The rise of nanometers

Texas.

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

The state's southwest border city, Laredo, is opposite the Mexican city of Nuevo Laredo. The two cities are only separated by the Rio Grande.

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

However, due to the great economic recession in the United States, the number of illegal immigrants smuggled in has decreased by about 50 to 60% in the past two years.

In the sunny city of Nuevo Laredo.

A company called New Hope was recruiting workers, and many Central American poor people staying there immediately surrounded it.

Above the job fair, an old white man wearing a cowboy hat looked at the zombie-like crowd outside the window and showed a contemptuous smile.

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

The blond man with a hooked nose raised his glasses and said with a smile, "Mr. Clyde, you took the train and passed through the border in the morning. You should be near San Antonio now."

The old white man Clyde picked up the black tea cup, took a sip, and then ordered: "Recruit more people. After all, the local people are difficult 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 hidden smile.

The job fair below was in full swing. Although many people knew that the U.S. economy was in dire straits, not only was the economy in their hometowns in dire straits, it was also black and gray everywhere.

In contrast, if you go to the United States to work as a worker, you will at least have a chance of survival.

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

Suddenly the train slowly stopped at the Austin station. A dozen men in black opened the door, then took out a list and began to call names.

"No. 10369, Fernandez?"

"arrive."

"Come down and stand over there."

A young man walked down from the crowd and stood aside to wait. His eyes were full of anxiety.

"No. 10552, Camacho."

"arrive."

…

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

Others on the station looked at this scene with expressionless faces. Many Latinos who had lived here for a long time even showed a hint of disgust and hatred.

They are disgusted with these new workers who may take away their jobs, just like the Chinese workers who traveled across the ocean under the North American East-West Railway.

Three buses took away 150 workers.

More than an hour later, they were taken to a factory in the suburbs of Austin, but before they could get off the bus, a puff of smoke suddenly spewed out from inside the bus.

Fernandez was about to get up when his pupils suddenly shrank. 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 lifted the workers off one by one.

Soon these workers were sent to underground scientific research bases.

Cool lighting.

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

When Fernandez woke up from the coma, he opened his eyes and adjusted to the light. It took more than ten seconds to see his surroundings clearly.

He was in a small room. In addition to himself, there were three other workers. Two of them also began to wake up and looked at the surrounding environment with confused expressions.

"What's going on?" A skinny bearded man asked in fear.

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

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

This scene is very similar to the situation he spent in a jail cell in his hometown of Guatemala. Even if he was working illegally, he wouldn't arrange it like this, right?

The bald man, who was thinking deeply, was just about to say something.

Not far away, the door of a cell was pushed open, and four hospital beds were rolled out one after another, and four unconscious workers were lying on the hospital beds.

"Fake! What are you doing?"

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

He only responded with a tear gas spray.

"Ah...bastard!" The bald man who was sprayed in the eye by the tear gas spray immediately covered his eyes and rolled around. Fernandez quickly helped the man to the wash basin aside and rinsed it with water.

At this time, the entire corridor was full of workers shouting and roaring, but the response they received was a tear gas spray.

the other side.

The four workers were pushed into the elevator. The staff wearing protective clothing and gas masks expressionlessly pressed the elevator floor number: -12

Come deeper into the underground laboratory.

Under the pale light, several people in white coats were surrounding the operating table, working meticulously.

"Hemostats."

"Blood transfusion."

The surgeon, in his white coat, looked at the living brain attentively, and then used tweezers to implant tiny silver-white particles into the cortex of the brain.

The operation lasted for more than two hours. When the skull and scalp were sutured back, the surgeon in white coat breathed a sigh of relief.

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

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

In many cases, the bottom line can be abandoned.

There are many similar human experiments deep underground in North America, and experimental subjects are also easy to find. The millions of illegal immigrants are all illegal immigrants, and they are the best source of experimental subjects.

After finishing an operation, Dr. Killian had just taken off his mask, and project leader Vic Ross came over: "Doctor, a batch of new experimental subjects have arrived."

"How much?" Killian was very indifferent, as if asking how much this piece of meat costs in the supermarket.

"150 people."

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

"Doctor, the board of directors hopes that you can produce results as soon as possible. After all, there are many people inside us who are ready to make a move." Vickros reminded.

In this regard, Killian showed his hands: "This is already the fastest speed. The database of human brain neuron signal patterns is too complicated. It will take at least 3 years to read and judge all of it."

After hearing this time, Vickers said again: "Doctor, the board of directors hopes that it can be completed within twenty months. Even if more experimental subjects are sacrificed, there will be no problem."

"Is that so?" Killian thought for a while, nodded and replied: "I need to double the manpower, at least 500 experimental subjects every month."

"OK!" Vickers agreed.

The two of them walked and chatted until they arrived at the neuron signal reading experimental area.

Hundreds of experimental subjects with signal readers implanted in their cerebral cortex are receiving various stimulations. Through these stimulations, their brains will generate various neuron signals.

Hatred, pain, excitement, eating, talking, etc., are all turned into various signals, which are collected and systematically analyzed to form a specialized human neuron signal database.

This database is one of the supporting components of the human brain monitoring chip. It can not only study and judge the host's emotions, but can even be used for memory modification, mind control, etc. in the future.

Noah attaches great importance to investing in biological and genetic engineering without any bottom line.

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