Cultivate a black technology god

Chapter 189 The Branches of the Black Technology Tree

"closure!"

Harper dictated instructions aloud.

Immediately the image disappeared, and the large screen receded to the ceiling.

The fat old man turned his head and faced Robert and Lisa.

He clasped his hands together, as if praying.

Ariel stood behind him, her big eyes were as black and shiny as coal, and against her pale face, they looked like bottomless black holes.

Her slender fingers rested on her father's shoulders, staring at Lisa intently.

"You two are in a very difficult place right now," Harper said.

Robert thumped his fist on the table vigorously, and protested:

"Secret Walks is no problem! It's a program I wrote, checked and checked, and tested and tested before it was made into an original test sample for the virtual reality world.

Later, Lisa and I played with our own hands for several months. The program went through continuous research, restructuring, and revision before finally deciding to release it to the public. "

"Besides, the game review committee also approved it." Lisa added,

"They also issued a certificate of conformity for it."

"However, some people do suffer from sleeping sickness in the virtual world."

Alan Harper straight up and, frankly,
"And, the only connection in it is your game.

"He stretched out his thumb and pressed hard on the wall, where the screen was installed,"

One of the patients, a virtual reality game prosecutor, actually lost consciousness while playing the game, according to earlier news reports. "

"I believe the game is safe," Robert repeated, doggedly defending himself.

"Therefore, someone must have tampered with the structure of the game." Lisa said cautiously,
"But, how is it changed? You know, modifying the internal structure of the game requires superb technology. Almost no one has access to the required computer hardware. Why is this?" She was puzzled.

The vault owner spread his hands and said:

"Of course I want to destroy you."

He looked at the blank eyes of Robert and the two, and continued,
"You are rich, very, very rich. Great wealth is envied, and envy is a very dangerous emotion. Who would hate you enough to destroy you?"

Robert Lisa, you look at me, I look at you, and they all shook their heads in unison.

"I estimate that Sergeant Lyons of the Thirteenth Division is most likely to oppose us."

Lisa finally remembered him,

"However, he is not very capable and is very annoying."

"Do your parents have any enemies?" Harper asked immediately.

"Our parents are gone, it was eight years ago."

Robert went on to answer,

"When they died, we inherited Incite. If they had any enemies, we never met."

A tremor flashed across Harper's face, and Lisa leaned sideways on the table,
"You know something about the situation, though, don't you?"

Harper laughed, "Your minds are quick and very clever."

He nodded slightly,

"I know your parents and even worked together for a few years."

Leaning back in his creaky chair, the game park owner looked up at the rusted metal ceiling, a wry smile on his thin lips.

"I used to be a computer game producer, game inventor, like you guys.

Although it is not beautiful now, but in that era, I was outstanding.

When your parents were still studying the memory of experimental organs, they were trying to store information in simple animal and plant tissues. It was I who first created the computer-human system, connecting computers and humans together.

All of today's virtual reality software was made thanks to my research breakthroughs.

I used to have a nickname..."

"Harper, that's 'Harper Master.'"

Robert blurted out,

"You were a famous game inventor in the past few years, but, later, your reputation was ruined because someone accused you of making illegal games that had a bad influence on society.

It was only later that people discovered the truth between the event and the game.

It is precisely because of that direct reason that the Thirteenth Office was established, and the police responsible for scouting virtual reality games appeared. "

Although it was not stated clearly, everyone present knew that the direct reason was Zhixia Technology's artificial intelligence technology.

The outflow of Zhixia Technology's technology has led to the emergence of many program algorithms based on their technology around the world.

Harper's previous game program, as well as Robert, who has been running away, were once geniuses in this field.

Harry clapped his hands on the metal table, and the sound was like gunshots in the metal house.

"I was wronged and ruined by those who were jealous of my achievements and career."

He took a deep breath to calm himself,

"Now, I cannot stand by and watch the sin of jealousy repeat itself to you.

Your parents were my good friends during their lifetime. When everyone doubted me and I was wrongfully accused and isolated, they stood by my side and supported me.

The second I saw you playing games in the arcade, I realized that you are not just your average VR gamer.

Take a good look at you,"

He turned to Lisa and said,
"I remembered what your mother looked like back then.

When she was alive, she was very beautiful. "

Harper gushed on,

"When I heard that news report, I knew what was going to happen.

I thought, I should help you guys.

Your parents are my best friends.

So I was paying off old debts, so to speak..."

"But, I always thought that Harper was dead." Robert said in a very small voice.

The fat old man opened his arms as if to enclose the whole room and the dark world outside.

He asked straightforwardly:
"Don't you think these are real?"

Alan Harper's room is long and narrow, and three of the four walls are lined with rows of computers, which makes the room even more crowded.

It was full of cables and wires, some hanging from the ceiling, some winding through the floor, and some winding around the walls, densely packed in loops.

Four flat-screen video screens filled the remaining wall, three of which had no images, and one was flickering. The color image on it, trembling due to interference, made a buzzing pulse sound from time to time, and the whole room could be affected. shock.

Alan Harper strode into the center of the room.

"Welcome to my independent kingdom," he said loudly and humorously.

Robert and Robert stood at the door, looking at the tangled maze of equipment.

It's a mish-mash of old and new.

Some of the equipment is long out of date, some are almost antiques, but they are still placed alongside the latest gadgets that are in use.

"Where do you use electricity?"

Lisa was puzzled to see the cables and wires at the mouth of the rat's nest.

She understands that high power is required to use a computer.

"The central grid certainly cannot supply you with electricity."

Harper grinned and laughed,
"God knows! But, don't forget, I'm the best, top programmer in the world. How would you do it if you were me?"

"Connected to the central power grid." Lisa replied without hesitation.

Robert smiled slyly: "You don't need to pay for electricity!"

The old man nodded,
"We do. I've got a few percent out of the hundreds of industrial groups across the country. They don't even expect it."

"What can you use these messy things for?"

Robert asked as he walked into the room.

They looked around the room at the contraptions old and new, the old flat keyboards, the spindly microprocessors, the glass cases holding mock-memory specimens of organs—things their parents and Harper had worked on.

He casually picked up an old-fashioned computer disk, turned it over and over in his hand and looked at it, "I really didn't expect that someone is still working on these things."

"No more." Harper took the disk from him. "This disk was made eight years ago."

"Why is it still needed?" Robert asked,
"What do you do with it?"

Lisa stood back, watching Harper and Robert.

She knew very well what Robert was asking for.

Robert was distracting Harper, giving her time to look around and evaluate the equipment.

Most of the things in this room are things used to make game programs - such as virtual reality image processors and editing programs.design aids and more.

It seems that Hayong is still developing the game.

But aren't they just developing new games for their vaulted arcades?

Or is it also on the market at the same time?
He lives in Ques, so he can only enter the market for illegal transactions.

Lisa wondered what kind of game this old game inventor was making.

She caught a glimpse of the image on the terminal in front of her, and when she turned her head, she found that Ariel was blinking at her.

Lisa deliberately avoided her gaze, only to find that the little girl's stern gaze just now lost her courage.

"You haven't told us what the hell you're doing," she said to Harper.

The chubby old man with the round face blinked in surprise,
"Is that so? What's the matter? I think it's self-explanatory. I'm working on computer software."

"Are you making a game?" Robert pressed on and exchanged glances with Lisa.

Harper nodded calmly,
"Yes, make some games. I developed many of the games in the vault game garden, but those who play the games don't know it. That's why I was so surprised after you won Ariel. The two of us worked on that game together, and no one knows more about it than she does.”

“So, where do you go to sell your products?”

Lisa asked slowly.

She combed her short-cut hair with her hands, and felt static electricity in the air, and there was a "crackling" sound under her fingers.

"It doesn't matter where it is, as long as it can be sold." Ha Yong replied easily.

His thin lips curled upward in a smug smile.

"I can go to the Far East to sell. However, the US is still a big market."

Having said that, he restrained his smile,
"Of course, I was not officially allowed to develop any products. I was sentenced to five years in prison in a virtual reality prison."

At this point, he trembled with anger, "You can never imagine what it feels like. I know in my mind that I am sleeping in a hospital bed, but my body feels like I am staying in an island prison in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean." Here. The scary thing about virtual reality prisons is your ego fear. When I got out of prison, I was banned from developing software for a living."

he shrugged,

"But what else can I do? I don't know anything but computers. I can't do anything else. I can't help it, so I went underground--to be exact, in the Ques area , Since then, I have been isolated from the world and disappeared. Here, I have to continue to work, which is of course not easy. It always takes a lot of trouble to get the latest equipment in the world. Then it is to solve the problem of electricity consumption, solve Software issues. Software is often hard to come by, especially the latest gaming software. However, "

He smiled slyly again,
"I succeeded. You lead them to see it, Ariel."

When Robert and the two turned their heads to look for Ariel, she had already turned around and left quietly, disappearing between the two tall processing devices.

"Follow her," said Harper.

Lisa took a sidewalk, quietly entered a passage, and entered another room.Not only was the room long and narrow, but it was also very high.The metal walls of the room were covered with one sheet metal shelf after another, all filled with brightly colored plastic boxes.

"This is my father's software library."

Ariel whispered in her hoarse and raspy voice,

"Here you'll find all the important software that's been on the market for the past decade,
Her face twitched, and a smile flashed across her face, "Including all kinds of games released by your Incite company." "

"Why is he collecting these games?" Lisa asked.

"Don't you collect your competitors' software?"

Ariel asked sharply,
"Aren't you paying close attention to what they're developing?" she asked aggressively.

Lisa nodded.

Robert followed unhurriedly, walking along the bookshelves, rummaging through them with his fingers.

"I've seen many of these disks."

He spoke slowly, his voice echoing between the metal floor and ceiling,
"I've never seen anything over there." He took out a box and handed it to Lisa.

Lisa turned it over and saw that the front of the box was badly printed, with a picture of a soldier shooting a pistol.

It read: "The Destroyer".

There are more than ten weapons in this game, you can use any of them to kill your opponents.

She read on,
"Input the opponent's [-]D photo or [-]D holographic image, program him into the game, and watch how they die..."

Lisa turned to the back of the box again, trying to check the censorship label of Police Department Thirteen, to find out the age limit for gamers, but she couldn't find it.

"This game didn't pass inspection and approval," she lamented.

"It's a forbidden game."

"It's only banned in our country. However, anyone in the know can buy it. In the Far East, it has sold as many as 200 million boxes." Ariel bragged proudly.

(End of this chapter)