Virtual Reality
"Virtual reality?" Mo Poor said to himself.
"As a young person, you should understand, right? Through neural sensing, various senses are directly transmitted to the brain, so that you don't need to actually see, hear, and touch, but you can also have vision, hearing, and touch..." Sang said the doctor.
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, and cannot be popularized explosively."
"Take the picture you see now, did you think David was next door at first?"
"In fact, the latest graphics card for a computer 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 is divided into more than ten generations. Sent to the community..."
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 what he was thinking, and said with a smile: "The newest one comes out, hundreds of thousands a piece, do you buy it? The development of science and technology cannot be stopped, but society needs time to adapt. Well, the world economy has countless people worrying about it." , you just need to answer now, are you willing to accept the virtual reality test."
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 belongs to the multi-faceted side of the absolute hit feature. Breaking dreams is a kind of spiritual resistance.
However, virtual reality is not like dreaming.
Dreaming is not knowing that you are dreaming, so when you breathe, you directly use the real substance 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 do we do this?"
Mo Poor thought about it, but he already agreed.
He always has to do it. If he doesn't do it, these people will just keep suspicious and monitor him.
Instead of this, it is better to fight.
Soon, the previous 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 what?" 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 Qiong sighed, and then said: "The ancient city of Jingjue."
"..." Dr. Sang paused again and said, "Fantasy places are 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 then felt gusts of cold wind, icy cold.
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.
After about a minute, when he blinked again, he was back in that room again, and he was still sitting on the chair.
Only the bone-chilling coldness remained in his body, which was slowly subsiding.
"How...how?" Mo Poor asked, rubbing his body.
He didn't break through this illusion. When he said about Mars, he thought it through: don't deliberately pretend.
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 his inexplicably passive, a feature only for unconscious dreams.
A virtual reality, what's the purpose of breaking 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 even 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.
No matter whether he is hiding something or not, the Lanbai Club will give him good treatment in this case, because he has not exploded any harm, and his character has no violent tendencies.
Although this was taken advantage of by Mo Poor, he was very grateful that the order of this organization was king.
"We stopped 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 pain simulation?"
"Yes, I haven't found your spiritual resistance for the time being. Maybe 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 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 it's not necessary The level of testing is higher, 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, and I'm 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 the words, he closed his eyes again.
Counted silently for three seconds, and suddenly felt weak...
It was an extremely weak, sleepy feeling of weakness.
Immediately afterwards, he felt a cold pinch clamping his tail...it hurts...
"Tail? How 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 opened his eyes forcefully, and was surprised to find that he was being picked up by a big hand holding his tail with a clip, and was hanging upside down in the air.
It was a person, an uncle was smiling and grabbing his own tail, and slipping over a large plastic box.
"I'm... a mouse?" Mo Poor stared at his small eyes, and could see his pink 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 was the cool wind blowing through the skin as thin as a cicada's wing, or the rough clamp hurting him, he could only bear it passively.
"Crash."
The uncle opened the plastic box and held him in.
"Am I a pet mouse? This is the nest he prepared for me? 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 smiled.
Mo Poor felt the pliers, and fell directly on the place full of sand. The rough sand made his pink skin covered with blood.
Immediately after the cold feeling hit, 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.
He was so fragile that 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 look back, only trembling.
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 the atmosphere of fear and maintain his sanity.
But the fear of jumping up and swallowing him without knowing when is still lingering.
To end all of this, the only thing to do is to break this illusion, but Mo Poor held back and insisted on going to the end, he chose it himself.
"You are so lazy, you are 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 come.
When he was 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 he was thinking about it, he saw the snake slipping past the other end, and the cold scales rubbed against his back, but he couldn't find himself.
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.
"Uh!" The strings in Mo Poor's heart were stretched to the limit in an instant.
"Gah..." Seeing the snake bite him like lightning, the fear instantly soared to the extreme, but he couldn't do anything, he could only tremble violently.
As soon as the Shekou sucked it out, he sank into the stinky abyss, his body was squeezed and crushed.
Everything happened in a flash.
In the blink of an eye again, 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 despair created in the whole process is impossible for him to experience when he was a human being.
Passing his body, Mo Poor sat back in his chair, trying to calm himself down.
At this moment, he felt extremely safe, which was the happiness of being a human being.
"Are you okay?" Dr. Sang asked.
"This is your willpower training? It's really... desperate enough..." Mo Poor said in a low voice.
Dr. Sang said: "In the face of a truly terrifying containment, it will only be more desperate than this. Overcoming fear, not succumbing to powerlessness, and maintaining fighting spirit in the most desperate moment is a compulsory course 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 found that you have not reached the limit... Most of the members, after facing the willpower training for the first time, will cast a shadow on their minds and will not perform well. Better than you, your will is top-notch." Dr. Sang said with emotion.
"Really...I don't want to do anything now, I just want to enjoy the sun..." Mo Poor spoke 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 awake or not."
"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."
Virtual Reality
"Virtual reality?" Mo Poor said to himself.
"As a young person, you should understand, right? Through neural sensing, various senses are directly transmitted to the brain, so that you don't need to actually see, hear, and touch, but you can also have vision, hearing, and touch..." Sang said the doctor.
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, and cannot be popularized explosively."
"Take the picture you see now, did you think David was next door at first?"
"In fact, the latest graphics card for a computer 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 is divided into more than ten generations. Sent to the community..."
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 what he was thinking, and said with a smile: "The newest one comes out, hundreds of thousands a piece, do you buy it? The development of science and technology cannot be stopped, but society needs time to adapt. Well, the world economy has countless people worrying about it." , you just need to answer now, are you willing to accept the virtual reality test."
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 belongs to the multi-faceted side of the absolute hit feature. Breaking dreams is a kind of spiritual resistance.
However, virtual reality is not like dreaming.
Dreaming is not knowing that you are dreaming, so when you breathe, you directly use the real substance 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 do we do this?"
Mo Poor thought about it, but he already agreed.
He always has to do it. If he doesn't do it, these people will just keep suspicious and monitor him.
Instead of this, it is better to fight.
Soon, the previous 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 what?" 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 Qiong sighed, and then said: "The ancient city of Jingjue."
"..." Dr. Sang paused again and said, "Fantasy places are 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 then felt gusts of cold wind, icy cold.
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.
After about a minute, when he blinked again, he was back in that room again, and he was still sitting on the chair.
Only the bone-chilling coldness remained in his body, which was slowly subsiding.
"How...how?" Mo Poor asked, rubbing his body.
He didn't break through this illusion. When he said about Mars, he thought it through: don't deliberately pretend.
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 his inexplicably passive, a feature only for unconscious dreams.
A virtual reality, what's the purpose of breaking 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 even 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.
No matter whether he is hiding something or not, the Lanbai Club will give him good treatment in this case, because he has not exploded any harm, and his character has no violent tendencies.
Although this was taken advantage of by Mo Poor, he was very grateful that the order of this organization was king.
"We stopped 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 pain simulation?"
"Yes, I haven't found your spiritual resistance for the time being. Maybe 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 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 it's not necessary The level of testing is higher, 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, and I'm 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 the words, he closed his eyes again.
Counted silently for three seconds, and suddenly felt weak...
It was an extremely weak, sleepy feeling of weakness.
Immediately afterwards, he felt a cold pinch clamping his tail...it hurts...
"Tail? How 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 opened his eyes forcefully, and was surprised to find that he was being picked up by a big hand holding his tail with a clip, and was hanging upside down in the air.
It was a person, an uncle was smiling and grabbing his own tail, and slipping over a large plastic box.
"I'm... a mouse?" Mo Poor stared at his small eyes, and could see his pink 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 was the cool wind blowing through the skin as thin as a cicada's wing, or the rough clamp hurting him, he could only bear it passively.
"Crash."
The uncle opened the plastic box and held him in.
"Am I a pet mouse? This is the nest he prepared for me? 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 smiled.
Mo Poor felt the pliers, and fell directly on the place full of sand. The rough sand made his pink skin covered with blood.
Immediately after the cold feeling hit, 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.
He was so fragile that 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 look back, only trembling.
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 the atmosphere of fear and maintain his sanity.
But the fear of jumping up and swallowing him without knowing when is still lingering.
To end all of this, the only thing to do is to break this illusion, but Mo Poor held back and insisted on going to the end, he chose it himself.
"You are so lazy, you are 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 come.
When he was 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 he was thinking about it, he saw the snake slipping past the other end, and the cold scales rubbed against his back, but he couldn't find himself.
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.
"Uh!" The strings in Mo Poor's heart were stretched to the limit in an instant.
"Gah..." Seeing the snake bite him like lightning, the fear instantly soared to the extreme, but he couldn't do anything, he could only tremble violently.
As soon as the Shekou sucked it out, he sank into the stinky abyss, his body was squeezed and crushed.
Everything happened in a flash.
In the blink of an eye again, 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 despair created in the whole process is impossible for him to experience when he was a human being.
Passing his body, Mo Poor sat back in his chair, trying to calm himself down.
At this moment, he felt extremely safe, which was the happiness of being a human being.
"Are you okay?" Dr. Sang asked.
"This is your willpower training? It's really... desperate enough..." Mo Poor said in a low voice.
Dr. Sang said: "In the face of a truly terrifying containment, it will only be more desperate than this. Overcoming fear, not succumbing to powerlessness, and maintaining fighting spirit in the most desperate moment is a compulsory course 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 found that you have not reached the limit... Most of the members, after facing the willpower training for the first time, will cast a shadow on their minds and will not perform well. Better than you, your will is top-notch." Dr. Sang said with emotion.
"Really...I don't want to do anything now, I just want to enjoy the sun..." Mo Poor spoke 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 awake or not."
"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."
