While the cheers for the success of the new space jumping technique seemed to be echoing in his ears, the fat man had already rushed into the Gariparan laboratory.

"What's the progress?"

Walking into the laboratory, what the fat man saw at a glance was the adjudicator lying on the test bench with his eyes quietly closed. He strode over to the test bench and looked around at Berch and a group of top Mars scientists gathered around.

With the arrival of the fat man, the atmosphere in the laboratory seems a little strange. The scientists were silent, exchanging glances with each other, their expressions unusually solemn.

"General, we just arrived in Uhtred. In Ammon's brain, a new control zone was discovered. After nodding at Boswell, Milan and the little kid behind the fat man, the chief scientist Belch said emotionally: "This new control area can control people's will with commands!"

"What?!" The fat man and Milan stammered, and Boswell stepped forward suddenly, grabbed Belch, and said in shock, "What you said is true?" ”

This news is really shocking. Especially for the fat man, it is like a lightning bolt, illuminating the depths of his mind, breaking through the darkness and fog, and making the idea of wandering away as if exposed to the spotlight.

As if he had fully anticipated the reaction of the fat man and the others, Belch nodded quickly and said affirmatively: "Undoubtedly!"

"Control, not influence?" Boswell was still in disbelief.

"It's control, not influence!" Belch looked Boswell straight in the eye and paused word by word.

In the laboratory, there was a dead silence all of a sudden.

Boswell let go of Belch in distraction and set his sights on the fat man and Milan, who were also distracted.

Controlling people's will by command has always been the biggest taboo in the scientific community. Historically, there have been countless madmen who have tried to make a breakthrough in this area, turning individual human beings with independent personalities into puppets who are completely obedient to their commands. Or even rule the world with it.

It's not science fiction, it's reality.

However, this science has always been limited to hypnotism, mental suggestion and subconscious reconstruction, and is a by-product of human healing of psychological and mental pain. To date, no one has been able to exercise complete control over the others. Whether it's hypnosis or suggestion, all people can do to others is influence.

Control and influence are two different concepts.

For example, when the fat man was in Gacharin's prison, he used hypnosis to psychologically suggest to the prison bully Rex, so that he subconsciously had a fear of the fat man and an inexplicable closeness, so that he could make decisions in favor of the fat man in some things about the fat man.

This is not unusual. Historically, many psychotherapists with low character have used a lot of psychological suggestion and hypnosis to influence the recipient, make the beautiful opposite sex empathize with them, and even make the recipient develop extreme hatred for a third person, and then murder him.

That's all the impact, though!

Because it takes a lot of time for the practitioner to prepare, the Rai induces the recipient "but cannot make the recipient unconditionally obey his will between thoughts."

Control, on the other hand, is the absolute control of an individual with an independent personality and independent thoughts. There is no need to spend time, a lot of induction, and there is no need to worry about the psychological resistance of the recipient and the failure. Between thoughts, you can do whatever you want the recipient to do, this is control!

For this forbidden science, if influence and inducement are regarded as a thief, then control is the most cruel and ferocious murderer!

Thieves steal yes, just part of the people. But what the murderer deprives is the life of man

Life!

When a person is completely controlled, what is the difference between a robot without a mind and a puppet? That's worse than death.

You will always live under the instructions of other people's thoughts, even if you are asked to kill your own relatives, even if you are stripped naked and run to class on the highway, even if you are asked to jump from the ∫ of the space domain, you will not be able to refuse. Because your mind and your body no longer belong to you.

As long as the controller doesn't want you to die, you don't even have a chance to kill yourself.

The fat man, Milan and Boswell, all stared blankly at the verdict lying on the test bench

He who.

They knew that if the Temple of Bell could be so sure, then there would be no doubt about this discovery. No one has gone further in this forbidden discipline than these Frankensteins who have been exiled to the free world for their various taboo subject hobbies.

Especially standing behind Belch, the skinny scientist who changed his name to Freud is a grandmaster in this regard. He fled to the free world because he violated the law by conducting human experiments in order to wake up his vegetative wife!

"How did he do that?" For a long time, Boswell muttered.

"This zone of control is very well hidden," Belch explains, "and we deduce that the zone of control existed at the same time as the renovation was completed. However, in the early stage of the renovation was completed, this control area was not revived. ”

Belch turned around, pointed to the silver-white streamlined metal head of the adjudicator on the test bench and said: "In order to control the mind and sense of the mecha, it is necessary to solve the problem of the fusion of brain thoughts and electronic instructions, if we deduce in the opposite direction, we can come to a conclusion, that is, the brain of the transformed person has opened a door to the controller." ”

"This gate allows thinking and electronic instructions to be firmly combined. In the early stages, the reformers will not have any deviations, and their personality and independence of mind will be well maintained. No psychologist or scientist can perceive the hidden dangers. ”

However, as their mental activity progresses, their mental activity, habits, way of thinking, and even physical functions are monitored by their electronic brains. After the Control Zone completed its analysis of their brains, the hidden Control Zone was brought to life. ”

"By this time, the modified person, who had become accustomed to the electronic brain, did not feel abnormal at all. What the controller uses is a complex control method with deep influence, both influence and coercion. He controls not only the minds of the controlled, but also their bodies. ”

"As we all know, the human mind is greatly affected by the body, just like when you are hungry, you will find food tempting and want to eat it. Even if you don't see food, you still have a fantasy about what you've eaten before, and you feel a sense of impatience. And after a full meal, you will feel instinctive resistance when you see the food. ”

"We always think that our minds are independent, we always think that we are unique. However, nature influences our decisions in different ways all the time. Our bodily functions are causing us to have **, appetite, etc.**, and this ** is affecting our thoughts. ”

"Why people tend to be rebellious when they are teenagers and become heavy in middle and old age?

Steady. Why did I like to eat things before but I didn't like them anymore, when I was younger

The places I like to go, the games I like to play, and the music I like to listen to have changed as I got older.

・All of this tells us that when we think we are unique, in fact, our every move and even our thoughts are affected. And this effect, which many call fate!"

Belch's voice, echoing through the laboratory, made people feel a chill

Meaning.

He placed his hand on the silvery-white metal head of Ammon, the adjudicator, and said slowly, "And now, the thoughts, habits, and personalities in his brain, what he likes and dislikes. There are also various hormones secreted by his body, which are controlled. Like a cocktail program that can be infinitely varied-... "Someone controls his fate." ”

Belch's lecture stopped. Throughout the lab, the atmosphere was as oppressive as a grave.

Looking at Ammon's metal head, the fat man suddenly shuddered. He couldn't imagine which genius or madman had come up with the idea.

In the silence, Milan shook his head and said in disbelief: "However, according to this, everyone's personality, thinking habits and physiology are different, so who can complete such complex programming and combination control, one person may be able to control hundreds or thousands of people,..."

"In this world, there are two people who can." The fat man sighed and interrupted Milan.

Milan looked at the fat man with big eyes.

"These two men, one is called;' The fat man didn't say any more. He, along with everyone present, set his eyes on the serious-faced little blonde boy beside him.

"Fatty, what do you think?" The little kid turned his head to look at the fat man.

Two fat people, one big and one small, stared at each other.

"Instead of letting you rule the world...", the fat man drooped his eyelids: "It's better to give you two more good films."

"I also like to eat An's mother's steamed buns." The little kid shows his white teeth, and his cute face is full of sunny smiles. He looked at Ammon, the adjudicator on the test bed, "He's not dead yet?"

"Because she hasn't come yet." The fat man replied.

"Then ......&quo The fart and the fat man glanced at each other, and their faces were at the same time a kind of letting go of them

The lewd smile of the cold body of the human eye,

The sleek hull of the black binalte space carrier Moses glides slowly across the starry sky.

Although the battleship had already entered the transition channel, it still seemed to be standing still in the vast darkness of the universe. Only the occasional star that appeared in the distance and passed by at a rapid speed, and the flash of light that swept across the hull of the ship, made one sure that the battleship was indeed moving forward.

The heavily guarded sixth floor of the bridge was the innermost part of Joe, and Sauber's office was brightly lit.

The office is large and simply furnished, except for a metallic desk and a simple chair, except for a set of sofas with equally clean lines near the porthole. In the soft glow of the electronic lights on the surrounding walls, there seems to be a mesmerizing sense of technology.

"Craig. Moore?" Sober put down the *ko in his hand and looked up with interest

Lieutenant Commander Binart's Space Navy stood silently in front of him.

Moore was young, and it would be another four months before he turned twenty-seven. However, his resume is not as simple as that of ordinary soldiers of his age.

The young soldier, who was recommended to study at the military academy for three months only after a year of enlistment, stayed in many places. He worked in logistics, as an assault officer in a torpedo boat, as a gunner, and in the power compartment. He has done all kinds of almost completely unrelated things.

It can be said that an ordinary person who does not understand military affairs at all, from his resume alone, can see the entire working system of the Binarte Space Navy.

And becoming an operational staff officer was an opportunity that the young major had just won. To do this, he took sixteen extremely rigorous exams and even gave up the most important promotion opportunity in three years.

And in return was the appreciation of this gifted young man by an examiner and the contempt of hundreds of other examiners for this fool who had never attended a regular military school.

Hearing Sober's question, Murliqua saluted: "Yes, General!"

Sober watched Moore carefully. It was an unremarkable young man, with a round face and a large nose, and two eyes that were small and thin, like two thin slits. Because the corners of his eyes are slightly slanted, coupled with the curvature of his mouth, it makes him look as if he is always smiling.

"Come to think of it, no one will laugh at you anymore, Major." Sober smiled. In the eyes of ordinary people, he has always been like a stone, but once he laughs, he has a kind of power that makes people feel like a spring breeze.

Moore laughed too. The more slanted eyes became smaller, and the corners of his mouth were split and upturned, making him look like a happy clown: "Yes General." From the time your assignment arrived until I left, those people's mouths never closed, and I don't know if their jaws will be dislocated. ”

Sober laughed out loud. He's starting to like this clever and reserved guy.

"Very good," Sauber smiled for a while, picked up an electronic file on his desk, opened it, raised it slightly, and said with a straight face, "This is the strategic analysis report you submitted?"

Moore stepped forward, looked at the contents of the document screen and the signature below, then retreated to his place and said, "Yes, General!"

"You said that the bandit army would expand the scope of defense into the territory of the Desik Empire, and rush to General Banning

Before the first strike, at least six fleets of the coalition advance fleet will be annihilated by the bandits? ”

Sober frowned slightly, the sun was cold.

Although there was a hint of hesitation in Moore's eyes under Sober's gaze, he quickly puffed up his chest and said loudly, "Yes, General!"

Sober looked at Moore silently, for a long time, nodded, and said noncommittally: "Well, you can leave, Major." Major General Alessandro has given you a work plan that I want you to do in three days. ”

Moore said awe-inspiringly: "Yes, General!" With Sober's smile, Moore saluted and turned and walked towards the office door.

As he walked through the empty room, his daylight finally couldn't help but look at the sofa that had been silent since he entered.

Just as the battleship passed by a star, and in the light of the porthole, a beautiful little girl sat quietly on the sofa. The silhouette of an angel is so beautiful and quiet in the golden light.