"Fuck, don't insult idioms, okay? That's called perfect harmony!"
Sun Jack, with a look of distaste, shoved the empty bowl into the other person's arms. "Go get Linda Linda for me, I need to talk to her."
"Oh, okay."
It wasn't long before Linda Linda entered, hovering on a drone beneath her feet and dressed in a sharp office lady ensemble that gave her an air of sophistication. "Boss, you wanted to see me?"
Sun Jack, with a slight frown, rubbed his head and leaned back a bit. "How's it going with the Poet?"
Before heading to Emola, Sun Jack had assigned Linda Linda to handle the Poet's reception. Although the Poet was impressive, Sun Jack didn't dare to employ him before getting the full picture.
That was also the reason why he didn't take the Poet with him to Emola.
"I've got a pretty good understanding by now—after sleeping with him a few times, I got to know pretty much everything I could." Linda Linda said, moving behind Sun Jack and skillfully massaging his scalp.
"Isn't his body female? How could you sleep with him?"
"Who says a woman can't sleep with another? Boss, your views are really outdated." Along with the slight electric discharge from Linda Linda's nails, Sun Jack felt a tingling comfort on his scalp.
"Forget it, whatever, do as you like. All I want is intelligence. Tell me, what's the lowdown on this guy?" Sun Jack closed his eyes.
"Boss, you've seen the Poet's brain, haven't you?" Linda Linda asked.
Upon hearing this, Sun Jack recalled the swollen, deformed brain submerged in liquid and riddled with chips. "I've seen it."
"I had Xiao Ting take a look, and it turns out that the Poet's pineal gland, cerebellum, and pituitary brainstem have all been significantly modified, allowing him to adapt better to data transmission and significantly enhance his focus, which is why he can easily control the bodies of botnets."
"And that's not all, there seem to have been several modifications to his brain, including some hacker chips. Simply put, he has a super brain—impressive in every aspect."
"Most of his brain's computing power is used for multitasking in different VR games, with less than 3% dedicated to everyday conversation, so he seems a bit dull, and his thinking processes are not quite like ordinary people's."
After listening to the explanation, Sun Jack nodded. "Is that so? Now that that nitwit is helping out, did you check his memories?"
"Yes, we checked. According to Xiao Ting's observation of his brain, he seems to think that memories related to this part of his brain were taking up too much memory, so he deleted them all, freeing up space to store his past creations—some messy poems and rap pieces."
"Poems?" Sun Jack asked cautiously, "Hold on, what's mostly the content of these poems? Could they be hiding information using some special method?"
Facing a Poet who could be detained in Consciousness Prison Number 3, Sun Jack felt one couldn't be too careful.
Linda Linda shook her head. "No, most of the themes are about sex organs, violence, negative poetry, and besides, this guy has no class at all—he actually plagiarizes. He secretly steals poems created by others online, tweaks them a bit, and then considers them his own work. I don't think there's any useful information in plagiarized poems."
As for that, Sun Jack wasn't particularly surprised—it was something a Poet could do. "So, have you figured out his identity after all this time?"
"Based on the size of the brain and comparing it with the data from my previous database, this technology was probably first used for hacker brain modification. According to the analysis of his brain tissue, the timeline matches up, so I believe he was a human test subject from a cybersecurity company that went bankrupt 200 years ago."
"I heard that those experiments weren't successful, all the test subjects died. I couldn't imagine one actually survived. Oh right, Xiao Ting also said that he wasn't caught voluntarily. He was captured, the previous claims of voluntary capture were definitely just bragging."
"Is that so....." Sun Jack reflected. "So, you're saying that because of this experience, this guy has become so disappointed in humanity?"
Linda Linda's words temporarily dispelled Sun Jack's concerns, regardless, he decided to give it a try—after all, having such a formidable fighter by his side and not using him just wouldn't make sense.
"Get Delete to make him a new body. Imagine what it's like, having a controlled 'chicken' carrying around its own head all day long."
Soon, the Poet, having swapped for a new body, stood in front of Sun Jack performing street dance moves, yoyoyoing away. He looked no different from when he was in the Consciousness Prison: African American, with dreadlocks and facial tattoos. Exaggeratedly sagging pants that slipped to his hips.
However, there was one thing Sun Jack hadn't anticipated—his stature was slightly off. In order to accommodate his noticeably enlarged brain, the Poet's body stood 2.5 meters tall.
"Were you always this big?" Sun Jack asked.
"yoyoyo~! Sun Jack! You're a liar, I'm gonna diss you~! Standing here in the center stage, I will expose your secrets. Your claimed sincerity and truth, nothing more than a carefully woven lie."
"The hard work and sweat of others, easily stolen for your own gain. You claim that dreams need shortcuts, yet you resort to theft as a ladder. In the desert of morality, you wande..."
Watching him rap gave Sun Jack a headache—it was obvious someone told him about Sun Jack's past thievery, which the Poet had discovered.
"Alright, alright, I was wrong, okay? I shouldn't have gone to your house and stolen from your inspiration bank, but I was out of money at the time and had to become a mercenary to earn some," Sun Jack admitted, promising to apologize to his inspiration bank, and finally, the Poet seemed to cool down.
As Sun Jack was thinking about how to make the most of the towering 2.5-meter-tall figure before him, a ding sounded from his system: the world network was restored.
"That strong? Just sent out and he's already taken care of the network block?"
However, as Sun Jack was contemplating this, overwhelming information flooded his network, displaying various angles of a formidable high-tech military force deploying to battle.
Dozens of majestic floating Spacecraft Carriers, like titanic iron-built citadels, hovered silently beneath the dark grey sky, casting an indescribable oppressive atmosphere across the entire scene.
Storms of Nanoworms, resembling tiny silver flakes, as well as countless liquid robots, weaved in and out of various sized floating combat units, with many types of combat units that Sun Jack had never seen before.
The entire combat group exuded a powerful presence, creating a suffocating, oppressive atmosphere together.
The giant Flogo on top made Sun Jack's breathing heavy and constricting, his fists slowly clenched.
"They've arrived."