Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 372: Holy Sect Revision and Moving Towards the Future

".We must fully realize one thing."

On the giant screen of the silver-white building, an old man with white hair and beard stood behind the podium. He looked thin and vigorous, and his voice was sonorous and powerful, reminiscent of hammered steel.

"The world is full of pain, disaster and imperfection. We are in a process of continuous evolution. The world is immature and in a transitional stage. What can we do? What can we achieve?"

"Reason and knowledge. When the feedback of technological progress spreads to every corner of the world, we will also move from the low-level development stage of life to the most perfect, highly conscious and hopeful life. One thing is beyond doubt, people should participate in the promotion of technology, which is the only driving force and the only ladder for progress. We will continue wisdom and happiness in the infinitely vast new world."

Finally, the old man paused, looked around at everyone, and ended his speech with that sentence.

“All for the future.”

After a few seconds, the giant screen automatically switched to the next video and began playing the scientific research documentary series "Particle Effect".

"That is."

Song Shi withdrew his gaze and revealed the identity of the old man.

"One of the nine academies, the Holy Master of the Engineering Academy."

"Holy Sect. He is very strong."

Lapis Lazuli's voice rang out in the headset: "I have searched his information. He has a great influence in the field of engineering. He is one of the most advanced engineering application and researchers of our time, and has led breakthroughs in many groundbreaking research projects."

"Uh." Song Shi groaned, "I thought you wanted to say that he was a fourth-ring psychic."

".?"

"No, mainly, I don't know much about academics." Song Shi raised his hand and said tactfully: "The achievements of these people, for example, you just mentioned that he broke through the 'ultimate statistical invariance of turbulence'. Of course, I know this must be amazing, but isn't it a bit too abstract? Oh, right."

As if he suddenly thought of something, Song Shi clapped his hands and said, "I am quite familiar with the Holy Sect of the Spiritual Energy Academy. How about we talk about her instead?"

"Ruan Fa." Ai Lu started: "The fifth ring of [Balance]."

"Yes, that's exactly what you are doing."

Song Shi praised: "The strongest person on the Academic Council side, the 'corrector', Ruan Fa. I remember that she was the first in her class. Her psychic power is indeed terrifying."

The education system of the Council of Knowledge is divided into [Academy] and [Workshop]. The former only accepts the most talented students. Even in the highest admission rate in history, it did not exceed 1.4%.

If there are no students who meet the standards, universities would rather leave the places vacant and give up on this class than lower the standards.

"No way." Song Shi flicked the propaganda board casually: "Only the most talented people have the opportunity to grasp a glimmer of hope. This is the creed that the Ninth Institute has always implemented. Scientific research is not something that fools, no, it should be said that mediocre people can get involved in."

"It's true that there is some truth in this."

"You see, Ruan Fa won the first place, and now he has become a holy sect."

"If it were you, Song Shi."

Lapis Lazuli asked, "How far can it go?"

"Of course, how is it possible to be assigned to the workshop on the spot?"

Song Shi laughed and said, "If it were me, I would probably be sent all the way to the Psychic Academy. It's not easy to become a candidate for the Holy Sect."

"It's within easy reach," he sighed. It was quiet for a moment.

Song Shi didn't take it seriously and stopped playing with the billboard.

"——Let's go, it's time to get down to business."

Ai Lu was already ready and followed quickly.

Behind them, the subject projects on the promotional board automatically popped back to the main interface after remaining displayed for a few minutes.

[An experiment to verify the therapeutic effect and safety of "Ganshiying" type II neuroleptic inhibitor on target patients]

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"Doctor, I'm still a little scared."

In the clean room filled with the smell of disinfectant, figures in white coats shuttled back and forth, debugging the equipment neatly and efficiently.

There was a bed in the middle of the lab, and on it lay a girl who looked to be about 16 or 17 years old, with her limbs tied up with straps. The shadowless lamp above her head shone with a cold and steady white light.

Hearing this timid cry, the nearest researcher came over. He was a middle-aged man with a stern expression. His prosthetics were bionic, and except for a line of etched circuits running through his eye sockets, he looked no different from a natural person.

"No need to be afraid."

Unlike his stern expression, the researcher's tone was unexpectedly gentle. He comforted him, "According to the simulation results, this 'Gan Quartz' has an excellent inhibitory effect on the mental tolerance of type II implants. Child, I believe you will be fine."

After hearing this, the panic on the girl's face subsided a little, but soon she couldn't help but speak again: "Doctor, will I really become a madman later?"

"You should call it 'implant mental tolerance', or 'cyberpsychosis'." The researcher corrected patiently: "Mad men. They are just patients and do not deserve such contemptuous names."

"You can rest assured that our technology for creating 'cyberpsychia' is already quite mature. You will be a qualified patient and nothing will go wrong."

"is that so."

The girl's panic weakened even more. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes widening unconsciously: "In that case, I have become a meaningful person even if I am such a person, right?"

“Even if you are not selected as a research sample, you are still a meaningful person.”

The researcher smiled at her and said, "You will learn vocational skills in a certain workshop, and according to the calculation and analysis of the [Coordinating Organization], you will be assigned to the type of work that best suits you. You will contribute your own strength to the road to the future. Isn't this meaningful?"

"Oh, oh." The girl couldn't help but smile a little.

“However, there are also levels of significance and opinion,” the researcher said, changing the subject.

"Child, do you know how much it costs to develop a drug from its initial stage to its official launch?"

Without waiting for the other party to respond, the researcher shook his head and gave the answer.

"It would take us ten years, hundreds of millions, or even billions of silver notes, if it weren't for you."

"My child, I know you are uneasy and frightened now, but we do not have unlimited resources to squander, nor do we have time. We cannot waste it on those tedious and complicated phase-by-phase progressive drug trials and approvals."

"In order to get the drug on the market as soon as possible and obtain resources from the outside world, we can only let you serve as test samples and promote the research and development process as soon as possible. This is necessary."

"In order to move forward into the future, we must do everything possible. Go to sleep, child, even if tomorrow won't be better."

(End of this chapter)