Biochip

In a cramped attic, a pallid fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy was half leaning against the wooden wall.

The fresh blood flowing from the back of his head soaked the wooden boards behind him and dripped onto the floor, causing his black hair to stick together in strands.

Sitting in a pool of blood, the pungent smell of blood mixed with the original smell of the room, filling the entire room with a strange odor that made people want to vomit.

I don't know how long I have been lying here. The pale young man who was half leaning against the wall suddenly moved his eyelids and fingers.

His head hurt so much that he felt weak all over.

When Raymond woke up from a coma, he struggled to open his eyes. In his blurred vision, a cramped room appeared.

On a hardwood bed, the bedding was messy and emitted a faint odor.

On a table that could barely be called a table, there was a lamp emitting dim light.

Raymond, who was half leaning against the wall, saw the attic window in front of him. He could see the faint firelight outside and hear the sound of burning wood.

He turned his neck slightly to see everything clearly, but the sharp pain from the back of his brain made Raymond groan, and then his eyes whitened and he fainted again.

I don't know how long it took. When Raymond woke up again, he had some memories that did not belong to him at all.

There was a boy without a name who was born with some intellectual disabilities.

In the fragmented memories, this boy had lived here since childhood, doing chores such as serving tea, passing water, and cleaning. He was a servant born without freedom.

This room was his little den. The boy had no impression of the whole world. His existence was to provide labor for an old man.

The boy who had never left the hut was familiar with an area within about 100 meters of this hut.

Also living in this hut were a fat cook and a physically strong but not very smart coachman.

Bearing the pain from the back of his brain, Raymond slowly sat up, leaned against the wall, and walked to the only window in the room. In his sight, there was a raging fire. The entire courtyard was dim and vague under the firelight.

The stable was almost completely burned down, and the luxurious carriage parked outside the stable was left with only thick metal frames.

Further away, it was endless darkness. The wind carried a stench and burnt smell, and there was a buzzing sound like insects flapping their wings.

"A mentally handicapped servant? Did I cross over? I remember I was just reclassifying those Japanese adult movies..." Raymond muttered with a bewildered expression, stroking his forehead, and looking around the cramped room again.

Thick logs, dark rooms, quaint lamp shapes, everything was unfamiliar.

The clothes he wore were neither hemp nor cloth, rough and uncomfortable.

Raymond, who was cold, had to reluctantly accept this fact.

After digesting the memory a little, in the memory of this originally a somewhat intellectually disabled boy, the last thing he saw was a gloomy face. This person seemed to have come here in the evening and was warmly welcomed by the old man.

But this person suddenly smashed something in his hand on the back of the boy's head.

Rubbing the sticky feeling on the back of his brain, Raymond understood that this guy came to kill.

"Did this mentally handicapped servant provoke him?" Raymond habitually rubbed his temples with his fingers, feeling a little depressed.

'Beep!' A long chirp echoed in Raymond's ears.

Raymond, who was a little annoyed and unbearable, suddenly woke up completely from this trance state.

"Personal genetic chip HX278060 at your service! Manufactured by Huaxia Company, supervised by the Artificial Intelligence Monitoring Department of the Earth Federation."

A magnetic sweet female voice sounded in his mind.

Hearing this voice, Raymond was not flustered at all. He knew that as an Earthling, every person would be given this benefit at birth. The current sound was the personal genetic chip implanted, which would only appear the first time it was activated.

This kind of personal genetic chip developed in the 23rd century, every Earthling has a genetic chip. Although the function is single, it is indispensable for Earthlings who can already travel between planets.

Recording, analyzing, storing, and keeping up with the breakthroughs of personal genes, the genetic chip will continuously improve its computing speed to assist human evolution at the genetic level based on the physical condition of the chip itself.

Directly implanted in personal genes, the chip is like a personal brain. Although it does not have intelligence, the recording function of the chip can completely record everything within sight, including sounds, images, and even smells.

The analysis function is basic logical modeling and analysis through mathematics and physics to generate calculation or inference results, which are automatically entered into the storage area.

The storage capacity accompanies the growth of personal genes and can store thousands of hours of 3D images. For Earthlings entering the interstellar age, such chips can completely liberate humans from the learning process and make everyone a forgetful scholar.

Taking a deep breath, leaning against the wall, and looking at the big fire outside the window, Raymond needed time to digest this fact. Since even his genetic chip was brought here, his genes must also have been brought to this strange world and become part of his current body.

"Please name the chip!" The sweet voice continued to echo in his mind.

"One!"

"Naming successful, chip system restarting..." The sweet female voice stopped abruptly.

Raymond was very annoyed because, with the restart of the chip, the hundreds of thousands of hours of Japanese adult action movies stored in the chip storage area would also disappear forever. It seemed that the current crossing was closely related to the data copy he used the chip's fast storage function at that time.

After the chip restarts, the chip will also become an inseparable part of his brain, and the voice will change to the current beep instead of the sweet female voice.

Knowing nothing about this strange world, the original owner of this body was just a servant with a body but low intelligence. The only deep impression in this body was the old man with white hair and magical powers that could make the boy suffer unbearably when he made a mistake.

'Beep! Beep! Beep!'

After three long chirps, Raymond knew that the chip had completed the restart. Letting his body relax, Raymond issued a command in his heart: "Check body status!"

A three-dimensional model appeared in Raymond's mind, and the waterfall-like numbers flashed rapidly in his vision.

"Minor skull fracture at the back of the head, expected to heal in 132 hours..."

'Alarm! Alarm! Unknown toxins detected in the body, expected to paralyze the subject in 198 hours!'

Startled, Raymond opened his eyes and stared blankly at the still-open window, stunned.

In eight days, would I die?

Raymond, who was a little speechless, had not yet fully digested the surprise of having a chip and was immediately hit by this sudden bad news.

The mechanical chip voice did not react at all to such bad news. It faithfully fed back all the information around Raymond that it could detect into his mind.

Having probably crossed over with his genes and chip, Raymond needed time to digest it all.

Because the original owner of this body was almost a blank sheet of paper, his trivial memories did not contain any useful information. Without information, the chip could only establish a complete database after supplementing information about this world.

"Maybe this toxin is not as serious as the chip detected."

Silently comforting himself, looking at the fire spreading from the stable and threatening to ignite this hut, Raymond dragged his soft body towards the door.

Raymond's gloomy attic was located on the top floor of the hut. Leaning against the wall, he slowly moved his body. When Raymond passed the second floor, he saw the corpse lying on the floor of the corridor.

The fat cook's body was cut cleanly in half, and her white brain pulp was mixed with broken organs and blood, staining the walls dark brown like tofu brains.

Carefully avoiding the cook's corpse, Raymond came down the stairs to the front door. Only then did he see the sturdy coachman. He should have died here at the gate, but only half of his sturdy thighs were left.

It seemed that he wanted to escape from the hut, but the coachman facing down on the floor of the room, only the half legs on the floor were intact, and the rest of his body had become white bones hanging with scattered flesh and blood.

Outside the door, countless black-winged insects were crawling on his skeleton and chewing, and the crunching sound of chewing could still be heard.

Wanting to carefully observe the situation outside the door, Raymond's mind suddenly came the warning sound of No. 1: "Warning! Warning! Unknown toxins detected, diffusion range exceeds 50 cm, stay away immediately!"

The chip warning sound that suddenly sounded made Raymond startle and quickly take two steps back. But in a panic, Raymond knocked over a vase behind him. Accompanied by the bang of the vase falling to the ground, a hoarse, elderly voice echoed in Raymond's ears.

"Come to my room!"

The hoarse, elderly voice sounded abruptly, and Raymond unconsciously straightened up and shouted, "Yes!"

The instinctive reaction of the original body. This unintentional answer made Raymond's scalp explode. He knew he had made a mistake.

"Hurry up!"

The oppressive and elderly voice finished speaking and then coughed violently. The muffled roar from his chest was like an old exhaust fan lacking lubricating oil.

Turning away from the door, Raymond silently commanded the chip in his heart. The enlarged images of insects appeared in his vision.

Only two millimeters long, the enlarged black lice could be seen with their sharp mouthparts, with countless sharp teeth. Under the gnawing of such mouthparts, the coachman's skeleton was bitten out of fine holes.

Countless such insects seemed to be blocked by the door and could not enter the door. They waved their wings and made a buzzing sound, noisy and harsh.

Walking into the deepest room in the hut along the corridor in front of the door, Raymond stood at the door, stunned.

The spacious room was in disarray, with everything out of its original position and filled with a pungent odor.

Glancing around, the old man sitting in the corner of the room entered Raymond's sight.

"Hmm, strange smell, inexplicable mental fluctuations. You are not my servant. What's your name?" The hoarse, elderly voice sounded very weak.

Wearing a white robe, the old man looked very painful. His body sat up straight there, his body flickering with a strange glow like gray rock, which was somewhat weird under the lamp light in the room.

"Raymond."

Frankly answering the old man's question, Raymond silently commanded the chip. "Investigate this person's data."

In Raymond's pupils appeared numerous blood-red filaments. As the chip began to probe, a 3D model appeared before Raymond's eyes.

But unlike a normal person, the lower half of this body model showed in the chip probe results that only the waist and above were human flesh, while the part below the waist turned out to be stone.

"The probed object has a disordered energy field surrounding it, danger!" No. 1's mechanical voice echoed in Raymond's mind. In his 3D human model, the rocky part was still gradually spreading upward.

The waterfall-like data was still constantly refreshing, but Raymond's face had completely changed.

"Strange little guy, what's it like to come back to life?"

"Headache, weak all over."

Raymond's honest answer made the old man laugh out loud. But under Zhao Tianxing's gaze, the clothes on his lower abdomen kept changing color into the color of rocks.

The old man sitting there had a weird look that made Raymond feel unnatural. Subconsciously, Raymond added: "This is not my world!"

"And," Looking at the old man's eyes as if looking at a monster, Raymond hesitantly said his question: "I was also poisoned and won't live for a week."

The old man narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at Raymond until he felt uncomfortable all over, then withdrew his gaze and slowly said, "Want to hear a story?"