Overturned Tower

The first thing Milian did after returning home safely was to take off all her clothes, squat on a chair, and connect the two data cables of the auxiliary computing device at home to the prosthetic body.

Most people definitely don't have this kind of thing in their homes. In this world, things like "personal computers" are contraband... because the chip itself can be connected to the Sky Island server to perform most of the cloud computing.

In this way, the company has achieved a complete monopoly of computing power - any "dangerous behavior" that is not allowed by the company is impossible to exist.

No matter what dangerous questions you ask, what conversations you have with people, what files you send...as long as the tasks are performed through the chip, they are all under the supervision of the local head office. And the head office can also cut off the right to use the chip at any time, perform "artificial disconnection", or query any consumption, chatting, and browsing records left in the past.

Companies don't even need to actively monitor everyone.

Because these simple calculations including "chat" and "search" are themselves performed through the company's server. Surveillance to individuals is already a technology that has been eliminated.

In addition to being connected to the network, the chip behind the brain basically only has the basic functions of projecting the screen to the audio-visual nerve and assisting in controlling the prosthetic body... Even the functions of adding friends and sending messages are all executed in the cloud.

And as long as there is a computer independent of the chip, it can conduct network activities that are not monitored to a certain extent.

The disk board is essentially such an auxiliary computing device, which is why Milian specially controls the commercial computers of some companies and merchants...

Because in her capacity, it is absolutely impossible to obtain the right to use the "disk board" unless she is admitted to the top of the executive department.

Even if this kind of portable computing device is not used to hack cameras or other people's prosthetic bodies, it is very dangerous to simply use it to surf the Internet—because this is a network behavior that can not be monitored by the head office.

But without the disc, she couldn't even remotely hack into the camera. The computing power of the chip itself is very low, and if the network is invaded, it is basically courting death...

Fortunately, another old member of Babel, who is also her half-teacher, made special personal equipment for Milian.

Those are the chips that she inserted into her prosthetic hand, that flickered like a usb network card.

This thing is actually similar to the principle of the chip behind the head, and it is all cloud computing. The difference is that the user authority of ordinary chips behind the head is relatively low, and will be monitored... and when she accesses those bots controlled by her through these "portable network cards", that is, zombie computers, it will not leave traces of management member permissions.

These chickens are her remote decks!

But strictly speaking, these broilers are just consumables.

Although the merchant's computer is not directly monitored by the head office, if an IP address has too many abnormalities in a row, their network security engineer will come over from the virtual world to check the situation. It's like when someone's home electricity is abnormal, and the electrician runs over to check the meter.

At that time, Milian would have to get rid of the broiler.

So for some sensitive things, she can only use her father's personal computer to check—

Her father was, after all, a network security engineer at the head office. Use this occasionally when you need to rush to work from home.

After all, most of the time, network attack and defense is a race against time. When the opponent's attack is too fierce and sudden and he is still resting at home and not going to work, it is impossible to have the time to go to the company to work overtime. And this is the "computer for temporary overtime work" assigned to him by the company.

So it is very reasonable that when Milian's father is not at home, it must have been taken by his own children to play.

Miriam must have inherited her father's talents.

Although her father had set the code, he didn't realize just how smart Miriam was. When she was only eight or nine years old, she was able to crack the password set by her father to intercept Milian... and learned to erase the traces of use without a teacher.

A lot of taboo knowledge was also learned through this computer; when Milian had not joined the Tower of Babel and obtained her own "equipment" at the beginning, she also used her father's computer with excellent performance to carry out the intrusion .

— It can only be said that fortunately her cheating behavior did not cause trouble.

In fact, efficiently querying information on the Internet also requires professional knowledge.

She looked up the names "hairdresser" and "godfather" first.

Of course, did not get any useful information. A large number of useless news from hair salons and cyber churches flooded the entire field of vision.

Afterwards, she weakened the associations from merchants, user reviews, commercial advertisements, and Cyber ​​Church in turn, and tentatively added keywords such as "criminals", "uncoded", and "mercenaries".

As an excellent Internet detective, she quickly found the information she wanted to inquire about.

"Amazing…"

She couldn't help sighing, and couldn't help but widen her eyes.

That was a piece of news from the "Happy Island Evening News":

"Happy Island Evening News" is not a sub-newspaper of Tianen Daily, but another second-rate newspaper that is also controlled by Tianen Group. Or fake grapevine. This also means that its intelligence will be relatively more "subjective"... News related to certain companies is likely to be whitewashed news or black news purchased by the opposite company, but news that has nothing to do with each company may be Reliability will be higher.

And this report is about the appalling story told by a captured uncoded person:

—I don’t know when the lower city started, and a de facto ruler named “Godfather” appeared.

Even the veil of ignorance and the return of eternal calamity must have the greatest respect for the godfather; even if they are only verbally disrespectful to the godfather, they will be severely punished by the leaders of their respective organizations; and once any organization receives instructions from the godfather, they must To do it, the intelligence of the Godfather itself is a secret. The godfather linked the originally hostile organizations together with just his own words.

This arrested uncoded person has never seen the "Godfather" with his own eyes, and even the senior leaders of organizations in the lower city have seen the Godfather only a small part. Most people don't know what the godfather looks like, is a man or a woman, how old he is...or even sure if the godfather really exists.

But he proudly declared that there is also a savior who belongs to the uncoded - that is the "Godfather".

From this point of view, the lower city already has their own hope.

— At least they have "The Godfather," and what's uptown?

"Uptown…"

Seeing this line, Milian muttered dissatisfiedly: "There is our pure hero Qunqing in the upper city, kiss me!"

Although there was no evidence, Milian's intuition told her that the godfather in the news should be the one she had just met.

Milian has a considerable degree of convincing power towards the Tower of Babel—those who can be drawn into the Tower of Babel must be very outstanding big shots. She is just the best batch among them, so she is the peripheral staff.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help recalling the tactile sensation of the godfather's fingers passing over her neck, slightly pulling up her slender legs, and curling up in a ball on the chair.

"...But the godfather is also quite handsome. He is handsome and temperamental, a mysterious and majestic handsome guy..."

Ah, Ultramarine and Godfather, which one should I choose?

It's hard to choose.

Twenty-two years old this year, Miriam, a house girl who has been looking forward to a romantic relationship full of fantasy, touched her neck that seemed to still have some warmth, her ears trembling and she let out a silly smile.

the other side.

Bad Day patted Russell on the shoulder: "Where are you going after that? Don't really protect Xia at night."

"Can't you tell me about the plan now?" Russell asked rhetorically.

"Get the night."

Bad Day immediately replied: "I can tell you after eight o'clock..."

"Can't you tell me?"

"It's useless to tell you~www.wuxiahere.com~ That's okay too."

"So what are you going to do, catch up on sleep? We'll at least get after midnight at night."

"No, I'm going to the Hive Nightclub." Russell replied.

"…Um?"

Hearing this, Bad Ri was stunned for a moment: "I remember the Hive Nightclub is..."

"I'm going to meet Boss Heiku," Russell said angrily, "I have something to ask him...what else?"

"I thought you were going to start a side business in the sea..."

Bad Ri said with a smile: "I was thinking about finding some girls to support your work."

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