zhang Yi also told him that from the wrist joint to the lower arm, the level of black blood will always be reflected. That's a black line that says "HP". If the black line reaches the joints of the forearm, that's the limit of biohacking. No one can afford to be injected with black blood. Ding Yi was shirtless, and he clearly saw that there was a black line on the back of his wrist that extended more than five centimeters. This is the scale of the black blood that has now settled in his body. It's almost exactly the same as those who are addicts to salt and drugs. The length of the lines on the arms and the degree of black precipitation reflect their physical condition and the amount of sucking.

Zhang Yi repeatedly warned him that when the black line reached the joint of the forearm, it almost meant the death of the biohacker. And when the line exceeds half the length from the wrist to the forearm, it can cause a variety of indescribable unknown pathologies. Almost all of them are terrible symptoms that are incurable.

Coins slip off the tips of your fingers. Ding Yi closed his eyes and raised his head. Now he could feel the sensation of black blood flowing through his body, in his spinal cord, a soreness that was intensely repulsive but irresistible and slowly merging. This is because black blood is more resistant than normal blood. He couldn't forget the scene: Zhang Yi trembled and picked up the syringe and inserted it into his spinal cord. Ding Yi's eyes are forever engraved with Zhang Yi's outline, and he looks sweaty under the shadowless lamp. The last biohacker who asked Zhang Yi to inject himself with black blood died three days after the injection. Out of professional ethics and cold-blooded curiosity, Mr. Function Zhang Yi will not refuse any form of biohacking surgery. But for his friend Ding Yi to do such an operation, he also has the same apprehension.

Ding Yi closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously, hoping to reject those images and no longer let the memories of yesterday flood. He closed his eyes and tilted his head, took a deep breath, and a stream of silk-like things, spiraling up from the bottom up his spinal cord. That's what he gets back when he's paid enough. He closed his eyes, but saw more clearly than ever. Ding Yi saw the windowsill in front of him, the cat footprints on the roof of the car downstairs, the zebra crossing, the street, the rooftop, the city, the coastal zone, the skyline, the sky, all in his eyes........

Large passenger planes, with strong wind noise, landed on the runway of the airport by the lake. Flights were arranged so tightly that the planes waiting to land had to hover overhead, waiting for instructions from the ground. After each large Airbus lands, only a handful of people descend from the elevator. Limousines with outdated embassies were already waiting for the missions outside the airport.

In the square building with flags flying from all over the world, reporters from all over the world set up telephoto lenses at the crowded press conference site in the morning, waiting for the spokesperson to announce valuable headlines or take those blockbuster photos, and then send them to the newspaper and go down in history.

In the corridors, people in suits and leather shoes came and went, their faces full of anxiety. The building's security level has never been higher. In the plaza outside the building, thousands of angry people shouted in protest. People in gas masks hold signs full of slogans. Headlines drew up caricatures early. Two tall "authoritative" doctors, wearing masks and white coats, were holding syringes as weapons, and the needles of the syringes were dripping, and below sat a backward, precarious, begging for mercy. He wears the biohacker's signature mysterious black gas mask. The authorities are about to kill the free and weak biohackers. And now, since Greenpan's fall, the chances of a bill banning genopunks being passed by the General Assembly have been rising.

"Mr. Councillor, Councilor Octavian," a handsome white man walked briskly along the aisle carpet, stopped by a deep voice from behind. Octavian, the American, was the initiator of a ban on genopunk aimed at protecting humanity.

"Mr. Councillor." Octavian turned around and stopped him by the biological giant, Dahl, now executive vice president of Pfizer-SmithKline, and two of his investigators. Both Aaron and Keith wear black sunglasses. If the prohibition bill is passed. Then Pfizer, as the world's No. 1 biological products group, is bound to be the biggest victim of interests.

"Are you going to the press conference to announce the passage of the bill, Mr. Councillor?" Dahl changed out of his national costume and was in good spirits. Now he had to take over Greenpan's class, running around trying to get all sides to oppose the passage of the prohibition bill.

"Not really, Mr. Dahl." Octavian tilted his head and said, "I don't have the opportunity to hold this honor. There is still a long road ahead of us. ”

"And I think you've gone far enough on the wrong path." Dahl was honest about his opinion. "Your vote is trying to erase a path that could have allowed the world to another future. Every affirmative vote will be held accountable for the decline it brings. ”

"Maybe a feat to save the world, too." Octavian shook his head and said, "Mr. Dahl, I have a lot of respect for you. I am very sympathetic to Mr. Greenpan's case. I also hope that Pfizer-SmithKline will continue to maintain profits. But it may be true that the two of us can't communicate on our views on the future. ”

"I have witnessed a chaotic world, child, freedom has never destroyed the world, but has brought it to us today. On the contrary, it is the other opposite things that can constrain development and ruin the world, such as excessive authority, dictatorship, and dictatorship," Dahl's words put both of them at an impasse.

"I'm sorry Mr. Dahl," Octavian sighed, and another group of international dignitaries came down the aisle. "I'm going to meet the Chinese guests first. You know, their officials at the level of the Ministry of Health, their opposites and decisions will have very important consequences for this meeting. Excuse me. Octavian saw a few Asian faces coming at the end of the corridor and walked briskly, getting rid of the official figures of Pfizer-SmithKline.

"He's an exception." Aaron whistled softly and said with a flirtatious expression.

"What?" Keith asked, standing still.

"It's rare for a graduate of Imperial College to choose such a conservative position."

"You mean, the ring he's wearing?" Keith crossed his arms and folded them over his chest. Naturally, he also saw the detail that ordinary people didn't notice. It is a limited-edition, custom-made, personal graduation memento for the best graduates. The outer ring of the ring is inscribed with an obscure Latin motto.

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