With the support of a ninth-level civilization, do you want me to believe in electronic gods?

Chapter 273 Superficial Thought Seal
Perhaps because they had just experienced a small-scale battle, the atmosphere in the cockpit of the patrol starship was slightly solemn.

Olaya and Baroka both sat silently on their chairs, wondering what they were thinking.

The silver-white medical nanomachines slowly flowed on the surface of Olaya's body, repairing the "minor" damage on the body's surface.

"How did you feel?"

Chen Fan glanced at Olaya, whose eyes were vacant and whose face was filled with the four words "life and love", and took the lead to speak to break the silent atmosphere.

He planned to start with Olaya's somatosensory and briefly investigate the working principles of those nanomachinery clusters to determine whether the "enemy" had really mastered the thought stamp technology.

"then?"

Olaya was stunned, and then understood what Chen Fan meant.

He lowered his head and glanced at the silver-white nanomachines slowly flowing from his chest to his right arm, and then shuddered suddenly.

"When those nanomachines penetrated my brain, I just felt dizzy and lost consciousness within a few seconds."

Chen Fan understood.

This should be the process in which nanomachinery clusters suppress brain activity through bioelectric signals as mentioned before.

"I don't know how long it took, but I gradually regained consciousness."

Olaya's face was bright blue, and his eyes showed deep fear: "That's a particularly weird feeling."

"The moment I saw the Speaker, I knew he was trustworthy."

"I believe in every word the Speaker says, and I am even willing to carry out any order from the Speaker!"

"I sincerely believe that the previous actions of the Speaker were good for me, and even... I also want to thank the Speaker for his willingness to implant nanomachines into my brain."

"Other than that, I can barely detect any mood swings. Even though I woke up from a coma, I still feel groggy, as if... I'm dreaming!"

Olaya's voice echoed in the cockpit, and an electronic synthesized voice also sounded in the spiritual network: [Standard shallow thought stamping technology, the imprinting content is also very simple, basically trusting the chairman unconditionally, and obeying the chairman at the same time The command. 】

[Of course, Speaker is just a general term. I guess the real trigger should be some kind of unique token or symbol on the Chairman. 】

[The People’s Federation’s ideological stamps generally do this. 】

Chen Fan's heart moved and he asked in the spiritual network: "Shallow type of thought stamp?" What does this mean? '

[The superficial thought seal is different from the deep thought seal. This kind of thought seal requires continuous stimulation from the outside world to maintain it. 】

[At the same time, in order to ensure the stability of the thought stamp, the other party must suppress the brain activity below a certain level. As I said before, it is difficult for an organism to achieve hypnosis when it is awake. 】

Chen Fan realized clearly in his heart: This should be the reason why Olaya has been feeling groggy.

[Based on the above two points, superficial ideological imprints are actually easy to solve. As long as external stimuli are eliminated, such ideological imprints will quickly dissipate. 】

Chen Fan asked curiously: 'What about the Deep Thought Seal? This is probably the kind of technology that the People's Federation has mastered, right? '

【…】

There was a moment of silence: [The Deep Thought Stencil does not have the above drawbacks. Once it is stamped, it will be used for life. 】

[However, it is more difficult to apply the Deep Thought Seal and its controllability is also worse. 】

Chen Fan was shocked: 'Can it still be lifted? '

[The way of thinking can be changed back through repeated imprinting, but the prerequisite is that the specific thoughts implanted in the imprinted person are known. 】

[The difficulty of this point is actually quite high, because it is difficult for you to accurately guess the implanted thought from the behavior of the branded person. 】

[In case of repeated imprinting errors...]

[It can range from mental disorder to severe death of consciousness. 】

Chen Fan understood.

He glanced at Olaya, who fell silent again, and sighed from the bottom of his heart: "You kid... you are quite lucky."

Olaya: "...?"

ah? me?

He looked at Chen Fan blankly, hesitated for a moment and then asked in a low voice the question he had been struggling with for a long time: "Your Excellency Chen Fan, you have solved all those nanomachines..."

"The Speaker will probably notice something unusual by then, right?"

Chen Fan cheerfully pointed to the medical nanomachines that had flowed from Olaya's arm back to his chest at some point: "Don't worry, what the president's nanomachines can do, my nanomachines can also do."

After a brief daze, Olaya's expression quickly became distorted.

He never thought that he would have to experience that inhuman feeling again!
The future is so bright!
……

The next day.

Olaya's patrol starship left the Marsh Abyss star again for the reason of patrolling, entered a super-light cruise state amidst a gradually intense fluctuation of time and space, and headed straight towards the outside of the Marsh Abyss star system.

In the empty universe, the shadow of a geometric hyperspace structure that is constantly changing in shape and can only be seen with the naked eye but cannot be touched is hovering quietly on the path that the patrol starship must pass.

As the patrol starship continued to approach, a vague wave of time and space slowly rippled outward with this constantly changing geometric structure as its origin.

This weak space-time fluctuation is perfectly hidden in the space-time fluctuation produced by the patrol starship.

Time passed slowly, and the fluctuations in space and time gradually increased. With a dazzling light, this hyperspace geometric shadow began to become "flattened", and the originally colorless shadow structure also showed a trace of khaki.

The light turned from high to low, and the geometric shadow gradually dissipated in the universe, replaced by a starship with an olive-shaped body and several huge cannons mounted on the top and sides of the ship.

hum...

At the same time, ripples on the ocean of time and space rushed from a distance, and finally stopped next to the starship. A few seconds later, the ripples on the ocean of time and space slowly dissipated, and a patrol starship with bumps on its surface appeared in the dark universe.

In the deep darkness, the faint light from several signal lights began to approach each other.

Patrol starship, pilothouse.

Under the continued treatment of medical nanomachines, Olaya's body has basically returned to normal. The previously scorched black skin accidentally injured by the nanomachines has been replaced by a layer of light blue skin.

"Your Excellency Chen Fan, you..."

Looking at Chen Fan and the others who turned around and walked out of the cockpit, Olaya hesitated to speak: "You...should be back, right?"

Chen Fan stopped and turned to look at Olaya and Baroka sitting in the driver's seat.

Through the visor, Chen Fan clearly saw the worry and panic on the faces of the two giant salamanders.

That's normal.

Of course, Olaya needs nothing to say. At this moment, his head is filled with medical nanorobots.

If Chen Fan never comes back, then these nanorobots are likely to stay with him for the rest of his life.

Just thinking about it makes me feel hopeless!

As for Baroka…

Thanks to Olaya's saucy maneuvers in the chamber, Baroka now doesn't dare to go back to the chamber at all.

Not to mention the Senate, if given a choice, he would even be willing to change his life on another planet!
"of course."

"The affairs of the Marsh Abyss Civilization are not over yet, so I naturally won't leave for too long."

"only……"

Chen Fan sighed inexplicably: "I have to confirm something."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the docking bay in the middle of the starship under the anxious eyes of Olaya and Baroka.

……

"Welcome back, Captain."

The moment they entered the Varela, the electronic synthesized sound from the ship's main brain suddenly sounded in the spacious docking bay.

Looking at the familiar environment around him, Chen Fan subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief - compared with that old patrol starship, the internal environment of the [Varilla] was simply like heaven.

The holographic interface automatically appeared next to him, and the log information of [Varilla] appeared one by one on it.

Chen Fan glanced casually, and after making sure nothing unusual happened, he waved away the holographic interface following him: "One, help me contact Meng Zhixin."

In order to prevent another accident from happening to this fragile civilization, there is a communication device he specially left on New Varela, which can be regarded as a disguised after-sales service.

After waiting for a few minutes, the somewhat old-fashioned communication interface in the holographic panel quietly changed, and Meng Zhixin's profile also appeared on the screen.

"Hey...how to use this thing..."

"Who is that, Xiao Li, where did you throw the instruction manual for this thing..."

When he saw Meng Zhixin trying to turn around to find the vague instruction manual, Chen Fan coughed in embarrassment: "...cough!"

Meng Zhixin paused and turned around hastily.

The moment he saw Chen Fan, Meng Zhixin was surprised at first, and then a rich smile appeared on his face:
"Your Excellency Chen Fan, I didn't expect it was really you!"

"I'm just wondering why this thing suddenly started playing songs..."

Compared with before, although Meng Zhixin's face looked a little haggard at this time, his overall energy and spirit were much better.

It can be seen that the recent development of New Varela Star is very good.

only……

"...Play a song? What song?"

There was a bit of confusion in Chen Fan's eyes.

"Ringtone." A synthesized electronic voice came from the side, "Isn't it normal to have an incoming call ringtone when making calls? This unit also specially selected the most popular song on the personal network."

As the words fell, a piece of dynamic music sounded in the cockpit of [Varilla].

"The vast horizon is my love~ The flowers are blooming at the foot of the rolling green hills~"

"Yes, yes, that's it!" Meng Zhixin's eyes lit up, "I was in a meeting, and this music suddenly sounded in the Central Parliament Building!"

Meng Zhixin smacked his lips and hummed softly: "Don't tell me, it sounds pretty good. Do you have the full version over there?"

Chen Fan's eyes twitched slightly: "..."

He glanced feebly at the smart terminal on his right hand: "I will send you the complete version then..."

Halfway through, Chen Fan suddenly raised his hand and rubbed his stiff face vigorously.

"No, I didn't come to you to talk about this..."

Looking at the smiling Meng Zhixin in the picture, Chen Fan straightened his expression: "I might have to take care of something."

"The nebula potion once used by the Mechanical Cult..."

"How much do you know?"

(End of this chapter)