Chapter 346: 165 True Cross-server Chat [Important Plot Point]
The world after death referred to a rather special “sight” in the Free Federation, the third strongest nation in the Galaxy.
Initially, it existed as a way for the wealthy class to extend their lives.
Decades ago, ignoring human rights organizations’ objections, the Free Federation exploited a legislative loophole and created a fictional world where human post-mortem consciousness could directly exist—Bright Lamp Star.
Simply put,
when a rich person felt their life was nearing its end and could not use telore soothing agents or other technologies to extend life, they could personally co to the Free Federation for a brain excision surgery, allowing their brain to survive in a specially made container transford into a personal biological computer.
With their consciousness based on their brain, they connected to a vibrant and incredibly stable fictional planet, Bright Lamp Star.
In this world, by purchasing different levels of VIP access, they could enjoy different life experiences.
Of course, VIP access was ti-sensitive and required regular renewal to continue enjoying premium services.
The Free Federation launched this project to attract interstellar wealthy individuals for capital transfer.
In the first few years, the project indeed attracted a large number of the wealthy, but soon various ethical issues surfaced.
Did a brain surviving alone count as surviving?
To extend the existence of the consciousness of the wealthy, ongoing external wealth flow was needed, but once their wealth was inherited by their children, would the children be willing to pay the high costs?
So rather ironic incidents even occurred.
So wealthy individuals chose to hand over their assets to a relevant foundation for managent to ensure the survival of their lives, and their children tried every ans to completely terminate the brain’s life to successfully inherit the assets in the end.
With similar problems erupting one after another, this project transferred from the spotlight to the backstage.
At the current ti Yang Ming found himself, there were still plenty of living conscious minds inhabiting Bright Lamp Star.
In the “Abyss” ga, the world after death—Bright Lamp Star—had encountered a crisis.
It was an epic team dungeon of the Free Federation camp, considered sowhat famous in the “Abyss” ga process.
Yang Ming’s decision to et a “suspected fellow countryman” here was clearly well-considered.
Firstly, they couldn’t access the core server of the world after death, which was physically isolated, made of individual brains transford into biological computers.
What they could access was the peripheral sights of Bright Lamp Star, providing a “visit” function in the Virtual Space Port.
Secondly, to access the Bright Lamp Star’s periphery, they had to use “Deep Holography Technology,” wear holographic helts, and turn thoughts and consciousness into data, which then condensed into “decoy samples” for interaction on Bright Lamp Star.
The world after death was a world of data.
In the data world, the goddess, Lyu, had a relatively distinct advantage.
At this mont, Yang Ming, in a temporary city on the Sherman Empire’s Resource Star, disguised himself as an old man, wore a holographic helt, and entered Bright Lamp Star under Lyu’s protection, forming a virtual image of a blond handso man.
Double disguise, intimate protection.
Lyu hid in the corner of Yang Ming’s vision, ready to remind him at any ti.
Yang Ming paid three thousand New Federation Coins, purchased a eting room, and modified the eting room’s password question to:
Due to ga settings, what is the effective killing range of a standard laser gun?
The answer was 120 ters.
About half an hour later, a knock ca on the eting room door, with the password verified correctly.
“Co in.”
As Yang Ming’s voice fell, he unconsciously held his breath, focusing on the door that slowly opened.
Soon, a woman with long dark blue hair walked in, giving Yang Ming a gentle smile.
In the corner of Yang Ming’s vision, Lyu pushed against her sides with both hands, instantly popping up a few reminders.
[Boss, there are traces of data disguise, the data processing technology is quite good, but based on subtle habitual movents in walking, it can be determined that in reality, this should be a man.]
[Has been located, they’re logged in at Minter City, the capital of the New Federation.]
[Their technical team is surveilling here, also investigating your identity, Boss, the forged identity docunt of ours has been stolen by them.]
[The style of their actions resembles the Central Intelligence Agency.]
Central Intelligence Agency?
Damn, could it be “Rebirth in the Central Intelligence Agency”?
Yang Ming inwardly complained but instantly subdued his thoughts, standing up imdiately to confront the woman.
Their eyes locked.
Yang Ming seemingly saw the image of a tall man behind this woman;
Allison seemingly saw the image of an old, battered man behind this blond handso man.
The two exchanged a knowing and restrained smile and simultaneously made an inviting gesture.
Yang Ming switched the simulated eting room from scenery browsing mode to closed communication mode and proactively reminded: “Certain data will remain here, we cannot ntion so sensitive issues.”
“Relax,” said the woman, “my team will perform data cleanup, in the data world, we’re free. What should I call you?”
They were using the Galaxy Universal Language.
Yang Ming: “Pikachu.”
“I’m called Gamma,” Allison calmly replied, “of course, this isn’t my real na now.”
Yang Ming nodded imperceptibly and imdiately cut to the chase: “I need to verify your identity.”
“Go ahead,” Allison spread her hands, “do whatever you want.”
Yang Ming asked: “How many years has ‘Abyss’ been running?”
“Five years.”
“What was the expansion pack called before the Ninth Natural Disaster expansion pack was released?”
Allison thought for a mont: “The Shattered Mirror, the main plot talks about artificial intelligence going out of control extended from a mirrored virtual world.”
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