Legend of the Cyber Heroes
Chapter 440 - 84: White Noise Enthusiasts

Chapter 440: Chapter 84: White Noise Enthusiasts

In front of Xiang Shan, countless pieces of data cascaded down like an avalanche. These 0s and 1s quickly formed dot matrix patterns. Stacked upon each other, they became numerous models.

Xiang Shan saw myriad design diagrams.

In this state, when he focused on a single diagram, countless details related to that diagram would flood his mind—this meant that the fundamental layer of his brain was synchronizing with a program to download and read relevant data from the network.

All of this was technological data from the past three decades.

"Oh!" "Native" floated behind "Eight," murmuring quietly in awe, "The technology now is even more advanced than I imagined. The quantum logic gate that can withstand the highest temperatures can work under normal pressure at 200K?"

"Yes, achieved through superconductivity. Liquid carbon dioxide can maintain the working temperature. But the flaw is that it’s incredibly difficult to produce, and the cost per chip is extremely high, making it nearly impossible to utilize on a large scale under current technological conditions."

"Aside from the two Scientific Knight Orders on Mars, even Genetic Bank Armed Military Officers and Scientific Knights are not allowed to manufacture or possess equipment capable of producing these types of quantum chips."

Eight nodded, "200K, just a mere negative sixty-something degrees, liquefied dry ice. That’s more in line with Hero’s requirements. I recall just eighty years ago; they were only a bit over 100 Kelvin."

"Yeah, but I’ve heard that now only a small number of Hero communities on Saturn produce these superconducting quantum chips, and the output is low. It’s very difficult for them to enter Earth as there are several procedures to go through, way too hard. Now it’s not even worth thinking about. Besides, the capacity limit of this thing isn’t as good as the technical route chosen by the government. It really sucks."

Now, Heroes and government had even started to intentionally create two parallel technological development tracks. Although they shared the same theoretical basis, Heroes explored "how to make a device work longer under worse conditions," while the government leaned toward "maximizing utilization in a short time."

Beyond pure theoretical research, the government would avoid investing efforts in standard temperature quantum logic gates. Scientific Knight Orders working on this topic shouldn’t expect to receive any funding. Similarly, resources gathered by Heroes would never be wasted on "how to enhance the capacity limit of quantum chips in low-temperature environments."

"Technology" has no will of its own; it’s merely a tool. And the shape of this "tool" is determined by the needs of those who create it.

"Alright, put away that tech geek facade. As delectable as the 200K superconducting quantum chip is, we can’t get it now. We need to focus and find ways to produce refrigerant."

"The prosthetic body’s thermal exchange circuit needs to be redesigned as well. Let’s see how the latest prosthetic bodies are laid out."

"The content is still not enough. We’ll have to figure out how to bypass that guy Hartman and find the designs that are in the interstellar network."

"Stop kidding. Three years ago we wiped out his team searching for the Eighth Martial God’s legacy, and then not long ago, we wiped out another one of his hit squads. I bet he’s going crazy right now. The security is at its strictest. The risk of exposure is just too high."

"Then look in the Earth networks. How many Hero communities discuss ’prosthetic body designs surpassing a major threshold?’ Search for related content."

Xiang Shan swiftly browsed through the massive amount of information.

About half an hour later, the world in Xiang Shan’s eyes became a bit blurry.

"You actually got distracted?" "Native" disapprovingly said, "Come on, buddy, pull it together."

"Interference... There’s too much noise in the environment." Eight patted his head, "How about going back to work in our own vehicle? It’s getting... a bit hard to adapt now?"

"What’s wrong?"

"As memories recover, it seems some bad habits are starting to show up as well." Eight explained, "The latter half of my life’s memories are too fragmented, so for a short time, some details will tend to revert to how they were when I was younger."

"Native" pondered, "Hm, it does feel a bit off. As if when we were young, working in a place filled with large equipment felt comforting. What was it... the smell of ozone mixed with pine resin?"

"Of course, and white noise."

"White noise is the most comforting of all."

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This was one of Zhu Xinyu’s earlier "profound impressions."

It must have been around the year 2031. At that time, she had just started living in the Rama Project’s compound, still wearing several electronic cuffs and staying in a collective dormitory, where her roommates were Monitors from other countries. She was watched while eating and sleeping, always followed by at least one person wherever she went.

When she went to work, one of her "roommates" would "escort" her there. Upon entering the room, the "roommate" would hand over a device that could activate some inhumane functions of the electronic cuffs to someone else, and there had to be a formal transfer using the equipment. It was the same when she returned to the dormitory.

Zhu Xinyu also knew that there were always cameras watching her in the compound.

It was exactly like being treated as a prisoner.

Or not exactly.

It was worse.

When resting, she always had to face an old man who would babble on and on. That old man... well, at least he wasn’t disgusting to listen to, and the attitude was amiable, but the content was unbearable.

It was actually "cultural lessons"!

That’s right, cultural lessons!

In a, United Nations’, Permanent members’, highly confidential project, she was being bombarded with cultural lessons! The old man even said that it was "Director Xiang" who asked him to do this. "Director Xiang" was his boss, and whatever the boss said had to be done, so please do give an old man this face.

All the troubles, originated from that self-proclaimed "scientist" scion!

Zhu Xinyu stared at the corner of the room. There, Xiang Shan was chatting up a bearded man from the Federation, the two leaning on each other, holding one side of a Bluetooth wireless headset each, whispering something.

They looked sleazy.

The reason Zhu Xinyu was alone was that within this building, Xiang Shan was her direct Monitor.

Just before, that bearded man from the Federation came over with a very retro audio player and had a quiet chat with Xiang Shan.

—They must be listening to something too embarrassing to play out loud...

Zhu Xinyu pursed her lips.

Just then, a woman with light-colored hair sat down beside Zhu Xinyu, patted her shoulder, and said, "Don’t be curious about that side. You understand? Normal people can’t comprehend that kind of peculiar taste. Don’t challenge your own values."

"Ah? Oh... Your Mandarin is very good..."