The Wallfacer: Everyone wants to break through my wall.

“What do you need this technology for?” Bill Hines asked.

Lin Feng shook his head and replied, "It's not technology, it's technical data. My research team is developing a chip that can directly connect to the human brain. Once it's successfully developed, people will only need to install a small chip to immediately acquire a vast amount of knowledge."

"Thanks to Mrs. Hines' research in the field of neuronal computing, this research has made great progress, but that's not enough. For this technology to succeed, a deeper analysis of the brain is needed."

Lin Feng turned to look at Sugiyama Keiko's direction, and Bill Hines also looked over.

Keiko Sugiyama deserves much credit for the development of neural computers. Although there are other people engaged in scientific research, very few dare to use their own brains as research subjects like she did.

The brain that today's neural computer represents is hers.

"Since this is for your plan..."

Bill Hines pondered for a moment, just as he was about to agree to Lin Feng's request, when Sugiyama Keiko suddenly spoke up.

"Honey, come here for a second."

"what happened?"

Noticing the wink his wife gave him, Bill Hines said a few words to Lin Feng, then got up and went to the private room with Sugiyama Keiko.

Keiko Sugiyama looked at her husband with worry and spoke in a low voice.

“PDC has been wary of Feng Taylor. He is a man prone to recklessness. If he uses the technology to do things that violate PDC regulations, you will also be affected.”

Bill Hines nodded slightly in agreement and answered in a low voice.

"Thank you for worrying about me, darling. Feng Taylor is indeed a man who can cause trouble. I knew that from the moment he became a Wallfacer and brazenly arrested a reporter at a press conference."

"But he is a Wallfacer, and the Wallfacer's job is to help humanity resist the Trisolarans. We need to help him."

Seeing Bill Hines's insistent attitude, Keiko Sugiyama hesitated before answering.

"Well... okay, but I hope you can give it to him in a different way."

……

“I, the Wallfacer Feng Taylor, today in my capacity as a Wallfacer, request that the Hines transfer the technical data on the Thought Imprint to my research team, as this is all part of my plan.”

Lin Feng held a voice recorder and a piece of paper, reading the contents of the paper without any emotion.

After finishing speaking, Lin Feng played the recording again to confirm that it matched the content written on the note before handing it over to Bill Hines.

"Is this all? Do you need to add anything?" Lin Feng asked.

"No need, this is fine."

Bill Hines gave a somewhat embarrassed answer, but it was something his beloved wife insisted on doing.

His wife made this request for his own good, and he couldn't refuse.

……

The news that Lin Feng had gone to Bill Hines to ask for the thought stamping technology quickly reached the PDC.

There was no way the message wouldn't be passed on. Of the people around Lin Feng who were handling things, nine out of ten were his people, and the remaining one was an intelligence agent specifically for the United States.

It's all because Lin Feng is too damn good at causing trouble, forcing the various countries in the PDC to treat him with caution.

As a result, the Wallfacer hearing was brought forward, and both Radiaz and Lin Feng were called in.

Bill Hines wasn't called over because his plans were already underway.

Throughout the meeting, as soon as Radiaz entered, he sensed a tense atmosphere, but this atmosphere was not directed at him, which surprised him. He thought that as soon as he entered the venue, he would be attacked by representatives from various countries.

After Lin Feng's adjustments over the years...

Ah, no, it's about stirring things up. The representatives from various countries are already used to criticizing Lin Feng. Asking them to suddenly change their target and criticize Diaz might be a bit unsettling.

After Lin Feng's video call came out, the representatives from various countries waited patiently for the rotating chairperson's formal reading to finish before impatiently questioning Lin Feng.

"Wallfacer Feng Taylor, what are you planning to do with the technology of the thought imprint that you asked Hines for?" The Japanese representative spoke first.

"We intend to use this to brainwash you, to make you a servant of America forever, Japanese representative."

Lin Feng rolled his eyes and began to spout nonsense with a straight face.

The representatives from various countries all changed their expressions upon hearing this, and their gazes subconsciously converged on the American representative.

"Stop talking nonsense! Feng Taylor!"

The American representative was furious. He glared at Lin Feng, unable to believe that this guy would dare to so blatantly drag his own country into this mess.

"What are you looking at? This is part of the plan."

Lin Feng glared back without flinching, showing no respect whatsoever to the American representative.

Radiaz was dumbfounded, and he couldn't help but wonder what had happened in the past few years.

Having worked together for many years, Lin Feng had talked nonsense at meetings more than once or twice, and the representatives from various countries were used to it, so there was no excessive reaction.

Of course, habit is just habit, and it's impossible for her to give Lin Feng a pleasant look.

“Wallfacer Feng Taylor, please watch your words and actions during the meeting.”

The rotating chairman tapped the gavel as a warning.

The British representative stated, "Thought imprinting is a very dangerous technology. We need to know what you intend to do with it. Please answer our questions truthfully, Mr. Taylor."

"Is it that dangerous? What's so dangerous about this technology? I understand every single word you're saying, but when they're put together, I can't understand them," Lin Feng said.

The French representative, suppressing his anger, gave a forced, insincere reply.

"Thought imprinting is a technology that can forcibly control human thought. If malicious individuals use it to brainwash and transform humans on a large scale, it will cause huge upheavals."

"The turmoil you're talking about doesn't mean the overthrow of existing human regimes, does it?" Lin Feng asked rhetorically.

The French representative asked, "That's right. Now that you understand, shouldn't you tell us why you're asking for the thought imprint?"

Lin Feng looked at the representatives from various countries with a strange expression, sighed softly, and asked, "Before answering your questions, I also want to ask you a question: Do I look like a dictator who wants to rule over all mankind?"

"Don't you know whether you look like it or not? Answer our questions now!" the American representative roared.

Lin Feng scratched his head and replied, "Actually, I do want to cause a huge upheaval in the entire human civilization..."

The representatives from various countries changed their expressions repeatedly. Just as they were pondering how to handle the situation, Lin Feng suddenly changed his tune.

"However, it's not what you're thinking. My research team is developing a technology called 'brain implantation,' which only requires a small chip, allowing even a clueless three-year-old child to instantly possess the knowledge reserves of a professor."

"This upheaval in the entire human civilization is an upheaval in the way education is conducted."

Naturally, the thinking of the representatives from various countries was in a state of stagnation at this moment.

There was no way around it; Lin Feng's words had misled them. Just moments ago, they thought Lin Feng wanted to overturn the table, crush all human regimes, and unify all of humanity, but suddenly the conversation took a dramatic turn to a completely new educational model.

The contrast between great sorrow and great joy is so stark that it would cause anyone's brain to freeze.

Listening to Lin Feng's brief introduction, it's clear that if this chip is placed in the brain, humans can remember the knowledge stored within it. If it is truly developed, the entire education system will indeed undergo a revolutionary upheaval.

"Are you serious?!" the Russian representative asked, sounding doubtful.

Lin Feng shrugged. "If you don't believe me, you can send someone to investigate. With your resources, confirming the existence of this research shouldn't be difficult."

"You asked Hines for this technology for brain implantation research?" the US representative asked, seeking confirmation.

This time, Lin Feng did not continue to provoke the other party's fragile nerves, and gave a clear answer.

"Yes."

With Lin Feng's matter settled, it was now Radiaz's turn, and the atmosphere of the meeting changed in the blink of an eye.

The rotating chairman tapped the gavel twice and said, "Wallfacer, Radjaz, please give a brief description of your Dyson Cloud project's engineering plan."

"Feng Taylor has prepared a decent industrial base for me. Ten industrial fleets will patrol major space cities, purchasing building materials from them to construct solar satellites..."

Before Rediaz could finish speaking, the Israeli representative interrupted him with a cold laugh.

"Buy? Are you kidding me? Where would you get the money to buy building materials of this scale?"

“Please don’t interrupt me. This is a Wallfacer hearing, not a marketplace,” Rediaz replied calmly, but the words coming from his mouth sounded more like those of a lion suppressing its rage.

The rotating chairperson's gaze fell on the Israeli representative, who awkwardly shut his mouth.

"Nowadays, currency and electricity are directly linked. If the solar satellites are successful, they will receive more and more electricity as the number of them is increased," said Diaz.

"Think about it, that's a sun. Don't think of it as the plasma in your country's facilities. If it sneezes at close range, any planet in the solar system will be reduced to ashes. The energy produced by all the nuclear fusion reactors of the entire human civilization is not even one ten-thousandth of that."

"With such energy accumulated over centuries, what is there for humanity to fear? If the Trisolarans came, they would only be sent to their deaths!"

Chapter 100 Two Directions of Brain Insertion

The surface of the enormous star is covered with white and brown stripes that move in opposite directions, within which a huge circular spot moves slowly.

This is Jupiter as seen from Earth.

In reality, the surface of Jupiter as seen from its orbit presents a completely different view.

Like a frustrated painter who pours all his paints into water and keeps stirring and mixing them...

Chaos—that's the most immediate feeling Raydiaz has right now.

The surface of Jupiter is not as clearly defined as it appears on Earth; instead, it contains countless vortices. These are the terrifying cyclones on Jupiter, and the Great Red Spot is simply the most prominent and largest one.

"I had read about Jupiter in some books and magazines, and I had fantasized about observing Jupiter up close. But now that I am actually observing it up close, I realize how superficial I was and how barren my imagination was."

"I used to think that compared to Jupiter, humans were nothing more than ants, but now it seems we're not even single-celled organisms..."

Located in orbit around Jupiter, inside an engineering vessel, Radiaz gazed at his home planet, which stood before him like a giant wall, and sighed with heartfelt admiration.

“We are no match for those single-celled organisms; they are very resilient, but we will be wiped out by the Trisolarans in a few centuries,” Knight William, standing to the side, replied.

Somewhat surprised, Rediaz turned his gaze to Knight William beside him.

"Are you a defeatist?"

"Yes, sir, if you are not satisfied with me, you can dismiss me and replace me with someone else to help you complete the plan."

Knight William made no attempt to conceal it; on the contrary, he openly admitted it.

In this day and age, defeatism is not a good word. It's the same as being called a coward or a loser. Many people have a sense of failure in their hearts but dare not say it out loud because they will be despised and unable to hold their heads high.

This is precisely why Radiázs was surprised that Knight William made no attempt to conceal his defeatism.

"No, I have no prejudice against defeatism, I'm just a little surprised."

Radiaz shook his head. He had been on the battlefield and seen many deserters. His experiences had taught him not to despise any loser.