Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 366: Thought Transmutation
"The first rule is to gather together!"

Under the dim chandelier, employees are lined up in neat rows.

"The second rule is to gather together!"

All 27 workers, both men and women, had their heads shaved. They wore uniform blue production overalls, stood straight with their hands behind their backs, looked serious, and shouted loudly.

"The third rule, absolutely no problem!"

They shouted over and over again at the wall painted with crimson paint and a magnified "X" symbol. Even though their voices gradually became hoarse due to continuous shouting, they showed no intention of stopping or slowing down.

pat, pat.

Amid the shaking sound, heavy footsteps suddenly sounded at the end of the iron mesh corridor on the second floor of the factory.

In the not-so-bright light, a thin man wearing the same style of production clothes, but in red, slowly walked out of the shadows.

He stood in the aisle, looking down at the twenty-seven employees below.

And the moment the thin man appeared, the employees turned around in unison and faced him.

"Mr. Xu He!"

As if in some kind of organizational gesture, they crossed their arms in front of them and roared solemnly.

"The first rule is to gather together!"

"The second rule is to gather together!"

"The third rule, absolutely no problem!"

".very good."

Level 3 researcher, second level [Consensus], Xu He spoke like this.

He held onto the iron railing and slowly scanned everyone's face. Everyone looked so serious, but underneath the seriousness, deep within each pair of prosthetic eyes, there was a burning fanaticism.

"You are losers, inferior goods, every single one of you. From top to bottom, inside and out."

"You have failed time and again in the eight-year compulsory education, and your ranking is always falling behind, falling behind, and falling behind. In the end, you are not qualified to enter the 'university' and can only devote yourself to the 'workshop' - this is what you deserve."

"Because you are dull-witted, weak-minded, and foolishly logical, you are good for nothing. The 'school' needs the most talented people, so how could it cast even the slightest eye on you? Even the most talented people only have a few opportunities to gain knowledge that will lead them to the future."

"Join the 'workshop', receive vocational and technical education, and become a qualified worker. This is the only way for you to create some value with your miserable body."

There was no ups and downs in Xu He's tone, it was always cold.

Hearing these words, the employees gritted their teeth but still stood upright.

"—but is this right?"

Xu He's tone suddenly rose.

"Those researchers who come from universities enjoy abundant material quotas and live a luxurious life! But what about you! Employees who come from workshops, you work hard every day, but you only get such a small material quota! You eat synthetic cream and sleep in a dormitory!"

"Listen, 'Everything for the Future'. How long has the Council of Knowledge deceived us with this slogan? It was so in the past, it is so now, and it will be so in the future!"

"Just because you don't have so-called talent? You don't know anything about those bullshit physics, chemistry, information technology, or those mysterious things? But is being a researcher the only talent in this world?"

There was a startling "clang" sound.

Xu He punched the iron bars, then extended his index finger and pointed it at one of the employees below.

"Look at Zhang Xing. Who would have known that a mechanic actually has the dream of becoming a pilot?"

The employee named "Zhang Xing" is a thin man. In order to better adapt to mechanical processing, his right arm was replaced with an engineering prosthesis. There is no fancy painting or simulated anthropomorphic design. This is a purely functional prosthesis.

The Academic Council encourages and is willing to advance the cost of materials consumed so that employees can be implanted with functional prostheses corresponding to their jobs.

When Xu He called out his name, "Zhang Xing" immediately raised his head and looked directly into Xu He's eyes with uncontrollable excitement.

"And then? Just because Zhang Xing's judgment, three-dimensional space imagination, and flight control prosthetics adaptability were not good enough during the test, he was judged to be unqualified, so he will never be able to touch a flying vehicle again in this life?"

“How sad.”

"The nine saints keep saying that everything is for the future, so they will devote all resources to the research of concepts, theories and technologies. They say they want to lead everyone into the future, but this is completely hypocritical."

"Towards the future? No, in the eyes of the Saints there is no such thing as 'everyone'. They are completely pursuing their own selfish desires - you and I, we are the real collective!"

The people below roared angrily.

"The first rule is to gather together!"

"The second rule is to gather together!"

"There is absolutely no problem with the third principle!" Xu He said slowly.

"I will give you dignity. Real dignity."

"Remember, 'unknown', this is the code name and omen you are waiting for. Why can a test based on just eight years of education divide our future and make this life the only answer?"

The people below crossed their arms again and shouted slogans.

After repeating it three times, Xu He nodded and said, "Go ahead and continue to complete today's task. Sharpen the steel pipe, make the saw blades click, and lubricate the prosthesis."

"For. Gathering."

So they dispersed in an orderly manner and rushed to their respective tasks.

Xu He was still leaning on the iron railing, watching all this.

——A mediocre person.

Then, the man thought in a dull manner.

It’s no wonder that they failed to get into school in the past.

Their thoughts No, do they really have any thoughts at all?
A closed environment, a united goal, an authoritative leader, some strict discipline, and a bit of deliberately designed to cater to discourse and ideas.

In just half a month, the ideas and concepts that these people had formed over the past thirty or forty years were easily reshaped by themselves. This was no more difficult than kneading a piece of plasticine.

Too much, too much.

In order to ensure the accuracy of the experiment, he did not use the [Consensus] psychic power to tamper with the thoughts of any research samples, but only secretly spied on their true thoughts.

The original research sample was thirty, and now there are twenty-seven research samples.

When the thoughts of "for the collective" and "unknowns" began to surge, the three employees who were either directly opposed or pretended to agree but actually did not believe in it in their hearts, when they announced that they would punish these traitors, no one opposed it sincerely.

Kill them.

Xu He recalled what happened five days ago.

I wanted to confirm the extent of the "ideological transformation" of the research samples, so I slightly increased the intensity of the experiment.

Listen to your own order.

Hesitation, a brief hesitation.

Then someone took action and inserted a sharply sharpened steel pipe straight into the "traitor's" chest. Like a drowned fish, its mouth opened and closed, and red bubbles gurgled out.

I felt it myself at that moment, looking at this scene, the other party was suddenly stunned, as if falling into a valley of confusion.

So I applauded myself.

So everyone applauded.

Then the stupor and bewilderment disappeared in an instant, transformed into pure excitement.

What's even more outrageous is that when he announced yesterday that he wanted everyone to sharpen their weapons and then launch a rebellion against the Council of Knowledge, everyone still obeyed fanatically without any objection.

Without a mind of their own, they don't know right from wrong, and are manipulated by others.
Xu He stood there motionless and indifferent, but within the field of vision of his prosthetic eye, he was typing in the experimental log using the brain-computer interface to directly transmit "consciousness" into "text".

This social and psychological experiment is coming to an end.

Alas, if there are casualties, I will have to file a report. After the experiment, I will also have to debug the memories and thoughts of these research samples one by one and correct them to the correct state, which is all troublesome.

The only consolation is that the project of [Thought Transmutation Experiment Based on Plasticity Theory] went smoothly without any problems.
Pop, pop, pop.

Clear clapping sounds suddenly rang out in the factory.

Even Xu He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

My consciousness had already been dispersed. How could the clapping sound suddenly appear?

In the next moment, this daze turned into awakening alertness.

——Enemy attack?!

A man dressed as a tourist walked into the factory from the main entrance.

The other party stopped clapping and smiled at him.

"I also want to join your, uh, unknown number. Can you help me with the formalities?"

(End of this chapter)