The blue light of the quantum server was very much like the data storm that devoured everything in 2077. Wu Yu stared at the holographic projection suspended in front of him, and the cold sweat on his fingertips slid along the palm lines and into the calluses on his palms - it was a souvenir of moving servers when he first arrived at Xinghuan as an intern. The temperature of the core cabin was constant at 22°C, but the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, not because of the cold, but because the consciousness projection of Su's father, Su Mingyuan, was standing three meters away, wearing the white uniform of Xinghuan's chief scientist three years ago. Even the coffee stains on the cuffs were exactly the same as the old photos on Su Li's phone.
"Xiao Wu, right?" Su Mingyuan in the projection pushed up his non-existent glasses, his voice carrying a slight lag unique to quantum transmission, "Su Li often mentioned you to me, saying that your brain spins faster than Xinghuan's supercomputer."
Wu Yu didn't answer, and glanced at the data stream beating on the side of the server. Those green code strings wrap around the core program of the "collective consciousness cloud" like poisonous snakes, and each flash represents an extracted fragment of human consciousness. His left hand unconsciously touched his waist - there was the nerve blocker developed by Su Li hidden there. As long as the switch was pressed, the server would be overloaded and collapse within thirty seconds, and all imprisoned consciousness would be annihilated with the data, including the living "Father Su" in front of him; but if no action was taken, Deep Blue Capital could complete the initial construction of the consciousness cloud within seventy-two hours.
