Dr. Brandon Bartholomew was impeached by the Timing Committee after being discharged from the hospital, but his righteous words at the review meeting left the GTC bigwigs speechless, and Executive Chairman Kim Tae-yao had to announce that the meeting ended early, and Bartholomew was still the leader of the "World" project team. "When have we forgotten our dedication to science?" said the Dr. "When have we forgotten the horror of running into walls in the dark age, the deep despair that has enveloped the entire world of science? Look at everything in front of you, it's not Huxley's brave new world, it's not George Orwell's Oceania, it's Truman's world, the dome-covered seascape town, the studio surrounded by 10,000 cameras! You, you, you, you. ”

Bartholomew's fingertips swept over the GTC Committee of Twelve, "Each of you is a top scientist, unlike Truman, you touch the wall at the end of the ocean with your own hands, look up and see the sneering man behind the moon, do you have the choice of turning around and going back to that perfect life and pretending that nothing happened? Hell, you're just turning a blind eye to it, just give me back the power to learn, that's the only thing I want as GTC Chief Scientist, Project Team Leader 'World' and former GTC Executive Committee, the only request of an idiot who wants to die for the truth! Bang bang, bang bang, although it is faint, it is a new sound that has never appeared in the world!"

The GTC Central Room was silent. Bartholomew did not wait for the results of the review, and after finishing his speech, he turned to leave, and through the silence behind him, he knew that he had won the war. As soon as he returned to the office, he sat down on the ground in pain with his chest clutched, beads of sweat crackling and rolling down his forehead, the chip had begun to shift, from the corpus callosum to the heart, the foreign body sensation began to interfere with normal heart function, Bartholomew felt the whirlpool in his chest swallowing his soul little by little. But instead of moaning, he stroked his chest and abdomen like a pregnant woman, and whispered lovingly in a cold sweat: "Don't worry, we still have a lot of time to get to know each other slowly, just take your time, take your time......"

The chips in the bodies of the three surviving experimenters have been displaced, which means that the three irreversible stages of "displacement-proliferation-deformation" have begun, and the research progress has been forced to accelerate. Of course, with Gu Tie's IQ, he could see his father's abnormality, but the boy didn't ask much, which made the doctor secretly relieved.

The researchers gave a research report, the data proves that there is a threshold when the quantum network virtual world exchanges data with the human body through the biochip, this mysterious value is in an interval, and the exact number cannot be recursively obtained, once the data traffic breaks through the threshold, the cell structure of the biochip will collapse, and a series of meaningless garbled characters will be added to the DNA strand, causing these cells in a stable state to suddenly accelerate their proliferation like cancer cells, and eventually cause the death of the host. The idea of "whether it is possible to use silicon-based chips instead of biochips" was quickly dismissed, because studies showed that integrated circuits made of traditional silicon crystals could not accurately output nerve impulses, and the human body had a natural rejection of these inorganic substances, as if every muscle was sending a resistance signal that "this feeling is not real".

Brandon Bartholomew made the decision to set a threshold for the next batch of biochips, and the range close to the threshold is called the "ghost zone", where no one knows how big the danger is, but if the boundary is set too narrowly, it will interfere with the reality of the experience. The second batch of 20 volunteers were implanted with chips, two of whom unfortunately died, and the project team found that the threshold range was not fixed, and each person's ability to accept virtual signals was different, Bartholomew called it "synchronization rate", the ghost area of people with high synchronization rate will become narrow, quite close to the threshold, and the ghost area of people with low synchronization rate is very wide, and some people cannot even receive tactile signals, and can only experience limited sound and light stimulation.

The experimental results could not find any theoretical support, but at least the primary problem of life was solved, and the third batch of chips set up a wide ghost area, and the success rate reached 100% in 100 human trials. Brandon Bartholomew was so pleased with the results that he immediately announced that he would continue to move forward with the "World" project, and the chip in his body stopped shifting in the first stage, and although there was always a dull pain in his chest, it seemed that he would not be in danger for the time being, as was the case with the other two survivors. A female 3D modeler named Madele Timothy and a senior engineer named Dumbo Williams, both survivors of the disaster, took on the important work of the project team, after all, the first chips were completely different from the products that followed, and the three people who withstood the synchronization rate selection saw a completely different world from the later generations.

On that rainy night twenty years ago, when the infusion of 1 billion personalities had reached its final stage, Mature and Deng Bo were testing the operation of the "World" server in the laboratory, and Bartholomew was listening to the rain in his house outside Salzburg, Austria, thinking about his thoughts. Just as he was about to walk into the bedroom, there was a strong burning sensation in his chest, and the doctor immediately understood that it was a sign that the chip was starting to move, "I'm coming, someone outside. An unfamiliar voice rang in his ears, and Bartholomew's shock made him stiffen.

The voice in the darkness began to curse viciously, and Bartholomew fell into a complex state of thought, judging the possibility of various phenomena occurring. He found that the other party's language directly acts on the language center of the brain, making people generate the intention represented by the sentence, and if you think about it carefully, you will find that it is not a sentence composed of words at all, and it should be said...... It's just a segment of nerve signals. When he discovered this fact, the doctor finally concluded that the strange visitor in his body was talking to him through the biochip, and for some reason, the man scolded for forty minutes with a deep resentment before his anger gradually subsided, "So, who are you?" Bartholomew tried to speak, knowing that the chip would convert the nerve impulses transmitted by the brain to the articulatory organs into digital signals to the mysterious visitor, so he held his breath and waited for the beginning of this bizarre interdimensional conversation.

"Hey, you don't know who I am?" the other man looked a little surprised, "you built our world, in a sense, you should be an all-knowing and all-powerful god, right?I'm Gilberto Gilberneon, a man who wields the power of time and space, and it may hurt a little to say this, but the wall you built has been crushed by me like a cookie! I'm in the First World, and that's enough!"

"Listen to your name, you should be from the Western Continent, right?" The doctor keenly captured this message, and at the beginning of the "world", programmers gave the Latin American name Gilberto to the two countries of the Western continent, St. Bouren and Bazeral, in order to establish a sense of cultural belonging.

"That's right, you should know where I'm from. Gilbernayon said with satisfaction, "I don't have the strength anymore, the big man of the First World, the power borrowed from the seventh artifact has also been used to the end, and in another hour the space-time star array will collapse, it seems that the first meeting will be goodbye." It's hateful that it took so long to find a way to talk to you...... Does your chest hurt?"

Bartholomew's face was pale, and he barely managed to squeeze out a smile: "It's okay, my heart is not very good." Do you know what it means that you came into this world, Gilberto?"

"Don't call me so affectionately!" exclaimed the first astrology teacher, "we're not friends!—if you want to say anything, you're finished! As soon as cracks appear in the walls, more guys will soon find a way to the First World, and the expressions on your faces, tsk, I want to see it with my own eyes......"

Bartholomew clutched his chest, feeling his heart beating so fast from the excitement that he couldn't breathe. "No, Gilberto, that's a testament. The Doctor slowly leaned against the wall, feeling a flood of emotions rush through his mind, his ears buzzing, and his nose sore unbearably. He wiped his cheeks with the sleeve of his nightgown and forced a smile: "A proof, proof that our guess is correct, there really is a wall, and that wall is not indestructible, as long as you find a way, you can break out of the cocoon and reach a higher level of heaven and earth......"

"What are you talking about? "Time is running out, is it just a waste of unnutritious nonsense?...... Tell me about things I don't know, big shots, about the world. ”

"Of course, of course, we still have a lot of time. Brandon Bartholomew took out his mobile phone in his right hand, knocked out a smiley face symbol and sent it to Madele and Deng Bo in the project team. "Tick", a drop of warm liquid falls on the screen, distorting the handwriting into a strange symbol, "Where to start, Gilberto? Let's start with the child's life, there are so many differences." The doctor sat in the corner, his hands on his chest and smiling as he spoke, the chip in his body was swelling wildly, the signal threshold was near, and the second phase had arrived.