Blue and White Society Chapter 98: Virtual reality

"Virtual reality?" Mo Poor said to himself.

"As a young person, you should understand it? Through neural sensing, various senses are directly transmitted to the brain, so that you don't need to really see, hear, and touch, but you can also have vision, hearing, and touch. ..." Dr. Sang said.

Mo Poor asked in shock: "Is technology so advanced?"

Dr. Sang smiled in an old voice, and then said: "Many technologies are not for civilian use. On the one hand, the cost of this technology is too high. On the other hand, technologies for the public must be updated step by step instead of explosively." Popularity.”

"Just take the picture you see now, did you think David was next door at first?"

"In fact, the latest graphics card for computers is more than ten years for civilian graphics cards. The so-called ten years is not the time for research and development. It only takes three years for research and development. But the progress of these three years should be divided into More than a dozen generations have been sent to the society..."

Mo Poor raised his eyebrows and said: "Obviously there is the latest one, but it has to be divided into several upgrades with small performance improvements, and it will take more than ten years to sell..."

Black, graphics card vendors are really black.

Dr. Sang seemed to see his thoughts, and said with a smile: "The latest ones come out, hundreds of thousands of ones, do you buy them? The development of science and technology cannot be stopped, but society needs time to adapt. Well, the world economy has its own Countless people worry about it, you just need to answer now, are you willing to accept the test of virtual reality."

Mo Poor kept smiling, how could he have any spiritual resistance?

No, if you really want to say it, his dream breaking method is indeed spiritual resistance.

This is the multifaceted aspect of the Absolute Hit feature. Breaking dreams is a kind of spiritual resistance.

However, virtual reality is not like dreaming.

When dreaming, one does not know that one is dreaming, so when one breathes, one directly uses real matter to collapse the dream.

As for virtual reality, his consciousness should be clear, so he can control whether the characteristic is broken or not.

As long as you think about breathing and aim at another world, or yourself, you can experience virtual reality.

"How to do it?"

Mo Poor thought about it, but he already agreed.

He always has to do it. If he doesn't do it, these people will only remain suspicious and monitor him.

Instead of this, it is better to fight.

Soon, the former white coat pushed a small cart, which contained a complicated device, and the device had many connecting wires that were tightly attached to the back of his neck and waist.

"Relax and face it with a normal mind. This technology is very mature and has no harm to the human body." Dr. Sang said.

"What will I feel? Is it a game? Or something?" Mo Poor asked.

"Games are not yet available, AI technology is not yet available, and you can't even interact. It can be regarded as a tour. Where do you want to go? You can choose a place you have never been to..." Dr. Sang said.

Mo Qiong thought so, is it a live-action movie?

So he said casually: "Mars."

"..." Dr. Sang was silent for two seconds before saying, "We only have materials from the earth."

Mo Poor let out a sigh, and then said, "The ancient city is exquisite."

"..." Dr. Sang paused again: "Imagination is not allowed."

"Then Pompeii..." Before Mo Poor finished speaking, Dr. Sang immediately said, "It must be a place where modern earth can collect environmental materials..."

"Okay...the White House." Mo Poor said.

Dr. Sang couldn't laugh or cry: "Can't you choose a more ordinary place?"

"You asked me to choose, I thought I could do anything...then Antarctica?" Mo Poor said.

"Okay, just close your eyes."

Mo Poor quickly closed his eyes, and immediately felt gusts of cold wind, icy cold to the bone.

He opened his eyes, and suddenly found that there was a world covered with ice and snow, the wind was howling, the sky was gloomy and gloomy, and the sun could not be seen.

Not far away, there are black penguins standing together, with their butts facing him to keep each other warm.

"It's so cold..." Mo Qiong was shivering from the cold, squatting on the spot, not wanting to do anything.

About a minute later, when he blinked again, the room was back in front of him, and he was still sitting on the chair.

Only the bone-piercing icy cold remained in his body, which was slowly fading away.

"How...how?" Mo Poor asked, rubbing his body.

He didn't break through this illusion. When he said about Mars, he thought clearly: don't pretend to be deliberately.

To break the dream, he didn't know that he was dreaming, so he broke it unintentionally.

That being the case, when testing, the ability to control is still the ability to control.

Make dream breaking a passive he somehow has, a trait that only targets unconscious dreams.

A virtual reality, why break it? This will only make his anomalous influence appear larger.

He has figured out the urine nature of the Blue and White Society. The more normal his condition is and the more controllable his performance is, the more the Blue and White Society will treat him as a normal person.

It doesn't matter if it can't be explained, because the containment is inherently unexplainable. Who can explain why David was born without sleep? The Blue and White Society must have tried to understand it, but it was also certain that Mao hadn't worked it out.

Just passively break dreams, which means that he is a normal person most of the time, and only has the effect of spiritual resistance under certain circumstances.

Regardless of whether he was hiding something or not, the Lanbai Society would give him good treatment in this case, because he did not show any harm, and his character did not have any violent tendencies.

Although this was exploited by Mo Poor, he was very grateful that the order of this organization was king.

"We aborted the test. Although we have lowered the reality of the cold, if we continue, it is equivalent to pain simulation, willpower training... Mo Poor, are you willing to accept the real pain simulation?" Dr. Sang asked.

Mo Qiong asked in a daze, "A real simulation of pain?"

"Yes, I haven't found your spiritual resistance for the time being. Maybe it's because the sense of crisis is not enough. After all, deep diving nightmares are very painful." Dr. Sang said.

"Do you want to simulate the torture of infinite suffocation and super-strong water pressure?" Mo Poor said.

"No, the level of deep diving nightmare is too exciting. The level I mean is probably the level of elementary training in the regular willpower training of our members. If this level can't inspire your mind to resist, then There is no need to test a higher level, because the level of primary training is already comparable to most of the crisis pressure in reality." Dr. Sang said.

Mo Poor took a deep breath and said, "Then come on, I've experienced deep diving nightmares, are you still afraid of this?"

"You can think again, because this time we will create a sense of despair. If you are weak-willed, you may develop mental illness, but...we have professional psychological counseling..." Dr. Sang said.

"Desperation? Is this your member training program? I want to try it." Mo Poor said seriously, he really wanted to know the training program to cultivate the will of members.

"Okay, you close your eyes and it will start in about three seconds." Dr. Sang said.

When Mo Poor heard this, he closed his eyes again.

After counting silently for three seconds, I suddenly felt weak...

It was a very weak, sleepy feeling of weakness.

Then, he felt a cold pinch pinching his tail...it hurts...

"Tail? Why do I have a tail?"

Mo Poor is definitely not wrong. You can feel whether you have a tail. When a person really has a tail and the tail is pulled, he can deeply feel the feeling of the tail being pulled.

He forcefully opened his eyes, and was suddenly surprised to find that he was being lifted upside down in mid-air by a big hand pinching his tail with a clip.

It was a person, an uncle was smiling and grabbing his own tail, and slipped over a large plastic box.

"I'm... a mouse?" Mo Qiong stared into his small eyes, and could see his pink and tender body.

Pink and tender, without even hair, and even slightly translucent to see the meridians in the skin.

His body curled up, he couldn't even stretch his limbs, he looked like a newborn rat.

Pain, only pain, whether it is the cool wind blowing through the skin as thin as a cicada's wing, or the rough clamp hurting him, he can only bear it passively.

"Wow."

The uncle opened the plastic box and held him in.

"Am I a pet mouse? Is this the nest he prepared for me? Do I want to nest with a group of mice?" Mo Poor thought.

But he soon discovered that the so-called regular willpower training of members exceeded his expectations.

"Dinner is ready, Xiao Hei." The uncle said with a smile.

Mo Poor felt a piece of pliers and fell directly on the place full of sand. The rough sand made his pink skin covered with blood.

Then a cold feeling came over, and he was horrified to see a big snake entrenched not far away, spitting out a message to feel if there was something extra in the environment.

"Hastily..." Mo Poor looked at the hungry snake, feeling an unprecedented sense of fear enveloped him.

However, he couldn't even move, let alone stand up, even lying down.

He is just a fetal mouse, an existence born to feed snakes.

Extremely fragile, he tried his best, but he could only twist slightly, but this twist only showed that he was a living creature.

"呵呵..." The big snake seemed to have noticed him, slid and hit the plastic board, and then slid all the way along the plastic board.

Mo Poor was so weak that he couldn't even turn over. When the snake head was behind him, he couldn't even turn his head to look at it, he could only tremble.

How helpless a newborn fetus is in the face of a cold-blooded snake.

Run? If it doesn't exist, he is considered awesome if he can turn over.

Mo Poor, who is desperate to the extreme, is fortunate to know that this is a virtual reality, so he can constantly destroy this atmosphere of fear and maintain his sanity.

But the fear of jumping up and swallowing him without knowing when is still lingering.

If you want to end all of this, you just need to get rid of this illusion, but Mo Poor held back and insisted on going to the end, he chose it himself.

"You're so **** lazy, you're biting!" Mo Poor waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for the snake kiss.

But he can only see the tail of the snake, but not the head, and he can't predict when the cold result will pounce on him.

Just when he was trembling in this desperate atmosphere, the uncle became impatient and cursed: "Are you blind? Why can't you find it here? Eat quickly."

Mo Poor was stunned for a moment, and secretly scolded the snake for being blind. His body temperature was very close to the environment. Unless Xinzi touched him, it would be difficult for the snake to find him.

Just as I was thinking about it, I saw the snake slipping past the other end, and the cold scales rubbed against my back, but I couldn't find myself.

The stupid snake circled around the edge of the box, not knowing what it was looking for.

"Domestic snakes are..." Before Mo Poor could finish thinking, he felt a sharp pain, and then the world turned upside down.

It was the uncle who fiddled with him with a clip, forced him to turn over several times, rubbed away many stones, and hit the big snake's face.

"Ugh!" The strings in Mo Poor's heart stretched to the limit in an instant.

"Gah..." Seeing the snake bite him like lightning, his fear instantly soared to the extreme, but he couldn't do anything, he could only tremble wildly.

As soon as the snake mouth sucked, he sank into the stinky abyss, his body was crushed and crushed.

Everything happened in a blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, he jumped up from the chair, covered in sweat.

"Damn..." The coldness and pain still appeared on his body.

He is not afraid of snakes, but when he became a fetus, he saw the world from a different perspective. When he was a human, he never thought that snakes are so cold and disgusting.

There is also the fear of being picked up and sent to Shekou, as well as his own powerlessness, the creation of despair in the whole process is impossible for him to experience when he was a human.

Passing his body, Mo Poor sat back in his chair, trying to calm himself down.

At this moment, he feels extremely safe, which is the happiness of being born as a human being.

"Are you okay?" Dr. Sang asked.

"This is your willpower training? It's really... desperate..." Mo Poor said in a low voice.

Dr. Sang said: "In the face of a truly terrible containment, it will only be more desperate than this. Overcoming fear, not giving in to powerlessness, and maintaining fighting spirit in the most desperate moments are compulsory courses for members of the club."

"Is this still elementary? How about a higher level?" Mo Poor asked.

"You can still speak normally. In fact, I wanted to end it early several times, but I found that you have not reached the limit... Most members, after the first willpower training, their minds will be clouded , the performance will not be better than yours, your will is top-notch." Dr. Sang said with emotion.

"That's right...I don't want to do anything now, I just want to bask in the sun..." Mo Poor said the truth.

Dr. Sang said: "Yes, in fact, I am not going to continue. Your spiritual resistance will not be stimulated even under crisis pressure. Maybe it has something to do with whether you are sober."

"Let's talk about it later, I still have a lot of work to do, you follow my assistant to make a record, and then you can go."

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