Super Optical Brain System

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Usually, there will be a laser-printed mark on the outer layer of the optical brain chip, indicating which company produced which model.

But this optical brain is a dark piece without any marks, which is the same virtue as the self-made optical brain in Jiang Xia's head.

Of course, the deceased's optical brain is much more upscale than Jiang Xia's other-brand optical brains. It is extremely finely polished, like a handicraft, and it feels warm to the touch when held in the hand.

Not to mention the millions of dense optical fiber transmission systems, I really don't know what kind of technology can connect so many optical fibers to human brain neurons.

There is no doubt that this is an optical brain dedicated to warriors, which can be distinguished from the size and structure of the optical brain chip.

At present, the combat-type optical brain commonly used by the Earth Federation is the 1158 model produced by Siemens. The price of each 1158 model is as high as 650 million federal dollars, which is equivalent to Jiangxia's 670 seven-year salary.

The optical brain of the deceased is obviously of a higher grade, so the selling price should be more expensive.

"A martial artist who can afford such an advanced optical brain must have some background, right? Maybe he is a big shot." Jiang Xia murmured in his heart.

The human brain has very powerful logic and thinking ability, but it is far behind the computer in terms of calculation and memory.

Therefore, scientists came up with a way of combining man and machine, implanting an auxiliary optical brain in the human brain.

As early as the age of the earth, human beings were known for using multiple languages, English, Chinese, Spanish, French, German, and thousands of languages, which brought huge obstacles to human communication.

As human beings explore the universe, new galactic languages ​​are constantly being born, so that even the most intelligent language geniuses in the world cannot master all of them.

The optical brain solved this problem in one fell swoop.

Whether it is human language or the language of other alien races, it can be analyzed and processed by the optical brain in real time, and the language can be seamlessly connected in the brain.

And this is just one of the countless powerful functions provided by the optical brain.

The optical brain used by warriors is more powerful, it can assist in training, memorize combat experience, analyze escape routes, and so on.

Jiang Xia cleaned the advanced combat optical brain, put it in a plastic bag, and came to Old Qiao An's office.

At this moment, Joan was putting his feet up on the desk, holding a bottle of Jack Daniel's whiskey in his hand, with a drunken look.

In the era of the big universe, immigrants always love the specialties of their hometowns. Immigrants from China always have Laoganma, FL mustard, Pixian bean paste, white rabbit toffee and other things in their homes.

Joe Anzu is an American immigrant, his favorite is Jack Daniels, and Marlboro.

Qiao An is over 80 years old this year, with a fat body, a head taller than Jiang Xia, and four times his weight. No matter where he goes, he always has a belly, silver hair, and a red rosacea nose.

Although Joan is addicted to alcohol, he tastes good. When he drinks too much, he sleeps on the table, snoring loudly. The only embarrassing problem is that he has the habit of drooling while sleeping.

"It's good to be young. After an anatomy operation, you don't need to rest at all, but I can't do it." Qiao An glanced at Jiang Xia who walked in, and said with narrowed eyes.

While speaking, Qiao An threw a small red box from his hand and threw it to Jiang Xia.

shuh~
Jiang Xia spread out his right hand to catch it.

What Qiao An threw to him was a box of pods, not the Marlboro brand that Qiao An smoked himself, but the Zhonghua brand that Jiang Xia liked, a red box with two golden Chinese characters on it, and a golden watch in the middle.

A box of [-] Zhonghua brand pods costs [-] federal dollars, which is five times more expensive than the Nanjing brand pods that Jiang Xia smokes every day. It is very luxurious for Jiang Xia, except that occasionally old Qiao An will Except for giving him a box, he would never pay for it himself.

"Thanks."

While talking, Jiang Xia took out the electronic pipe from his pocket.

slap~
Push the switch on the top of the pod with your fingers, and then use two fingers to lightly pinch out a pod that looks like a black pill. With a flick of your fingers, the pod rolls into the electronic pipe as if following Jiang Xia's order.

Immediately, he bit the pipe in his mouth and skillfully exhaled a puff of blue smoke.

Nowadays, no one smokes real cigarettes. Firstly, real cigarettes are expensive, and secondly, cigarettes are not good for health.

And this kind of e-cigarette pod with the taste of cigarettes is neither addictive nor harmful to the body. The advanced chemical formula of the pod can provide the nerve-soothing effect brought by nicotine, which is very popular in the era of the big universe. way of pastime.

Jiang Xia took a few puffs of cigarettes, and put the warrior-specific optical brain on Old Qiao An's desk.

"What a special optical brain." Qiao An was slightly taken aback, staring at the optical brain on the table, and said in surprise.

As a surgeon who no longer entered the dissecting room, Joan could still see the difference of this optical brain at a glance.

"So, he is a warrior?"

Jiang Xia nodded and said: "Well, he is also a tough guy. When the enemy attacked, he used super-frequency concussion shells, which caused the rapid failure of his internal organs, but he insisted on climbing into the escape cabin from the command room. Unfortunately, even the escape The pod was also destroyed, and he couldn't escape in the end."

Joan sighed softly, showing regret, raised the bottle in his hand and said: "No matter what, a tough guy is always worthy of admiration, let's respect this warrior."

Joan took a sip of wine, wiped his mouth, and stroked the chip in his hand, with a serious expression.

The Earth Federation was able to develop from a backward and barren planet to where it is today, thanks to the tough guy spirit that never admits defeat.

The Earth Federation worships tough guys, and Joan was a little emotional when he heard the story of the deceased desperately trying to survive.

Jiang Xia stared at the optical brain, his eyes were caught by Qiao An, he asked with a smile: "Why? Are you very interested in this thing?"

Jiang Xia nodded, "Well, this is the first time I have seen such a sophisticated combat optical brain."

Qiao An smiled, threw the optical brain to Jiang Xia casually, and said disapprovingly: "The optical brain is bound to the master's genetic information, there is no way to decipher it, so what if it is advanced? Once the owner dies, the optical brain will change. It’s useless, he’s not from Earth anyway, no one will come to investigate, since you like it, keep it as a souvenir.”

Qiao An was single all his life and had no family. The leader granted him permission to live in a small suite on the second floor of the appraisal center.

Jiang Xia lives next to Old Qiao An, a small room of about ten square meters, which used to be a utility room, the room is small and simple, only a table, a chair, a cabinet, and a bed.

Back in the room, Jiang Xia sat on the bed and smoked another pod.

The taste of Zhonghua pods is rich and pure, and you get what you pay for. There is still a big gap between Nanjing and Zhonghua at 12 yuan a box.

It is said that if the pods produced by the Earth General Factory will taste better than those produced by the major colonial factories, but unfortunately, it is expensive to transport the pods from the distant earth to Beta Star, and the original Zhonghua brand is cheaper than the factory. It is more than ten times more expensive to produce.

Not to mention the low-income class like Jiang Xia, even Old Qiao An himself is reluctant to smoke Marlboro, the original factory of the earth.

After smoking the pod, Jiang Xia put the electronic pipe on the bedside table, got into the space quilt, and told the central control system to turn off the lights with a voice, and the system was adjusted to night mode.

Jiang Xia reached out and took out an e-book from under the pillow, opened it, and turned to the page she read last night.

This is a theoretical book about the nervous system, and the content is boring, but Jiang Xia read it with gusto. He can become an outstanding surgeon at such a young age, which has a lot to do with his secret hard work.

It's a pity that Jiang Xia's skills are amazing even to old Qiao An, but he has no chance to get a doctor's license.

After all, to become a doctor, you must first be admitted to medical school, and Jiang Xia is completely self-taught.

After a long time, Jiang Xia lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, still holding the rare combat optical brain in his hand.

Jiang Xia couldn't help thinking, how many secrets are hidden in this small optical brain?
Where was the dead warrior, where was he born, what kind of martial arts he had cultivated, how many battles he had participated in, and how many dangers he had encountered in the battles?
Who has he loved, whom has he hated, who has he admired, whether he has family and children, his entire life is all contained in this little optical brain.

"It would be great if I could open this optical brain and take a look." Jiang Xia said to himself, then closed his eyes.

Strangely, when Jiang Xia closed his eyes, he saw a white progress bar in the dark.

The progress bar is displayed like this, "Current cracking progress, one percent"

(End of this chapter)