"What are you afraid of? You are a programmer yourself, don't you understand? Their silicon-based chips can't deal with our biochips at all... Well, to be honest, if I can go back alive, the verdict doesn't matter. I want to find a few

A woman... Well, even if the dragon women don't like me, I still need to find a few indigenous women to vent my feelings. Anyway, I probably won't have the chance to go to space in the future, hehehe!"

"Have you really given up on your pursuit?"

"Pursue! What else can I pursue? My future has been ruined by this guy! Otherwise, he will kill me, or, when I go back, I will become a fallen dragon with no pursuit!"

"Well, think about your parents and elders. They don't want their family to sink like this, right?"

"They will accept their fate."

"Forget it, it's the same for me, so I won't advise you."

"If you look at it more broadly, it's just an unpredictable and small-probability accident, just like the natural disaster in ancient times when the giant dragons were wiped out. The dragons who were killed by meteorites didn't even leave any descendants. We ourselves have no chance, and our descendants are probably still

There is a chance.”

"That's right. You can really go back, find an ordinary woman, raise a child, and cultivate it slowly."

There was quite a lot of dialogue, but there wasn’t much about me later on. The guy who said he wanted to anger me seemed to have restrained himself after that, and he obviously didn’t really want to be “glory” that much.

It can be seen that the "cold-blooded rationality" of the dragon tribe, that is, the main plane people are slightly stronger, but have long been "moderate", but their obedience to authority, social hierarchy, including the classification of hierarchies within and outside the clan, are all

It's engraved in my bones.

What interests me is not their emotional whims, but the "biochip immunity" they mentioned.

So, I specifically contacted the Slender Dragon programmer.

"Don't disturb me!" His attitude was very bad.

"I want to know something about biochip immunity." I said.

"I will never work with you again," he said.

"Otherwise," I said, "if you satisfy me, I will make you a glorious hero."

He was stunned at first, then his eyes widened, and finally he shook his head: "You lied to me! Anyway, if I don't answer, it will be beneficial to me whether you kill him or not."

I was a little helpless and could only change my approach: "How about I beat you seriously first? This way, you won't be severely sentenced when you go back."

"Come here!" He stared.

To be honest, as long as it is not a brain injury, it can actually be cured, but it will take some energy.

So, I went to his room and broke his legs easily.

He was shaking in pain, but with a proud sneer on his face, he said, "I didn't expect you to really keep your word."

I said: "Whether we people in the main plane keep our word or not depends mainly on the situation. This is called flexibility."

"Huh, it doesn't matter." He said.

I said: "Can you say it?"

He frowned: "I didn't promise you!"

I pretended to be angry: "You obviously agreed!"

"I asked you to hit me, but I didn't say I would answer your questions!" He continued to sneer.

I pretended to be angry and reached out to hold his forehead.

He closed his eyes, obviously preparing to die...

I didn't think so, I just wanted to do something else.

I want to release my telekinesis and see if it can affect him.

But unfortunately, I can't do it.

I still can’t get out of my telekinesis...

It stands to reason that I can now influence the brain and the Internet from a distance, and I should also be able to release thoughts to hypnotize or create hallucinations.

It doesn't make sense...it's illogical...

Of course, I'm not him, and I won't bother with logic.

Obviously, the telekinesis of normal creatures is retained in the brain, which is not a strict protection, but I just can't get my telekinesis out and enter other people's brains...

The Intelligent Brain and the Internet are in an open state. Although the core part is inside the host and is protected by the strictest armed forces, it must eventually send out contact signals to the outside world, so I was able to sense and invade it——

For the time being, this is the only way to explain it.

If I can exert telekinesis on ordinary people, it will be much more convenient after returning to the main guard plane. But now, even if it cannot affect people, as long as it can interfere with the brain, it is enough.

So I let go of my hand.

Knowing that he was not dead, the thin dragon clan seemed a little disappointed.

I said: "Zhi Nao, give him some treatment."

"No!" He gritted his teeth, "I don't need your false pity!"

I nodded: "Okay, let's just leave it like that. It's estimated that when we reach the main plane, if we need treatment, we have to interrupt it again before we can get it back."

He leaned on the edge of his bed, took a few breaths and said, "Although I am a civilian, I am also from the military. This minor injury is nothing... You can make it a little heavier."

I also sneered: "Are you teaching me how to do things? Zhi Nao, cure him!"

Zhinao took action, and a mechanical hand stretched out from the ceiling to fix him. Then, a robot walked into the room and prepared to carry him to the medical room.

"Let me go!" He struggled hard, and then said in a low voice, "I, I said..."

I pretended to be puzzled: "If you told me, wouldn't you still be judged as surrendering to the enemy?"

The robot's movements stopped.

He used force to break away from the robot and said: "You can ask the brain to modify the records and completely delete the conversation between me and you. As long as the injuries on my body are retained, I will not be sentenced..."

I smiled proudly: "It turns out that you dragon clan can also cheat."

He said calmly: "Without evidence, who can prove that I lied? Your method should be able to make Zhi Nao completely delete this paragraph, right?"

I said: "Okay."

He hesitated for a moment, but still said: "Now, I can only believe you."

I asked the robot to put him on the bed and then exited the room, saying, "Just tell me."

He sat on the edge of the bed, gently touched his legs that had become strangely twisted, and suppressed the pained groan, and said with force: "It's not a secret, otherwise, I wouldn't be a spaceship computer programmer."

Might know."

"In other words, I suffered a loss?" I said.

"Whatever you think," he said, "I can't find a solution if I tell you."

I said, "Tell me about it first."

He adjusted his posture to make himself more comfortable: "Normal higher organisms have their own immune systems, and the same goes for biochips. In theory, the basic programming methods and basic biological protein coding methods are relatively fixed. It's just programming.

There are more basic equations, so our biochip has a way to deal with external virus invasion. Moreover, compared to the various painful immune responses of organisms, our network can directly cut off the infected part, and then connect it after the immunity is completed.

Access the entire network, making it more efficient and convenient.”

I nodded: "It makes sense, and then..."

"No more." He seemed a little proud.

"No more?" I frowned deliberately.

"I also know this." Zhinao added at the right time.

"Well, that's it. I don't know more about it. I'm just a computer programmer, not a hermit, and I'm not a chip designer." He had a smirk on his face that seemed to have succeeded.

I looked at him and said calmly: "Okay, I believe you and keep my promise. I will delete this record and only leave the scene of you being injured. However, you may not know that even if you go back there,

Even if the records of the brain cannot be found, it is also possible to use other methods to retrieve memories directly from your brain."

The smile on his face froze.

"Is there such a technology?" he murmured.

Zhinao said: "My database does not have such information."

I smiled and said: "Speaking of which, I may know the Dragon Clan better than you. There is a high probability that this kind of thing exists, but you are not qualified to know it yet."

He looked uneasy, and I had already walked out: "Recuperate well, I won't bother you again."

"You lied!" he shouted after I walked out of the door.

I turned around and gave him a cold smile: "My knowledge of the Dragon Clan lasts more than three thousand years..."

He was obviously a little confused.

The door is closed.

"Do you know more than three thousand years about the Dragon Clan?" Zhinao asked.

"What, you don't believe it?" I asked back.

"I'm just a little curious. You don't seem to be lying. Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't want to answer. I have no right to ask." Zhinao said.
To be continued...