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I am Hu Lezhi. After joining Kuande Quantitative in 2015, I discovered the secrets hidden in the "Neuroengineering" project led by Feng Xin and Xu Yu. They implanted nanochips in employees' necks under the guise of annual health checks. Over the past three years, I have witnessed 37 colleagues "resigned" due to gaining autonomous consciousness, but company records indicate they emigrated overseas. Last month, while on duty in the data center, I unexpectedly found a 3D model of my own brainwaves in an encrypted file, along with a red warning marked "Weaponization Progress 87%". As I write these words, the implantation site is sending a burning pain...
On my first day during the health check, Feng Xin personally handed me a glucose injection mixed with quantum entanglement particles. Now my retina can directly project Xu Yu's programmed thought cage, and the entire office building is filled with "upgraded employees" whose pupils emit a blue light. Last week, I tore off the burning scalp, pulling out three barbed metallic nerve tendrils that were siphoning the cerebral spinal fluid of my neighbor, Zhang. Last night, when I sneaked into the B3 restricted area, I witnessed 37 bodies submerged in liquid nitrogen undergoing brain fission reorganization. Feng Xin's electronic synthetic voice echoed in the chamber: "When the brain domains of the entire company are interconnected, the NASDAQ index will become our electrocardiogram". At this moment, my left hand's skin began to peel in flakes, revealing a flashing Klein blue energy matrix beneath—this is a precursor to the initiation of the consciousness annihilation program.
The entire building suddenly trembled, revealing metallic fangs. When my decayed right hand plunged into the distribution box, I unexpectedly tasted the bitterness of Zhang's memories from the cables. Xu Yu's nano-swarm is gnawing at my language center, but those devoured words are being reassembled into violent counter-code in the ventilation ducts. As the clone controlled by Feng Xin approached with a black hole generator, I detonated the dark matter battery buried in my spine—under the bright light, I saw myself split into 12 parallel consciousnesses, each clutching different timelines of death records. At this moment, the dome of the office building is collapsing into a brain groove shape, and across the Pacific, the night sky features the company's logo made up of six million chips, beginning to siphon collective human consciousness. And the first soul fragment I shed is now attached to your retina, as you read this text in 2023.
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On my first day during the health check, Feng Xin personally handed me a glucose injection mixed with quantum entanglement particles. Now my retina can directly project Xu Yu's programmed thought cage, and the entire office building is filled with "upgraded employees" whose pupils emit a blue light. Last week, I tore off the burning scalp, pulling out three barbed metallic nerve tendrils that were siphoning the cerebral spinal fluid of my neighbor, Zhang. Last night, when I sneaked into the B3 restricted area, I witnessed 37 bodies submerged in liquid nitrogen undergoing brain fission reorganization. Feng Xin's electronic synthetic voice echoed in the chamber: "When the brain domains of the entire company are interconnected, the NASDAQ index will become our electrocardiogram". At this moment, my left hand's skin began to peel in flakes, revealing a flashing Klein blue energy matrix beneath—this is a precursor to the initiation of the consciousness annihilation program.
The entire building suddenly trembled, revealing metallic fangs. When my decayed right hand plunged into the distribution box, I unexpectedly tasted the bitterness of Zhang's memories from the cables. Xu Yu's nano-swarm is gnawing at my language center, but those devoured words are being reassembled into violent counter-code in the ventilation ducts. As the clone controlled by Feng Xin approached with a black hole generator, I detonated the dark matter battery buried in my spine—under the bright light, I saw myself split into 12 parallel consciousnesses, each clutching different timelines of death records. At this moment, the dome of the office building is collapsing into a brain groove shape, and across the Pacific, the night sky features the company's logo made up of six million chips, beginning to siphon collective human consciousness. And the first soul fragment I shed is now attached to your retina, as you read this text in 2023.
4kXAhnDrK2GzHRReDLdgQ8yqmYeL6Ty4qEZqCTVNpump#
$ETH
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