The power of calculation is the way of heaven, and the physical body is bitter and weak.
The world is frantically cutting off native organs and assembling killing prosthetics, just to beg for a little ether flow from the mastermind in the cloud.
Until Chen Ling dug out the taboo "Sequence Zero" from the scrap pile.
How thick is the armor of your robotic arm? Sorry, I directly physically invaded your power supply motherboard and overloaded it and burned it.
How tight is your chaebol firewall? Sorry, I disguised the malicious code as a benign patch to parasitize your underlying hub.
Pure flesh and blood, not inefficient garbage, but the most perfect physical firewall in the world!
From the ghost signals in the slums, to the dark network architecture of the near-cloud city, to the offline wasteland where the old gods sleep.
This is a dimensionality reduction attack that belongs to the underlying architects.
"No need to draw your gun, your prosthetic body has just opened the highest authority to me."
