,Nano Rise

Texas.

One of the five environmentally friendly states established within the Noah Society.

The southwestern border city of Laredo is opposite the city of Mexico's No.1 Laredo, and the two cities are only separated by the River Grand.

Therefore, this place has become one of the smuggling windows for a large number of Central American poor people.

However, due to the Great Recession of the United States, illegal immigrants who smuggled in the past two years have decreased by about 50 to 60%.

In the sunny city of New Laredo.

A company called New Hope is recruiting workers, and many Central American poor people who stayed in the local area were immediately surrounded.

At the job fair, an old white man with a cowboy hat looked at the crowd like zombies outside the window and smiled a little contemptuously.

"David, have the second batch of piglets been sent?"

The blonde hawk nose was on the side, raised his glasses and smiled, "Mr. Clyde, I took the train to pass the pass in the morning, and now it should be near San Antonio."

The old white man Clyde picked up the black tea cup, took a sip, and ordered: "Recruit more people, after all, local people are not easy to deal with. No one will care about these black piglets."

"Don't worry! I will definitely recruit 100 people today." David replied with a knife hidden in his smile.

The job fairs below are in full swing. Although many people know that the United States' economy is not good, their hometown is not only bad, but also black and gray everywhere.

In contrast, working as a worker in the United States is at least a glimmer of hope.

On the special train from Laredo to Austin, thousands of Latino workers, like canned sardines, were squeezed into a narrow carriage.

Suddenly the train slowly stopped at Austin Station. More than a dozen men in black opened the door, then took out a list and started to call.

“No. 10369, Fernandez”

"arrive."

"Get down and stand there."

A young man walked down from the crowd and stood aside and waited, his eyes filled with uneasiness.

“No. 10552, Camacho.”

"arrive."

...

After a while, 150 workers were selected, and the leading man in black waved his hand and ordered: "Everyone gets on the bus."

Others at the station looked at this scene expressionlessly. Many people who had lived here for a long time even showed a hint of disgust and hatred.

They hate these new workers and may take away their jobs, just like the Chinese workers who crossed the ocean under the East-West Railway in North America.

Three buses took 150 workers away.

More than an hour later, they were taken to a factory in the suburbs of Austin. At least before they could get off, a burst of smoke suddenly erupted from the inside of the bus.

Fernandez, who was about to get up, suddenly his pupils shrank rapidly. Before he could react, he felt dizzy and his body gradually became weak.

Twenty minutes later, three buses drove into the factory, and staff wearing gas masks carried the workers on them one by one.

Soon these workers were sent to the underground scientific research base.

Cool tones of lights.

In the quiet corridor, only the creaking sound of the hospital bed pushing.

When Fernandez woke up from his coma, he opened his eyes and adapted to the lights, and only after ten seconds did he see the surrounding environment clearly.

In a small room, besides himself, there were three other workers, two of whom also began to wake up, looking at the surrounding environment with a confused look on their faces.

"What's going on?" asked a thin bearded man in panic.

"This place is a bit familiar!" One of the bald men frowned, and suddenly his eyes changed: "Damn it! This seems to be a prison!"

After saying that, the bald man immediately stood up, came to the iron gate, and saw the empty corridor outside through the small window.

This scene is very similar to his situation in the prison cell in Guatemala, his hometown. Even if he is an illegal worker, he would not have arranged this way, right?

The bald man who was thinking about it carefully was just about to say something.

Not far away, the door of a cell was pushed open, and four hospital beds were pushed out in sequence, and four unconscious workers were lying on the bed.

"Fake! What are you doing?"

The bald man roared and punched the iron door with his fist.

The only response to him was a tear-jerking spray.

"Ahhh...bastard!" The bald man who was sprayed with tearjerking spray immediately covered his eyes and rolled up. Fernandez quickly helped the other party to the washbasin on the side and rinsed it with clean water.

At this time, the entire corridor was filled with the yelling and yelling of the workers, but the responses they received were all tearjerking sprays.

On the other side.

The four workers were pushed to the elevator. The staff wearing protective clothing and gas masks pressed the elevator floor with expressionless faces:—12

Come to a deeper underground laboratory.

Under the pale light, several white coats surrounded the operating table, busy meticulously.

"Hemostatic forceps."

"Blood transfusion."

The surgeon's white coat looked at the vivid brain with concentration, and then used tweezers to implant tiny silver-white particles into the cortex of the brain.

After more than two hours of operation, the white coat of the principal was relieved after the head and scalp were sutured.

These implants, similar to the size of ordinary capsules, are called brain signal collectors, which can collect neuronal signals in the brain and work through wireless charging.

Although tens of thousands of animal experiments have been conducted in these research work, the project leader and the chief researcher both understand that human experiments are essential.

In many cases, the bottom line can be abandoned.

Similar human experiments are not a small number of deep underground areas in North America, and the experimental subjects are easy to find. The millions of illegal immigrants are all black households, which is the best source of experimental subjects.

After a surgery, Dr. Killian took off his mask, and the project leader Vecross came over: "Dr., a batch of new experimental subjects are here."

"How many?" Killian was very cold, as if he asked in the supermarket how much the meat cost.

“150 people.”

Killian said calmly: "It seems that I can hold on for a while."

"Doctor, the board hopes you can come up with results as soon as possible. After all, there are many people who are ready to move within us." Vicros reminded.

Killian spread his hands: "This is the fastest way. The database of human brain neuron signal rules is too complicated. It will take at least three years to read and analyze all of them."

Hearing this time, Vicross said again: "Dr., the board of directors hopes that it can be completed within twenty months. Even if there is more experimental subjects, there is no problem."

"Is this true?" Killian thought for a while, nodded and replied: "I need to double the number of personnel, and the experiment is at least 500 people per month."

"OK!" Vikros agreed.

The two of them walked and chatted, and came to the neuronal signal reading experimental area.

Hundreds of experimental subjects whose cerebral cortex are implanted into signal readers are receiving various stimuli, through which their brains will generate various neuronal signals.

Hate, pain, excitement, eating, talking, etc., all become various signals, collected, and through systematic analysis, a specialized database of human neuronal signals is formed.

This database is one of the supporting devices of human brain monitoring chips. It can not only analyze the host's emotions, but can even be used for memory modification, mental control, etc. in the future.
Chapter completed!