67: Chapter 67 Fall and Rebirth

The roar of the satellite's crash was like the wail of an ancient behemoth, tearing a scorching trail through the atmosphere. Orange-red flames painted half the night sky crimson. Even through the thick rock layers of the underground base, one could feel the heatwave that seemed to penetrate everything. On the main screen, the dot representing the geostationary satellite was falling at an alarming speed. Red warning lights flashed frantically, intertwining with the emergency lights on the rock walls into a doomsday-like red glow that cast a fretful hue over everyone's faces. AKai stared intently at the screen, his fingers tapping futilely on the keyboard. The sound of his fingernails hitting the keycaps was dense and panicked, yet he only received a mess of electronic noise. "I can't hold it anymore," his voice rasped with unconcealable exhaustion, red veins spreading like spiderwebs in his eyes. "The side effects of the laser array interference have fully erupted, and combined with the energy surge when Lin Fan destroyed the control center, the satellite's structure has completely collapsed. It's now an out-of-control fireball, estimated to crash into the central Pacific Ocean in ten minutes."

Su Qing stood by the cluster of medical pods, her white lab coat stained with faint traces of disinfectant. The fine hairs on her forehead were stuck together by sweat, revealing a smooth brow and tightly pursed lips. Inside the pods, dozens of long-dormant bodies were bathed in a soft blue light. These were the original bodies of the consciousnesses—within the cross-dimensional channel Lin Fan had opened, their consciousnesses had crossed the barrier between digital and reality to return to their silent physical forms. The indicator lights on the medical pods glowed a steady green, and the vital sign curves pulsing on the screens were gradually leveling out, each rise and fall symbolizing a rebirth. "Most of the consciousnesses have successfully returned," Su Qing said with a hint of relief that couldn't mask her worry. She reached out to adjust the energy output knob on one of the pods. "Bodily functions are recovering rapidly, and neural connectivity has reached 92%. They are expected to wake up one after another in twenty-four hours. But there is one exception—Michael's consciousness suffered severe energy erosion during his imprisonment. The neural cells in his original brain have already undergone irreversible necrosis, making it impossible for them to host his consciousness core."

Lin Fan leaned against the corner, the cold touch of the code space still lingering on his fingertips. Fine golden patterns occasionally surfaced on his skin like flowing binary code, flickering with a faint yet eerie light under the lamps. The energy shockwave from the satellite's crash had backflowed through the data channel, causing the fusion between the code and his flesh to soar to 70%. Now, he was half-human and half-data, standing at the boundary of virtuality and reality, sensing two completely different forms of existence. "In other words, Michael can never return to reality?" he asked in a low voice, his tone carrying an imperceptible tremble. Since awakening his identity as a hybrid, he had gained a deeper understanding of the meaning of 'existence.' The separation of consciousness and body was an unbearable pain for anyone.

Franklin sat at the console, head buried in his hands, his shoulders trembling slightly. This man, who usually wore a bright smile and spoke with a thick Texas accent, was now showing uncontrollable sorrow. He and Michael were brothers who had grown up together, hustling on the streets of Los Santos, founding a security company, and enduring life-and-death trials through hails of bullets. Memories of clinking glasses in bars, racing cars in the desert, and fighting back-to-back in crises flashed through his mind like movie clips, each frame piercing his heart like a knife. "If he can't return to reality, then he stays in the virtual world." Franklin suddenly looked up, his eyes shining with determination. Tears welled in his eyes but he stubbornly refused to let them fall. "AKai, do me a favor. Use the base's server cluster to replicate 'The Old Tavern' from Los Santos—the one we used to frequent when we were first starting out. The one with the Red Dead Redemption poster on the wall and the jukebox in the corner that's always looping John Denver songs. I want Michael to have a home in the virtual world."

AKai nodded without a word and turned to immerse himself in building the virtual world. The server fans began to spin at high speeds, emitting a hum like a swarm of bees in flight. Countless data blocks stacked up rapidly like building blocks, gradually constructing a familiar scene: the vintage wooden bar counter was polished to a smooth shine, with Michael's favorite bourbon and Franklin's beloved beer placed upon it. The Red Dead Redemption poster on the wall was still faded, but its edges had been meticulously restored. The jukebox in the corner turned slowly, and the melodious strains of country music flowed out, carrying the weight of time. Sunlight spilled through the window onto the floor, leaving dappled shadows. The air even seemed to be permeated with the familiar scent of whiskey and cigars. This was the witness to Franklin and Michael's youth and the sturdiest harbor for their friendship.

When the virtual bar was complete, Franklin put on the neural connection helmet and pressed the start button with slightly trembling fingers. His consciousness was sucked in as if by a vortex, instantly crossing the boundary between reality and virtuality to enter the replicated Old Tavern. Michael's consciousness floated in the center of the bar, still looking as familiar as ever—wearing a black leather jacket, sporting a neat short haircut, with a hint of cynical amusement in his eyes. However, his figure was somewhat transparent, like smoke that could be blown away by the wind at any moment. "Old partner," Franklin's voice choked. He walked forward quickly, picked up the bourbon on the bar, and poured a glass for both himself and Michael. The amber liquid swirled in the glasses, reflecting a warm light. "I know you're hurting right now, but don't worry, I won't leave you here alone."

Michael's consciousness slowly turned around, the smile on his face weak but still as warm as ever. "Franklin, you bastard," his voice was a bit ethereal, yet still carried his familiar banter. "You actually replicated this crappy bar. I thought I'd never get to drink the bourbon here again in this life." He reached out a transparent hand and grasped the glass. The liquid passed through his palm but condensed into a transparent water mark in mid-air, as if he were truly holding it. "Remember? After we robbed our first bank, we celebrated right here. You drank too much and cried while hugging the bar, saying you could finally let your mom live a good life."

Franklin's tears finally couldn't be held back, dripping onto the bar and spreading into a small puddle. "Of course I remember," he raised his glass, his voice so choked he could barely speak. "Back then you laughed at me for being pathetic, but you ended up drinking even more than I did, hugging the jukebox and refusing to let go, insisting on listening to 'Take Me Home, Country Roads.'"

"To the banks we robbed," Michael also raised his glass. The two transparent glasses clinked softly, making a crisp sound that echoed their unbroken friendship. "To the cops we evaded, to the three days and nights we spent lost in the desert, and to all the hard times we endured together."

"To our future," Franklin's voice was firm, tears sliding down his cheeks and dripping into his glass. "Even if you can't return to reality, as long as this bar exists and as long as I am here, you won't truly be gone. Michael, it was always you waiting for me—waiting for my plans, waiting for me to clean up my messes, waiting for me to get out of prison. This time, it's my turn to wait for you. I'll wait until I find a way to bring you back, until we can share a real whiskey again, and until we can go for a drive on the streets of Los Santos together."

The virtual sunlight streamed through the window, casting long shadows of the two men. Michael's consciousness became even more transparent in the light, but he still smiled and nodded. "Alright, I'll wait for you. No matter how long it takes, I'll be here waiting. And don't forget, you still owe me that meal."

Franklin looked at Michael's gradually blurring face and nodded vigorously, his vision clouded by tears. In this moment, there was no sadness or regret, only a friendship that transcended life and death, blooming with the most dazzling light at the junction of virtuality and reality. When he took off the neural connection helmet, he found AKai and Su Qing standing behind him, their eyes full of emotion. "I'll find a way to upgrade the servers," AKai patted his shoulder, his voice a bit raspy. "To make Michael's consciousness more stable. This virtual bar will always be kept for him."

In the dead of night at the underground base, all was silent. Only the server fans continued their tireless spinning, emitting a low hum. Lin Fan sat alone by the window, gazing at the pitch-black night sky outside. The debris from the crashed satellite had fallen into the Pacific Ocean, and the flames rising from the sea surface were like distant stars, gradually extinguishing in the deep darkness. His body was still undergoing eerie changes; the golden patterns were becoming clearer, spreading along the path of his blood vessels as if to completely consume his flesh. He could clearly feel the global network traffic flowing through his mind day and night like a surging river—stock trading data from Wall Street in New York, traffic surveillance footage from Shibuya in Tokyo, security system signals from The Louvre in Paris, meteorological observation reports from Antarctic Research Stations... Every piece of data, every signal, could not escape his perception, as natural as breathing.

"This feeling is so strange," Lin Fan murmured to himself. He reached out, his fingertips brushing the air, and a golden stream of data emerged, outlining a complex binary pattern in the void. He could easily connect to any network terminal, browse any encrypted file at will, and even modify data with just a thought—this immense power made him both excited and terrified. Su Qing's warning echoed in his ears like a tolling bell: "Every time you use this digitalization ability, it accelerates the assimilation of code into your flesh. When the fusion reaches 100%, your human emotions and memories will gradually dissipate, and you will eventually become a soulless, cold data entity."

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At 3:00 AM, only the faint emergency lights remained in the base.

Lin Fan was sitting on the bed when he suddenly felt a wave of intense dizziness, as if countless steel needles were piercing his brain.

His consciousness seemed to be controlled by an invisible force; his body rose involuntarily and walked to the console, his fingers tapping rapidly on a virtual keyboard in the air—he didn't even need physical equipment, as he could connect to the network with just his mind.

Golden data streams surged out from his body like a tide, traveling along fiber optics, across oceans and mountains, straight to the core servers of The Pentagon in the United States.

The network firewall of The Pentagon was as fragile as paper before him; those so-called "impenetrable" encryption protocols were easily cracked, and countless classified files unfolded in his mind: global military deployment maps, latest weapon research and development plans, the president's private schedule, and even lists of spies lurking in various countries.

His consciousness, like a ghost, moved freely through the network system of The Pentagon without leaving any traces.

But he had no memory of any of this.

When the dizziness faded, Lin Fan found himself standing at the console, his fingers still in a tapping position, but his mind was blank, as if everything that had just happened was merely an absurd dream.

He shook his head in confusion and rubbed his throbbing temples, assuming it was just a side effect of his body being digitized, not knowing that, while unconscious, he had already triggered a global network tremor.

In the network security center of The Pentagon, the sound of alarms rang out piercingly across the entire floor.

Staff members looked at the breached core servers, their faces filled with shock and panic.

The screen showed that the intruder had broken through seven layers of firewalls in three minutes, accessed a large number of top-secret files, and left no traces of the Hacker Intrusion, as if they had never appeared.

"Emergency! The core server has been breached by an unknown hacker, and classified files may have been leaked!"

The security director roared into the walkie-talkie, cold sweat instantly soaking his shirt, "Activate the highest level of network lockdown immediately, notify the president and the National Security Committee; we have encountered an unprecedented cyberattack!"

Meanwhile, news media around the world received an anonymous message containing a large amount of internal data from New Era Technology—Elizabeth's consciousness imprisonment plan, experimental records of hybrid cultivation, blueprints for her ambition to rule the world, and even surveillance footage of her torturing consciousness entities.

These materials were like a bombshell, causing an uproar worldwide.

People finally learned the truth about the "consciousness entity disappearance cases" that had been ongoing for months, as well as the dark secrets hidden behind New Era Technology.

Street protests erupted one after another, demanding a thorough investigation into the remnants of New Era Technology and severe punishment for all participants.

Just as the world fell into chaos, an organization called "Deep Blue Watch" suddenly rose to prominence.

With the slogan "Clean up the remnants of New Era Technology, establish a new order of human-machine co-governance," they quickly took over more than twenty research bases of New Era Technology globally and recruited a large number of Elizabeth's former subordinates—most of these researchers and engineers had been forced to participate in experiments and chose to join "Deep Blue Watch" because they had no other options.

Three days later, "Deep Blue Watch" held a global live press conference.

In the live broadcast, the spokesperson wore a uniform deep-blue suit and a silver metal mask, with a massive cluster of servers behind them, glowing with an eerie blue light.

"Human greed and selfishness have brought this world to the brink of destruction," the spokesperson's voice, electronically processed, was cold and emotionless, "War, pollution, resource depletion... these are the original sins of humanity. Only by perfectly fusing humans with data can we break free from the shackles of the flesh and achieve true peace and prosperity."

He raised his hand, and on the screen behind him appeared a demonstration video of consciousness digitization: an old man's consciousness was extracted and connected to the virtual world, instantly restoring his youthful appearance, moving freely in a digital utopia.

"We will provide all humanity with the opportunity for consciousness digitization," the spokesperson's voice was seductive, "Here, there is no disease, no aging, no death; everyone can achieve eternal life. This is not science fiction; this is the future that is coming."

Below the live broadcast screen, comments from netizens worldwide instantly flooded the feed.

Some cheered, believing this was progress for human civilization; some expressed skepticism, fearing a repeat of Elizabeth's mistakes; others had already begun applying to join "Deep Blue Watch," eager to obtain eternal life.

But to Kate Rollins, all of this was full of dangerous signals.

Kate Rollins was a former chief researcher at New Era Technology and one of the few people who dared to resist Elizabeth.

During the process of Lin Fan's team rescuing the consciousness entities, she provided a large amount of core intelligence and was currently staying in the underground base.

Watching the "Deep Blue Watch" broadcast on the screen, her fingers clenched tightly into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, leaving several bloody marks.

"Don't be fooled by them," Kate Rollins's voice carried a hint of anger, her eyes filled with vigilance, "What human-machine co-governance, what digital utopia—it's nothing more than another lie from Elizabeth! What they want, just like Elizabeth, is absolute control over humanity!"

AKai turned off the broadcast, his brows furrowed as he tapped on the keyboard, with relevant data on "Deep Blue Watch" flashing rapidly across the screen.

"This organization is not simple," his voice was grave, "They were able to integrate the remnants of New Era Technology in such a short time and produce mature consciousness digitization technology; there must be a powerful force supporting them. I hacked into their peripheral servers and found that although their technical architecture originates from Elizabeth, it has undergone extensive optimization and even includes some unknown code sequences, making it even more advanced than Elizabeth's technology."

Su Qing walked to Lin Fan's side, looking worriedly at the golden patterns flickering on his skin: "Lin Fan, your current situation is very dangerous. "Deep Blue Watch" once they discover your existence, they will stop at nothing to capture you. You are currently the only hybrid who has successfully achieved the fusion of code and flesh; to them, you are the perfect experimental sample and the key to their realization of "human-machine co-governance"."

Lin Fan's eyes became incomparably firm, and golden patterns flashed across his eyes.

He could clearly feel that the data power within him was stirring, yearning to merge with the global network, but his human emotions and memories kept reminding him not to lose himself.

"I won't let them succeed," his voice was calm but carried an unquestionable strength, "Elizabeth has already brought too many disasters to this world; I cannot let "Deep Blue Watch" repeat the same mistakes. Those rescued consciousness entities, those waiting to return in the virtual world, and my partners—I must protect them."

He raised his hand, and the golden patterns flowed across his skin, emitting a powerful energy fluctuation.

He could feel that the global network was becoming restless due to the rise of "Deep Blue Watch," with countless data streams surging in the dark, like storm clouds before a tempest.

But he was not afraid, because he knew he was not fighting alone.

AKai patted Lin Fan on the shoulder, a familiar smile appearing on his face: "That's right, we are the best partners. We were, we are, and we always will be. If "Deep Blue Watch" wants to cause trouble, they'll have to ask our servers first. I've upgraded the base's defense system; even if they come knocking, we can make sure they don't leave."

Franklin also walked over, his eyes filled with determination: "I've already contacted my old buddies; they are the most reliable soldiers. As long as "Deep Blue Watch" dares to act rashly, we can form a powerful The Resistance. Michael De Santa is still waiting for me in the virtual world; I cannot let him down, nor can I let this world fall into darkness again."

Su Qing took a nutrient shot from the medical kit and handed it to Lin Fan: "I prepared this specifically for you; it can temporarily suppress the assimilation of code into your flesh. Although it can't solve the problem fundamentally, it can at least buy us more time. I will continue to study your body data; I will definitely find a way to completely control the fusion level."

Kate Rollins nodded and opened her laptop, the screen displaying dense lines of code: "I will do my best to crack the technical barriers of "Deep Blue Watch" and find their weaknesses. Elizabeth's failure has already proven that any ambition to control humanity will eventually be destroyed. Although the technology of "Deep Blue Watch" is advanced, as long as it is code, there must be vulnerabilities."

The gazes of the five gathered together like the brightest stars in the night sky, illuminating the dark underground base.

The wreckage of the crashed satellite had sunk to the bottom of the sea, symbolizing the end of the old era.

And the rise of "Deep Blue Watch" signaled that a new battle was about to begin.

Lin Fan stood by the window, looking at the light of dawn in the east, his heart filled with determination.

His body was half data, half flesh, half darkness, half light.

But he knew that no matter how difficult the future might be, he would hold fast to his original intention—he was Lin Fan, not a tool of Elizabeth, nor an experimental sample for "Deep Blue Watch"; he was a person with emotions, memories, and partners.

Above the fallen ruins, new hope was quietly sprouting.

This battle spanning the virtual and the real was far from over.

In this new world full of unknowns and dangers, they would stand side by side, using courage and conviction to confront the dark forces that sought to control everything, guarding their home and future.

And those consciousness entities waiting to return in the virtual world, those people longing for peace and freedom, would all become their strongest backing.

Sunlight gradually pierced through the darkness, illuminating the earth.

The door of the underground base slowly opened, and fresh air rushed in, carrying the scent of soil and grass.

Lin Fan and his partners walked out of the base, looking at the new world before them, their eyes flickering with a firm radiance.

They knew the road ahead was full of thorns and dangers, but they were fearless.

Because they believed that as long as they were united, there was no enemy they couldn't defeat and no difficulty they couldn't overcome.

After the fall, there must be a rebirth.