is a layer of ice, rubbing my face, it feels rough, but it doesn’t feel cold. There is nothing to support, and the gloves keep slipping on the ice. I saw people running around above my head, but they were helpless. I tried my best to hit the ice with my fist, but my arm moved slowly, my lungs must have burst, and my brain was in chaos. I felt like I was dissolving-with
a scream, I woke up, my heart beating like a diamond. Christ! I took off the blanket and sat on the edge of the bed.
Before, I couldn't remember the scene at that time, I only remembered falling into the ice cave; the doctor said that my thinking suppressed the memory. Now I think about it, this is the worst nightmare of my life.
I gripped the duvet tightly with both hands, trembling all over. I tried to calm down, breathing slowly, but couldn't stop whimpering. The feeling in the dream is too real: it is the taste of death.
I was stuck in the water for nearly an hour, and when people rescued me, I became a vegetative person. Am I recovering now? This is the first time that a hospital has used a new drug for people with severe brain injuries. Does the new medicine work?
I have nightmares repeatedly. After the third nightmare, I knew I couldn't sleep anymore. So, I tossed and turned, worried, and tossed until dawn. This is the effect of the new drug? Am I going crazy?
Tomorrow, I will go to the hospital for a weekly physical examination, which will be checked by the inpatient doctor of the hospital. Hope he can answer my question.
I drove to downtown Boston and saw Dr. Hooper in half an hour. I was sitting on the gurney behind the yellow screen in the diagnosis room. A horizontal fluorescent screen protrudes from the waist-height side of the wall. The angle is adjusted, and the field of view is very narrow. From my point of view, it is blank. The doctor tapped the keyboard, probably calling up my file, and then began to check on me. When he checked my eyeballs with a pen-shaped flashlight, I told him of my nightmare.
"Have you had a nightmare before that accident, Leon?" The doctor asked, taking out a small hammer and tapping my elbows, knees and ankles.
"Never. Is this a side effect of the medicine?"
"There are no side effects. Hormone K therapy can regenerate a large number of damaged nerve cells. For your brain, this is a big change, and the brain has to make a lot of adjustments to adapt to this change. You may have nightmares. It's a sign of adjustment."
"Is this phenomenon permanent?"
"No." He said, "The brain is accustomed to all these passages and it will be fine. Now, touch the tip of the nose with your index finger, and then again. Touch my finger."
I did as he ordered. Then he asked me to quickly touch the thumb with each finger. Then I was asked to walk in a straight line, a bit like a test for drunk driving. Then he started to ask me questions.
"What are the parts of a normal shoe?"
"Sole, heel, laces. Oh, the holes that the laces pass through, the eyelets, and the tongues, which are the ones under the laces..."
"Yes. Repeat this number : 39174..."
"...62."
This was beyond Dr. Hooper's expectation. "What?"
"3917462. You used this number when you checked me for the first time. I was still hospitalized. I want you to use this number to test patients often."
"You are not required to memorize it; this number. It is used to test intuitive memory."
"But I didn't memorize it hard. I remembered it by accident."
"So, do you remember the number I said when I checked you for the second time?"
I paused for a moment. . "4081592."
He was taken aback. "Most people would not be able to remember so many numbers if they only listened to it once. Did you use mnemonics?"
I shook my head. "No, I don't even bother to remember the phone number, I have always used automatic dialing."
He got up and walked to a terminal, and tapped the number key. "Try this number again." He read a twelve digit number, and I repeated it to him. "Can you recite your back?" I recite it again. I saw that he frowned and started typing something into my file.
I was sitting in front of a computer terminal in the diagnosis room of the psychiatric ward. This place was used by Dr. Hooper for intelligence tests. A small mirror is embedded in a wall, and there may be a camera behind it for recording. I smiled towards the mirror and waved. Every time I go to the ATM to withdraw money, I always smile and wave at the camera hidden in the machine.
Dr. Hooper walked in, holding a copy of my test results. "Hi, Leon, your test results...very good. You scored 99 points in both tests."
I opened my mouth wide in surprise. "What are you kidding about."
"No. No." He himself was a little unbelievable, "This score does not indicate how many questions you answered correctly, it just means relative to ordinary people—"
"I know what it means." I Absent-mindedly said, "They came to test us when I was in middle school, and I only scored 70 points." 99 points. I tried my best to find some signs of high IQ in myself: How should I feel high IQ?
He sat on the table, his eyes still fixed on the printed data. "You haven't been to college, have you?"
My attention was drawn back. "I went to school, but I didn't graduate, because my view of education is inconsistent with the professors."
"I understand." Maybe he thought I had failed my grades. "Well, you have obviously made a lot of progress since then. Three points are natural development: older and mature, seven points is the result of hormone K therapy."
"What a side effect."
"Well, don't you. I am so happy. The test score does not indicate that you will be able to handle it in real life." While Dr. Hooper was not paying attention, I rolled my eyes. Such a miraculous thing happened, but he could only say these clichés. "I want to do some more tests and continue to observe your case. Can you do it again tomorrow?"
I was immersed in trimming a hologram, and the phone rang. To answer the phone or continue to work, I really hesitated for a while, and finally answered the phone reluctantly. When I was editing things, the phone was usually answered by the answering machine, but now I need to let people know that I'm back to work. I lost a lot of business during my hospital stay: this is one of the risks that a freelancer must take. I picked up the receiver and said, "Greco Hologram Production Company, this is Leon Greco."
"Hello Leon. I'm Jerry."
"Hello Jerry. What's the matter?" I'm still studying the screen. The image above: is a pair of spiral gears, biting into each other. It's a metaphor for the spirit of cooperation. This metaphor is stale, but the client just wants to use it for advertising.
"Do you want to go to the movies tonight? Sue and Tori and I are going to see "Metal Eyes"."
"Tonight? Oh, no way. Tonight Hanning Theater will stage the last one-man show starring an actress." There are some scratches on the surface of the teeth, and they look greasy. I use the cursor to highlight the tooth surface, and then enter the parameters that need to be adjusted.
"What's the name?"
"Symmetry" is a unicorn poem." I adjusted the brightness to eliminate some shadows at the tooth meshes, "Do you want to go together?"
"Is it a Shakespearean monologue?"
Excessive brightness: brightness Too strong, the color of the edges is too bright. So I set an upper limit for the intensity of the reflection. "No, it's a stream of consciousness work. The four rhythms alternate, and the iambic is just one of them. All critics call it a very remarkable style."
"Unexpectedly, you like poetry so much."
I checked everything again . Number, and then let the computer calculate the meshing mode again. "I generally don't like poetry, but this drama seems to be really interesting. Do you want to go?"
"Thanks, I'll go to the movies."
"Well, have fun. Maybe we can get together next week. Gather." We said goodbye to each other and hung up the phone. I waited for the computer to finish the second calculation.
Suddenly, I remembered what happened just now. In the past, as long as I called, I couldn't do editing work at the same time. This time, I was able to do two things with one heart, and it was easy.
Will these surprises be endless and always the same? After I stopped having nightmares and relaxed my mind and body, I first noticed that my reading speed increased and my comprehension increased. There are some books on my bookshelf that I have always wanted to read, but I have no time. I can read them now, and I can understand even the difficult technical information. As early as the college days, I accepted the reality that there are many things of interest, but it is impossible to dabble all of them. It's really encouraging to find that I might be able to do it now. A few days ago, I happily bought a large armful of books back.
Now I find that I can do two things with one mind and two things at the same time. I never dared to imagine that I still have this ability. I couldn't help standing up from the desk and yelling, as if my beloved baseball team had just hit an unexpected home run. That’s how it feels.
Xie Yi, the chief physician of the Department of Neurology, took over my medical records. I hardly knew him, but he looked like I was his patient for many years.
He invited me to his office to talk. I saw him crossing his fingers, resting his elbows on the table, and asking me, "How do you feel about your increased intelligence?"
What a stupid question. "I feel very happy."
"Very good." Dr. Shay said, "So far, we have not found any negative consequences of hormone K treatment. You did not ask us for further treatment for the brain injury caused by the accident." I nodded. "However, we are conducting a study to understand the effects of hormones on intelligence in many ways. If you want, we would like to give you another injection of hormones and monitor the effect."
These words suddenly caught my attention; Finally there is something worth listening to. "I am willing."
"Please understand, this is purely for research purposes, not for treatment. You may benefit from it and improve your intelligence. However, from a health perspective, you no longer need to inject again."
"I understand. . I think I have to sign an agreement."
"Yes. You can get some compensation for participating in this research." He said a number, but I almost didn't care.
"That's good." I couldn't help but imagine what it meant to me after the injection. A shiver of excitement swept across my body.
"We also ask you to sign a non-disclosure agreement. Of course, the efficacy of this drug is very exciting, but we don't want to announce it too early until the development is mature."
"Of course, Dr. Shay. Someone has used this before. Is it an injection? It's beyond the purpose of treatment?"
"Of course, you won't be an experimental product. I assure you that this medicine has never had any harmful effects."
"So, judging from the results of those experimenters, this What effect does the medicine have on them?"
"We'd better not give you hints, otherwise, you will imagine that you are experiencing the symptoms I mentioned." The
doctor knows everything. Dr. Shay played this set with ease. I continued to ask: "At least, you should tell me how much their intelligence has increased?"
"It varies from person to person. You can't use other people's experience to cover yourself."
I concealed disappointment. "Okay, doctor."
Regarding the condition of hormone K, even if Dr. Shay didn't want to tell me, I could find out by myself. I used the computer terminal at home to log on to the information network, entered the public database of the FBI, carefully read the new drug experiment application materials they received so far, and learned that the application must be approved before the human experiment can be carried out.
The application for the development of hormone K was filed by Thaurissan Pharmaceuticals, which is studying synthetic hormones that can promote the regeneration of central nervous system cells. I browsed through the drug experiments on dogs and baboons in anoxic state: all the animals were completely healed. The toxicity of this medicine is very low, and no side effects have been found through long-term observation.
The results of cerebral cortex sampling are exciting. Animals whose brains were injured grew new nerve cells, and the renewed cells had more dendrites, but healthy animals did not change their brains after taking the medicine. The researchers concluded that the hormone K only replaces injured nerve cells, not healthy nerve cells. For animals with brain injuries, the newborn dendrites seem to be harmless: Scanned by positron radiography, the brain's metabolism showed no changes, and the animals' performance on intelligence tests also remained unchanged.
The solution proposed by Thaurisson’s researchers in the application materials for human experiments is to test the hormone K on healthy people first, and then expand the scope of the test to several types of patients: stroke patients, patients with Alzheimer’s disease, and my long-term experience Patients in a vegetative state. I cannot access the medical record file to view the trial progress report-the subjects of the trial are anonymous patients, and only the doctors participating in the trial have the right to view the medical record files.
The study of animals has not solved the mystery of the improvement of human intelligence. It is reasonable to assume that the degree of intelligence improvement is directly proportional to the number of nerve cells stimulated by hormones, and this number depends on the degree of initial brain injury. This means that patients with deep shock will increase their intelligence the most. Of course, to confirm this theory, you also need to understand the progress of other patients, which takes time.
The next question is: Will intelligence stabilize after reaching a certain height? Will more hormone injections further improve intelligence? I want to know the answer before the doctor.
I am not nervous: in fact I feel very relaxed. I just lie on my stomach and breathe comfortably. My back was numb, they gave me local anesthesia, and then injected a shot of hormone K into my spinal cord. This medicine cannot be injected intravenously because hormones cannot pass through the blood-brain protective screen. This is the first shot in my memory. Of course, I was told that I had two shots before: I was still unconscious when I took the first shot. Although I was awake when I got the second shot, I didn't have cognitive ability.
Had a nightmare again. In fact, these dreams are not all thrilling, but they are very strange and incredible. In many cases, the content of dreams is completely unfamiliar to me. I often wake up screaming, lying on the bed waving my arms wildly. But this time, I know the nightmare will pass.
At present, there are several psychologists in the hospital studying me. It is very interesting to see how they analyze my intelligence. A doctor observes the various stages of development of my skills, learning, memorizing, application and expansion. Another doctor observed me from the perspectives of mathematics and logical reasoning, such as language communication ability and spatial imagination.
This reminds me of my college days. Back then, I discovered that each of these experts has a preferred theory, and each of them is slashing the evidence and adapting to it. Now I am less convinced of them than before, and they still have nothing to teach me. Their categorized observations are not helpful in analyzing my ability, because-without denying-I am excellent in everything.
I can learn a new equation, foreign language grammar, or the operating principle of the engine. No matter what you study, everything is natural and natural. No matter what I study, I don't have to memorize the rules and regulations and apply them mechanically. I can always see at a glance how those systems function as a whole and as an entity. Of course, I don't ignore any details and specific steps, but I don't need to think hard, I can grasp them almost intuitively.
The security measures of penetrating computers are really boring; I can see that this kind of thing is a temptation for some people. But to be honest, hacking has no intellectual beauty. A house with a locked door, you pull the doors one by one, and find one that is not properly locked-useful, but not interesting.
It is easy to access the confidential database of the Medical Administration. I use a terminal in the hospital to call up their access program, display the map and the list of medical staff. Then I cut into the system level from the program and compiled a decoy program to simulate the login interface. Then I left the computer and left it alone. Finally, one of my doctors came over to check one of her documents. The decoy program rejected her password, and then brought up the real home page interface. The doctor tried to log in again, and it was successful this time; but her password remained in my decoy program.
Using the doctor’s password, I was given permission to access the Medical Administration’s patient file database. The first stage is to test healthy volunteers, and the hormones have no effect. The ongoing Phase II clinical trials are a different story. There are weekly reports of 82 patients. Each patient is represented by a number. All patients are treated with hormone K. Most of the patients are stroke or Alzheimer's patients, and some patients suffer from coma. . The latest report confirms my prediction: the more severe the brain injury, the greater the increase in intelligence. Positron X-ray tomography scans showed a significant increase in brain metabolism.
Why haven’t animals improved? I think the problem may be the number of synapses in the brain. Animals have too few synapses, and their brains only support minimal abstract thinking, so the extra synapses have no meaning to them. Humans exceed this number. Human brains can support full self-awareness, so they can make full use of new synapses. This is what the record reflects.
The most exciting record is about the investigation and research that has just started, and the object of the research is a few volunteer patients. Multiple injections of hormones do further improve intelligence, but the most fundamental thing depends on the degree of brain injury. Patients with mild strokes did not achieve high IQs, while those of severely injured patients improved significantly.
Among the patients who were initially in a deep coma, only I have received the third shot. I have formed many more new synapses than any previous person under study. As for the extent to which my intelligence will improve, it is still a suspense. Whenever I think of this question, I feel my heart beating wildly.
As time passed week by week, my dealings with the doctors became more and more boring. They seemed to treat me as a learned idiot: a patient who showed some signs of high IQ, but still just a patient. In the eyes of neurologists, I was only the subject of positron X-ray tomography, plus occasional injections of a vial of cerebrospinal fluid. Psychologists learned some of my thinking state through conversation. However, they were preconceived and regarded me as a person who had come out of a deep coma, an ordinary person who had gained great benefits but was ignorant.
In fact, the opposite is true. It is precisely because the doctors cannot understand what is happening. They concluded that although the drug improved my IQ, it could not improve my behavior in real life. My ability can only make me achieve good results on the IQ test. Therefore, they do not want to waste time on IQ issues. However, the IQ scale is artificially set, and it is set too low: my score is too high, there is no comparable frame of reference on the curve, and the test score does not explain much to them.
The real change is happening, and the test results only reflect a shadow of this huge change. It would be great if the doctors could feel what is happening in my brain: I am recognizing how much information I missed before, and I understand how useful this information is. My IQ is far from a laboratory phenomenon, but practical and efficient. I have almost perfect memory, super integration ability, can quickly judge the situation and choose the best course of action to achieve the goal; I will never be indecisive. The various things in daily life are no longer a problem, only theoretical issues can be considered a challenge.
No matter what I study, I can find patterns in it. Anything—mathematics and science, art and music, psychology and sociology—I can grasp its essential structure, and see the inner melody through the notes on the surface. Whenever I read, I can't help but feel sorry for those authors: they struggle from one argument to the next, groping for their invisible inner connections. They are like a group of people who don't understand sheet music, they just want to analyze the score of Bach's cello sonata, trying to explain how this note develops into the next.
The inner patterns of things are really wonderful, and I am eager to learn more about them. There are other patterns waiting for me to discover, a larger, another level of structure. I don't know anything about this superstructure. It is extremely magnificent music, and the few sonatas I know are just isolated data points. I don't know what will happen after mastering this structure, I will know then. I want to discover them and know them. This desire is stronger than any previous desire.
The doctor who came to see me this time was Clausen, and he did not behave like other doctors. Judging from his behavior and speech, he should be used to being cordial and easy-going in front of patients, but today he seems a little uncomfortable. He pretended to be amiable, but his speech was awkward, not as smooth as the routines of other doctors.
"Leon, this test is like this: you first read some descriptions of various situations, each of which has a problem that needs to be solved. After reading, please tell me how you solve the problem."
I Nodded. "I've done this kind of test before."
"Very good, very good." As he entered an instruction, text appeared on the screen in front of me. I read the introduction: the problem here is to plan and arrange the processing order of various affairs. This is an unusual problem in real life. Most researchers will feel that such a question is too absolute, right is right, wrong is wrong, and it is not appropriate. I waited a while before answering, but Clausen was still surprised by my speed.
"Good answer." He hit a key on the computer, "Try this again."
One situation after another. When I read the fourth briefing, Clausen carefully assumed a professional aloof attitude. He was particularly interested in how I answered this question, but didn't want me to know. This situation is about power struggles in the government, fierce competition for promotion.
I understand who Clausen is. He is a government psychologist, perhaps a member of the military, and more likely to work in the Research and Development Agency of the Central Intelligence Agency. This test is designed to detect the potential of hormone K to cultivate strategists. So he seemed uncomfortable with me: he was used to dealing with soldiers and government employees who obeyed orders.
It is likely that the CIA wants to detain me so that I can do more tests; they may have conducted the same tests on other patients based on their performance. In the future, the CIA will select volunteers from its staff, make their brains hypoxic, and then use hormone K for treatment. I certainly don't want to be a resource of the CIA, but I have shown enough talent to interest them. Therefore, I can only pretend to be deaf and stupid and answer the wrong questions.
I chose a poor method in my answer, and Clausen was greatly disappointed. Nevertheless, we continue to test. It took me a long time to read the text, and my reaction became slow. Two key issues are scattered among the unimportant issues: one is how to avoid being taken over by a hostile company, and the other is how to mobilize the people to prevent the construction of a thermal power plant. I answered both of these questions incorrectly.
As soon as the test was over, Clausen sent me away, already thinking about how to write the report. If I show my true ability, then the CIA will recruit me immediately. My inconsistent performance will pour cold water on them, but it will not change their minds. The temptation of potential rewards is too great for them, and they will not give up hormone K.
My situation has changed drastically; if the CIA decides to detain me as a test subject, I will be no different from disagreeing. I must plan a countermeasure.
Four days later, Shay asked me in surprise: "Do you want to quit the research?"
"Yes, quit immediately. I want to resume work."
"If it's money, I'm sure we can—"
"No, not money Questions. I’ve had enough of these tests."
"I know that over time, the tests will become boring, but we have learned a lot. Besides, we are grateful for your participation, Leon. This is more than just-- "
I know how much you have learned from these tests. But I have made up my mind. I don't want to continue.
Shay still wants to persuade me to interrupt him. "I know I'm still bound by a non-disclosure agreement; if I want to I’ll sign something to confirm, then send it to me. "I got up and walked towards the door. "Goodbye, Dr. Shay. "
Two days later, Shay called.
"Leon, you must come for an inspection." I got news that a patient who was treated with hormone K in another hospital had discovered side effects. "
He's withdrawing a lie; this kind of thing will never tell me on the phone. "What side effects?" "
" Loss of vision. The optic nerve grows too fast and degenerates rapidly. "It
must be an order issued by the CIA after it learned that I had withdrawn from the research. If I returned to the hospital, Shay would declare that I was unsound and put me under their supervision. Then he would transfer me to the hospital. A government research organization.
I pretended to be taken aback. "I'll be here soon. "
"Okay." Xie Yi breathed a sigh of relief, thinking I believed his words. "As soon as you arrive, we will check immediately."
I hung up the phone, turned on the computer, and searched for the latest information in the Drug Administration database. There is no news about the side effects of the optic nerve or other parts. I do not rule out that such side effects may appear in the future, but I have to find out by myself.
It's time to leave Boston. I started packing. When I leave, I have to withdraw all my deposits in the bank. Selling the equipment of my studio can be exchanged for more cash, but most of the equipment is too big to be shipped, so I have to take away a few of the smallest equipment. After a few hours of busying, the phone rang again. This time, I let the automatic answering machine answer the call.
"Leon, are you at home? I'm Dr. Shay. We've been waiting for you for a while."
He will call again. If it doesn't work, he will send a male guard in a white coat to come up, or simply send the police. I take it away.
It's seven thirty in the evening. Shay is still in the hospital waiting for my news. I turned the ignition key, dumped out of the hospital parking lot, and drove across the street. From now on, he will always notice the letter I quietly put under his office door. Once you open the letter, you will know that I wrote it.
Hello, Dr. Shay:
I guess you are looking for me.
He will be surprised for a moment, but only for a moment; he will calm down immediately, and promptly inform the security to search the building, check all leaving vehicles, and search for me. Then, he will continue to read.
You can call the big male nurses guarding the door of my room; I don't want to waste their precious time. Maybe you are determined to let the police issue a wanted warrant for me, so I pretended to insert a virus into the police computer. Whenever I want to check my license plate number, this virus will replace the information. Of course you can describe the car I drive in detail, but you don't even know what my car looks like, right?
Leon
He will notify the police and let their programmers deal with the virus. He will conclude: I have a feeling of self-superiority. This is because I showed an arrogant tone in the letter, took unnecessary risks to return to the hospital to deliver the letter, and unnecessarily exposed a virus that would not have been detected.
But Shay was wrong. I planned these actions to make the police and the CIA underestimate my ability, so they will not take strict precautions, which is very beneficial to me. After the police programmers cleared my virus on the computer, they would think that my programming skills were good, but not outstanding, so they would call up the backup, reinstall, and find out my exact license plate number. This will activate the second virus, which is much more complicated and will modify the backup and the active current database at the same time. The police will be complacent, thinking that the correct license plate number has been found, and then fall into the ecstasy and waste time.
My next goal is to get another vial of hormone K. Unfortunately, doing so will allow the CIA to find out my true skills. If I did not send that letter, the police would still find my virus later. At that time, they will take seamless and rigorous measures to remove the virus. In this way, I may not be able to erase my license plate number from their file.
I checked into a hotel and started to work on the data network terminal in the guest room.
I entered the confidential database of the Drug Administration and found out the address of the subject of the hormone K test and the internal communications of the Drug Administration. They issued a ban on the medical trial of hormone K, and no further trials are allowed until the ban is lifted. The CIA insisted on catching me first and assessing my potential threats. Prior to this, the FDA is not allowed to take any action.
The Drug Administration requires all hospitals to return the remaining hormone K through a messenger. I must grab a bottle before this. The nearest patient to me is in Pittsburgh, so I booked a ticket to Pittsburgh the next morning. I checked the map of Pittsburgh and filed an application requesting the Pennsylvania Courier to pick up a package from an investment company in downtown Pittsburgh. In the end, I logged in and used the central processing unit for several hours on a supercomputer.
I was sitting in a rented car, which was parked on the corner of a skyscraper. There is a small integrated circuit board with a keyboard in my jacket pocket. Looking in the direction where the messenger was about to arrive, half of the pedestrians on the street were wearing white air filter masks, but the visibility was good.
A new family van drove from two intersections far away. The side of the car was painted with the words "Pennsylvan Courier Company". Not a heavily guarded escort vehicle, it seems that the FDA is not so worried about me. I got out of the car and walked towards the skyscraper. The escort vehicle arrived soon and stopped in the parking lot. The driver got out of the vehicle. As soon as he entered the building, I got into the van.
The van drove directly from the hospital. The driver is going upstairs to the fortieth floor and picking up a package from an investment company there. It will take at least four minutes to return.
A large safe is welded on the floor of the carriage, with a double-layer steel shell and steel door. A polished panel is attached to the door, and the safe opens automatically as long as the driver's palm rests on the panel. There is an interface on the side of the panel for inputting programs.
Last night, I entered the service database of Lucas Anti-Theft Systems, which sold palm locks to the Pennsylvania Courier. I found an encrypted file in the database, which contains a password that goes beyond the client's settings to open the palm lock.
I have to admit that penetration into a computer firewall is usually not relevant, but some aspects indirectly involve very interesting mathematical problems. For example, even a common encryption method, a supercomputer, can take years to decrypt. However, during a time when I was delving into number theory, I discovered a wonderful technique for decomposing extremely large numbers. Equipped with this know-how, a supercomputer can decipher the password in a few hours.
I took the circuit board out of my pocket, connected it to the interface with a wire, entered a twelve-digit number, and the safe door opened.
When I returned to Boston with the bottle of hormone K, the FDA had already responded to the theft: all the relevant files on the computer that could be accessed through the network were deleted-as expected.
I took the bottle of hormone K and my belongings and drove to New York.
It’s strange that the quickest way to get money for me is actually gambling. Lottery betting on horses couldn't be easier. I didn't want to be noticeable. I just made a small sum of money and invested in the stock market to make ends meet.
I live in a guest room in an apartment. This is the cheapest apartment I can find near New York, with a data network connection. I use several aliases to invest and change aliases on a regular basis. I want to spend some time on Wall Street to identify high-return short-term investment opportunities by observing the body language of the broker. I go to the stock market at most once a week, and I have more important things to do: the inner laws of things beckon to me.
As my IQ develops, my control over my body is also increasing. Some people think that although humans have developed wisdom in the process of evolution, they have paid the price of physical abilities. This is a misunderstanding. In fact, mobilizing the human body is a kind of nerve activity. Although my physical strength has not increased, my body's coordination ability has surpassed that of ordinary people; even my left and right hands have become equally flexible. In addition, because I can concentrate highly, I can effectively control my body's circulatory function. After a little practice, I can increase or decrease my heart rate and blood pressure.
I compiled a program to match my avatar, and at the same time, as long as my name appears, the program can capture; then I incorporated the program into a virus and scanned all publicly displayed files on the data network. The CIA will let the National Data Network display my photo in a news briefing, declaring me a dangerous fugitive mental patient, or a murderer. The virus will replace my photo with a blank image. I entered a similar virus into the computers of the Drug Administration and the Central Intelligence Agency, and searched for my photos downloaded on the computers of various local police stations. Their programmers are racking their brains and are helpless with these viruses.
Needless to say, Shay and other doctors are consulting with psychologists from the CIA to speculate on my whereabouts. My parents are both dead, so the CIA will turn its attention to my friends and ask if I have been in contact with them; the agents will closely monitor them to prevent me from contacting them. The agents will say that they are really sorry for infringing on their privacy, but the matter is really urgent.
The CIA is unlikely to use hormone K on any agent to find out where I am. People with super IQs are too difficult to control, and I am an example myself. But I have to keep an eye on other patients, maybe the government will decide to hire them.
I can see through every aspect of sentient beings with no effort. Walking on the streets, I observe people busy with their own affairs. Although they haven't said a word, their thoughts are clear. A pair of young lovers walked slowly by, one of them was obsessed with love, the other just barely tolerated each other. A worried look appeared in a businessman's eyes, and that look accompanied him, showing that he was afraid of his boss and began to doubt whether the decision he made earlier in the day was correct. A woman wore a seemingly gorgeous cloak, but when she passed the real cloak, it was exposed.
Usually, older, more mature people can tell at a glance what role a person plays. In my eyes, the world is like a child playing in a playground. I was amused by their seriousness, and I felt a little embarrassed when I recalled that I was the same. What they did is in line with their identities, but I can't bear to join them. I am an adult and bid farewell to the world of children. I will also deal with all living beings, just to feed myself.
Every week I get an education that usually takes several years, and my portfolio of knowledge forms is expanding day by day. I look at the colorful tapestry of human knowledge with a broader perspective than anyone: I can fill in the gaps in the splendor that scholars have never realized, and add new content where they think it is complete.
The inner model of natural science is clearest. For example, in physics, if it does not limit its vision to the level of basic factors, but expands its scope and meaning, then it has a beautiful unity. Categories such as "optical" or "thermodynamics" are nothing more than tights, preventing physicists from seeing the crisscrossing of countless disciplines. Even if the abstract beauty is aside, there are too many neglected fields in physics in terms of application alone, such as the artificial spherical symmetric gravity field, which engineers should have been able to create long ago.
Although I realize this, I don't know how to make such a device. This requires many customized parts, which is laborious and time consuming to manufacture. Besides, the actual manufacturing of this device does not bring me any special joy: I already knew that it will work, and the actual manufacturing has no enlightening effect on me, and I cannot use it to discover new laws.
I am writing a long poem. After completing a chapter, I was able to choose a method to combine various styles in various art forms. I use six modern languages and four ancient languages. These languages contain the main worldview of human civilization. Each language provides a colorful and poetic meaning; several different languages are juxtaposed together for fun. Each line of poem includes the new meaning of the old words at the same time, giving the old words a part of speech change in another language, thus highlighting the new meaning. When the whole poem is completed, it can be seen as a combination of "Finnegan's Night Watch" and Pound's "Psalms".
The CIA interrupted my creation; they are setting a trap for me. After two months of chasing after the storm, they finally admitted that they couldn't find my whereabouts by using conventional methods, so they resorted to extraordinary methods. News reports say that the girlfriend of a lunatic murderer has been accused of helping and condoning the murderer’s escape. Her name is Connie Pirit, and she had a relationship with the lunatic last year. If tried, she will inevitably be sentenced to long-term imprisonment. The CIA's wishful thinking is that I will not let this kind of thing be left to nothing, and must plan a rescue, so I will be exposed and get caught.
A preparatory hearing for Connie’s case will be held tomorrow. They will ensure that she is released on bail and pass a guarantor if necessary, thus giving me the opportunity to contact her. Then they would spread plain clothes around her residence and wait for the rabbits.
I started editing the first image on the screen. These digital photos are far from comparable to holographic images, but they can meet my needs. The photo was taken yesterday and shows the appearance of the apartment where Connie lives, the street facing the building, and the nearby crossroads. I moved the mouse and drew a few small crosshairs in some places on the image: a window diagonally opposite the building, without light, but the curtains are open; there is a window two blocks away from the back of the building vending machine.
I marked a total of six positions. These locations were where they ambushed when Connie came home last night. They have videos that I took during my stay in the hospital, and they know how to find me among men or vague pedestrians: the one with medium pace and vigorous walking. However, their wishful thinking was wrong; just stretched their steps and moved their heads up and down slightly. Reduced arm movements, coupled with a fancy outfit, is enough to make me pass through the area without hiding their eyes.
At the bottom of a photo, I entered the radio station frequency that the agents used to communicate and an equation that analyzed the irregular encryption algorithm they used. After the production was completed, I sent these images to the Director of Central Intelligence, expressing the overtones unmistakably: Unless his plain clothes are removed, I will kill them.
For the CIA to withdraw the prosecution of Connie, and to contain their interference with me once and for all, I have to do more work.
I have identified a pattern again, but this time it has nothing to do with theory, it is completely plain and complicated. Thousands of pages of reports, memos, correspondence; each page is a small colored dot in a pointillist. I took a step back from this panoramic painting and watched the lines and edges appear to produce graphics. I browsed through trillions of information, which only accounted for a very small part of all records during the period of my investigation, but it was enough.
My findings are plain and unremarkable, much simpler than the plot of a detective novel. The Director of Central Intelligence knew that a group of terrorists had conspired to blow up the subway system in Washington, but in order to obtain Congress’s authorization to take extreme measures against the group of terrorists, he allowed the explosion to happen. Among the victims of the bombing was the son of a congressman. So Congress authorized the Director of Central Intelligence to let go of dealing with terrorists. Although his plans are not directly stated in the CIA's files, their meaning is clear. The relevant memo only mentioned in a roundabout way that these plans were floating in the middle of a sea of innocuous documents. If a certain investigating committee reviewed all the files, the evidence would be submerged in noise. However, as long as the memos with hidden mysteries are analyzed and filtered, the press will surely believe it.
I made a list of memos and sent it to the Director of Central Intelligence with a note: You don’t mess with me, and I won't mess with you. He will realize that he has no choice.
This little episode deepens my belief in world affairs: if I keep abreast of current affairs, any conspiracy planned anywhere will not escape my eyes. However, I am not interested in all of these, and I want to continue my research.
My control over the body continues to develop. Now I can walk on the coals, or pierce a needle into my arm, as long as I want. However, my interest in the Eastern style face-to-wall practice is limited to the physical control of this method. I can reach a state of meditation, but the joy I get from it is far from comparable to the essential laws that are concatenated from the original information.
I am designing a new language. I have reached the limit of conventional languages, and due to the limitations of these languages, I can no longer make any progress. They cannot express the concepts that I need to express, even when expressing ordinary things, they are stretched. They can't even express words competently, let alone express ideas.
The existing linguistic theories are useless; I re-evaluated the basic logic to determine which language elements are suitable for my language. Part of this language will be compatible with all mathematical languages, so that any mathematical formula I write has a corresponding language expression. In addition, mathematics is only a small part of this language, far from all; unlike Leibniz, I recognize the limits of mathematical logic. The other parts of this language will contain the symbols that I use to express aesthetics and cognitive theory. This is a huge and time-consuming project. Once completed, it will greatly clarify my thinking. Once I have interpreted all my knowledge in this language, the patterns I seek will be clearly presented.
My work stopped temporarily. Before researching aesthetic symbols, I must establish a set of vocabulary that can fully express all the emotions I can imagine.
I have experienced many emotions that are beyond ordinary people, and I can see how narrow the range of ordinary people's emotions is. I do not deny that the love and troubles I have experienced are real, but now I see their true colors: Compared with everything I have experienced so far, the emotions of the past are like the obsession and depression of a child. It's just a little sign at best. My current emotions are varied and varied, and with the enhancement of self-awareness, all emotions have been complicated by many orders of magnitude. If I want to finish that long poem, I must fully describe these emotions.
Of course, compared with the emotions I can experience, what I actually experience is just the tip of the iceberg. My emotional development is restricted by the intelligence of the people around me and my sparse contact with them. From time to time, I think of Confucius' concept of "benevolence": the word "benevolence" is far from enough to express the connotation of "benevolence". "Benevolence" condenses the essence of human nature. It can only be obtained through contact with others. The lonely person is not interested. And although I am with people, I am with people everywhere, but I am not in contact with anyone. According to my IQ, I can become a perfect person, but at present I am only a small part of a perfect person.
I will not deceive myself with self-pity, self-harm or arrogance; I have been able to evaluate my mentality in a completely objective manner from beginning to end. I clearly know which emotional resources I have, which emotional resources I lack, which emotions I value, and which emotions I despise. I have nothing to regret.
The new language I created took shape. It is oriented by the essential laws of things and can perfectly carry my thoughts, but it is not suitable for writing or speaking. It cannot be written in a linear arrangement of words. Its form is an all-encompassing ideology. Symbols can only be absorbed as a whole. Such ideographic symbols are more subtle than pictures and can express meanings that thousands of words cannot express. The more information each ideographic symbol contains, the more complex and subtle it itself is. I am comfortably conceiving a huge ideographic symbol that can describe the entire universe.
Using printed text as the carrier of this language is too lame and too dull. The only viable carrier is video or hologram, which can display images of the passage of time. Due to the limited range of the human throat, this language cannot be spoken.
I have many thoughts, and my mind is full of curses in ancient and modern languages. They mock me with rudeness and remind me that my ideal language should also have vicious vocabulary to express my frustration.
I am unable to complete my artificial intelligence language, the project is too vast, and my current resources are not competent. After several weeks of painstaking research, nothing was gained. I create independently and do not rely on any external force. Starting from the basic language I have defined, I rewrite it into a new language and enrich the new version. However, each new version always highlights its flaws, forcing me to expand my ultimate goal, but it makes the goal doomed to go astray and out of reach. It's better to overthrow everything and start from scratch.
Use the fourth bottle of hormone K? This thought haunted my mind and lingered. Every setback I have experienced in the current state of stagnation reminds me that it is possible for me to reach a higher level.
Of course, this is a big risk. This shot may cause injury to my brain, otherwise it will be insanity. Maybe this is the temptation of the devil, but it is temptation after all. Moreover, I can't find a reason to resist.
It is best to get the injection in the hospital, otherwise you can get a certain degree of safety protection at home and find someone to accompany you. But I think again, there are only two results of the injection: either it succeeds, or it causes irreparable damage. So I gave up these safety measures.
I ordered equipment from a medical device company and assembled it into a single-person spinal injection device. The effect of the injection may not be fully manifested in a few days, so I have to stay in the bedroom. A violent reaction might occur, so I moved all the fragile things out of the house and tied myself loosely to the bed with a belt. Neighbors will mistakenly think that they are howling addicts when they hear any sound.
I gave myself an injection and waited.
My brain was burning, my spine scorched through my back, and I felt like I was about to have a stroke. I can't see anything, hear nothing, my mind is chaotic.
I have hallucinations. All kinds of unspeakable horrors surrounded me, vividly visible, incredibly clear, and violent conflict. It must be an illusion. It's not physical violence, but the division of mind and psychology.
Mental pain and extreme excitement. Horror and hysterical laughter.
My consciousness recovered for a moment. I lay on the floor, holding my hair tightly with both hands, and a lock of uprooted hair was scattered beside me. My clothes are soaked with sweat. The tongue was bitten, and the throat was red and swollen: probably because of screaming. Repeated convulsions made me bruise and swollen back of my head. A concussion may have occurred, but I didn't feel anything. Did it last for a few hours or a few minutes?
Then, my eyes were blurred, and the roar in my head started again.
The drug breaks through the critical amount.
Daigo empowerment.
I know my own thinking mechanism, and I know exactly how I understand things. This understanding has been repeatedly verified. The self-understanding is extremely subtle, not step by step, endlessly to understand, but to directly understand the limit. On the other hand, it is clear and bright. In my case, the term "self-awareness" has a new meaning.
God said that there must be light, so there is light. With a new language that is more expressive than I thought, I have a clearer understanding of myself. God created order from the chaos with a single word, and I used this new language to rejuvenate myself as a brand new person. This language is capable of self-description and self-editing. It can not only describe ideas at various levels, but also describe and modify their own operating processes on various levels. In this kind of language, if you modify a declarative sentence, the entire grammar will change accordingly. If Gödel is alive, he would rather abandon everything and see this language.
In this language, I can see how my brain is active. I don't boast of seeing my nerve cells burning. This heroism belongs to John Lilly and his hallucinogen experiments in the 1960s. What I can do is to see the law. I looked at how the thought structure was formed and how it interacted. I watched myself thinking, looked at the equations that describe my thinking, and watched how these equations describe the whole process of being understood by me.
I know how these equations constitute my thoughts.
What kind of thinking are they.
At first, I was shocked by all the information I entered, knowing all of my self, and I was numb with horror. It took several hours before I was able to control the flow of self-describing information. I did not filter out the information, nor did I push it into the background. It is integrated with my thinking process and used in my daily life. In the future, I will be able to use this method with ease, just as a female dancer uses her sense of movement.
Everything I knew theoretically about my consciousness before, now even the details are vividly visible. The undercurrents of sex, aggression, and self-protection are generated by my childhood environment, conflict with reason, and sometimes disguise as reason. All the reasons behind my emotions, the motives behind my decisions, I know everything.
What can I do with this knowledge? For the so-called "personality", I can do whatever I want; the higher part of my psychology indicates who I am now. I can use my brain to enter various mental or emotional states, and at the same time always keep a clear awareness of everything, and be able to restore my original state at any time. Now that I understand the operating mechanism when I do two things at the same time, I can divide my consciousness into several parts, use my grasp of the essence of things, concentrate on handling two or more separate problems, and automatically realize the problems. All aspects. What else can stump me?
I know that my body is reborn, just like the stump of an amputee suddenly replaced with the skill of a watchmaker, and it is easy to control voluntary muscles. I have superhuman coordination skills. Skills that usually take thousands of repetitions to obtain, I learned by repeating them two or three times. I found a videotape of the finger movements of a pianist playing the piano. Soon, I could imitate the finger movements of the pianist without a keyboard. By selectively relaxing my muscles, my strength and flexibility have improved. Whether it is a conscious action or a conditioned reflex, my muscle reaction time is only 35 microseconds. Therefore, whether learning acrobatics or martial arts, almost all do not need any training.
I have an intuitive understanding of liver function, nutrient absorption, and glandular secretion, and I can even recognize the role of neurotransmitters in my thinking activities. The mental activity involved in this state of consciousness is far more intense than any tension caused by adrenaline. The state of a part of my brain is replaced by a normal brain and body. They are put to death. I reorganized my consciousness and can feel the ebb and flow of consciousness. These ebb and flow trigger my emotional response, improve my concentration, or subtly determine my attitude.
Then, I cast my sights on the world outside the body.
There are dizzying, cheerful, and frightening symmetry all around me. Everything coincides with the inner laws, and the Universe is about to become a detailed picture. I am approaching the ultimate law: the knowledge is filled with all things, the radiance is shining, and it is Hong Zhong Dalu of the universe.
I pursue light, not spiritual light, but rational light. I must go to the next level and reach the bright side. This time the target won't slip away from my fingers. With my own thinking language, the distance between me and the other side of the light can be accurately calculated. My ultimate goal is already in sight.
Now I must plan the next move. First of all, you need to simply strengthen your self-protection ability and start martial arts. I want to watch some martial arts competitions and study the possible offensive methods, even though I only take defense; my movements are fast enough to avoid the fastest offenses. In this way, once I was attacked by the ruffian, I would be able to protect myself and disarm the opponent. At the same time, although the efficiency of my metabolism has greatly increased, I still have to eat and drink more to strengthen the nutrition of the brain. The blood circulation in my head is much faster than ordinary people, so I have to shave my hair to let my head dissipate heat faster.
Next, I will focus on my main goal: to decipher the laws of the world. To further improve my thinking ability, artificial reinforcement measures are the only feasible means. I need to connect my brain directly with the computer to download thinking. To achieve this, I must create a new technology. Any digital computer is not enough to meet my requirements. I am envisioning a nanostructured computer based on neural networks.
Once I figured out the basic ideas, my brain began to process in parallel: one part of the brain finds a mathematical model that reflects the behavior of the neural network; the other part develops a method to simulate neural pathways at the molecular level with the help of self-repairing bioceramics The third part is to study how to guide the R&D work of private enterprises, so that they have the ability to produce what I need. Time waits for no one: I want to make major breakthroughs in theory and technology to allow my emerging industries to grow and run fast.
I entered the big world and re-observed the state of society. In the past, my eyes were all kinds of language and signs expressing feelings, but now I see a matrix of cross-correlation of all kinds of factors. Between people, things and things, institutions and institutions, ideas and concepts, the lines of force are distorted and extended. The individuals in it are sad, like marionettes, each and every originally active individual is entangled by a network that they ignore. If they had this wish, it could have been resisted, but very few people did it.
At this moment, I am sitting in a bar. There was a man sitting far from the three stools on my right. He was familiar with this environment. He looked around and noticed a pair of lovers in a small dark private room in the corner. So, he smiled, motioned for the waiter to come over, and then leaned over to make irresponsible remarks to the lovers. I don't have to listen to know what he is talking about.
He was lying to the waiter, the lie blurted out. This is a liar who cannot control himself. He lies not to seek a more exciting life, but to deceive others is very happy. He knows that the waiter is indifferent, just pretending to be interested-this is true, but he also knows that the waiter is still fooled-it is also true.
I have become more and more sensitive to human body language, and I have reached the height of being able to read the other's mind without seeing or listening: I can smell the pheromone emanating from the other's skin. My muscles can even perceive the tension of the opponent's muscles to a certain extent, maybe I have sensed the changes in the electromagnetic field around them. These methods can't provide accurate information yet, but the impression I got has provided me with rich material for further inferences.
Ordinary people may be able to detect these pheromone emanating from the body in a subconscious state. I want to practice further and adapt to these pheromones more, so I may be able to consciously control the pheromones that I emit.
The various potentials that I have developed can't help but remind me of the consciousness control techniques that tabloid advertisements boast about. I am able to control the emission of pheromone in my body, so as to trigger accurate reactions in others. By controlling pheromone and muscle relaxation, I can make the other person react in anger, fear, sympathy, or sexual arousal. Needless to say, this is enough for me to make friends and sway others.
After I elicit a reaction from others, I can also make him strengthen this reaction automatically. By combining specific reactions with satisfaction, I can create a self-excited effect, just like biological information feedback, to make the other's body self-enhance its response. I want to use this on the presidents of the company to encourage them to support the development of the industrial technology I need.
I can no longer dream normally. I lacked anything that could be called subconsciousness, and all the functions of the brain were under my control, so the dream became obsolete and ceased to exist. Occasionally, my control of the brain will be loose, but this is not sleep. Perhaps it can be called a super illusion, it is simply a torture. At these times, I am in a state of separation: I know how my brain produces hallucinations, but I am in a daze, unable to react, and it is difficult to recognize everything I see. It is just weird, unbounded self-contemplation and self-correcting images. Even I find it absurd.
My consciousness consumes a lot of brain resources. The limited capacity and physiological structure of the mind can barely support this omniscience of self. However, this kind of consciousness can also make a certain degree of self-regulation. I let my consciousness make full use of existing resources and don't go beyond this range. It was difficult: I seemed to be in a cage, unable to sit down or stand up. Once you want to relax or straighten your body, severe pain and madness will follow.
I was in an illusion, seeing my consciousness imagining the various structures it could produce, and the structures came and disappeared one by one. I have witnessed my hallucinations, and I am imagining: Once I master the ultimate law, what form my consciousness will appear in.
Will I gain ultimate self-awareness? Can I discover all the things my consciousness needs to form the ultimate form? Will I gain insight into human race memories? Will I discover the inner nature of ethics? Maybe I can determine whether consciousness can arise spontaneously from matter, and understand what connects consciousness with everything else in the universe. Maybe I can see how the subject and object are integrated: meta-experience.
Or, maybe I will find that my consciousness cannot form the ultimate form, and this work requires some kind of external intervention. Maybe I will see the soul—is the element that transcends matter and forms consciousness a proof of the existence of God? I will see the true nature of the ontology and existence.
I will fully understand. It must be an ecstatic experience...
My consciousness shrank to a normal state. I must firmly control myself. My consciousness is at the level of the program mother machine that can generate other programs. Under normal circumstances, I can control myself. Once my consciousness is free, I can immediately perform perfect self-repair and recover myself from a state that resembles delusion or amnesia. However, if I drift too far on this level, my consciousness may become an unstable structure, and I will slide into the abyss, which is more terrifying than pure madness. I must program the consciousness and restrict the scope of the program that it automatically generates.
These hallucinations strengthened my determinat
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