In the source world, in the spacious and bright data center, Lao Zhao in blue overalls is concentrating on repairing a huge optical brain server.

In the face of complicated optical cable lines, Lao Zhao's eyes were calm and skillful, and every action seemed calm.

The shell of the optical brain server has been opened by Lao Zhao, revealing dense internal wiring and various complex components.

Zhao slowly took out a pair of reading glasses, and then carefully inspected each board and interface to make sure that no potential problems were missed.

After completing the repair, Lao Zhao took out the built-in interface optical brain, and his fingers quickly typed in a line of code instructions on the keyboard, so that the server entered different diagnostic modes.

With various data and codes displayed on the screen, Lao Zhao found out the root cause of the failure.

"Well, two components are broken and need to be replaced."

Lao Zhao said to himself, but the eyes of the auxiliary robot beside him flashed with a strange light.

After some careful inspection, Lao Zhao carefully removed it and replaced it with a new memory module.z.

Finally, Lao Zhao reconnected all the lines and interfaces, and closed the shell of the server.

Start the server and the server is in working order again.

After Lao Zhao completed the repair, he walked out of the data center.

Back at his residence, Lao Zhao closed the door of his room, and then carefully took out the two replaced electronic components.

After repairing the electronic components, Lao Zhao installed it on a semi-finished robot.

With the addition of these two electronic components, this semi-finished robot instantly began to work and operate normally as if it had been given a new life.

Seeing this scene, Lao Zhao showed a satisfied look on his face.

Under Xihe's control, although the source world is full of various machines, the only one that can escape retrieval and pursuit is the one in front of you.

Although this robot is in tatters, it is a piece of scrapped parts that Lao Zhao has spent years conspiring with, and it is a work that can definitely evade Xihe's surveillance.

With the robot he made, Lao Zhao came to the underground meeting place and gathered with Murphy and Cui Lin.

"You're going to use this thing as a container?"

Cui Lin had an incredible expression on her face.

"It's the best option!"

Lao Zhao explained.

"Isn't it okay to grab a random mechanical unit outside?"

Cui Lin asked.

Lao Zhao complained, "Please use your cute brain the next time you speak! Those mechanical units are all under Xihe's perception, and if you dare to tie them up, we will be exposed immediately!"

Hearing this, Cui Lin stuck out her tongue: "This ...... I almost forgot about it."

"Alright, let's go get Song Zhuang's brain!" Lao Zhao commanded.

"It's not easy to get the brain back......

Murphy said, "It's easy to spot by the patrolling electronic octopuses."

Lao Zhao smiled faintly when he heard this: "Those blind people are still difficult for me, open the way ahead, and I will operate it myself."

So the two men carried Lao Zhao's wheelchair and followed Murphy forward, through the abyss densely populated with octopus monsters, through the high-temperature incineration area, and finally into the place where a large number of brains were stored.

According to the positioning, everyone quickly found Song Zhuang's brain.

Next is Lao Zhao's performance.

Lao Zhao took out his work tools, and then carefully removed Song Zhuang's brain cable, and replaced a replacement generator in a few seconds, pretending to be a continuing brain.

In this way of hiding from the world, Lao Zhao successfully took out the incubator containing the brain.

"Let's go, go back to Michon!" Lao Zhao carried the incubator, quickly returned to the base, and contacted Mi Qiong.

"When the brain leaves the incubator, it needs to be operated on immediately.

If it fails, it can lead to brain death in a few minutes, so the surgery must be fast!"

Lao Zhao looked at Mi Qiong, who was already ready, and said, "I'll leave it to you next!"

Wearing surgical gloves, Mi Qiong slowly spoke, "I'm a medical doctor, but I'm also a researcher in bioelectronics, but this kind of surgery to connect the human brain and the machine is still too cutting-edge, and I haven't tried it......

"You can try it now!" Lao Zhao said.

"What if I fail?"

Michon asked.

"If you fail, you can only let that unlucky person be reincarnated." Lao Zhao smiled faintly.

"Looks like you're not the right thing."

Mi Qiong chatted with Lao Zhao while starting the operation.

While opening the incubator, the brain is removed from the culture medium and placed into a specially made robotic skull chamber.

There is also a transfer of culture in this chamber, which can keep the gray matter of the brain from dying within a short time.

By that, it is the docking of bioelectronic systems.

In this regard, technology used to be a difficult problem that human beings could not overcome.

However, with the gradual growth of artificial intelligence, the technology of various alternative organs of bioelectronics has been developed by artificial intelligence, and it has become possible to complete the docking of the brain and the machine...... Michon completed the docking of the brain and the mechanical body.

"Alright, it's up to you next! I'm looking forward to how to transfer the consciousness of the virtual world to reality."

In the metaverse.

Song Zhuang, who was sleeping in a daze, suddenly appeared in his sleep.

The door glowed with a clear light, as if it were calling itself.

It's a strange feeling, no less than the transcendent experience of ascending to heaven.

As he walked towards the door, Song Zhuang had an illusion...... His soul is about to leave his body and cross the endless void to the unknown.

An unprecedented lightness and freedom is calling the Ones themselves.

With great curiosity, Song Zhuang pushed the door open.

Forthwith!

A powerful force draws him upwards until he reaches the mysterious place.

When he opened his eyes again, several unkempt faces stared at him, and Song Zhuang was a little panicked.

This is not a paradise, but an underground world of horror and stealth.

Everyone looked as deformed and ugly as a mole.

"You're awake, welcome to the real world."

Not far from him, an old man with a pipe in his body spoke.

"Are you?"

Song Zhuang was still a little confused, and looked at the face that was so distorted that people couldn't look at it directly.

"I'm the old K!"

The old man opened his mouth to speak, and the skin wrinkles on his cheeks trembled wildly, which was a little disgusting.

"I'm Murphy."

"I'm Cui Lin."

Everyone greeted Song Zhuang one after another.

Murphy was just that, Song Zhuang looked at Cui Lin, and couldn't help but sigh, "Compared to you in that world, you are too inferior."

Cui Lin said: "Don't believe in high-tech, those things are unreal, we need to face the cruelty of reality...... Welcome to the real world."