The Power of Brain-Computer Interaction

John sat leaning against the innermost corner; he was still alive.

His head was tilted to the side, and the wound on the back of his head was simply wrapped in several layers of gauze from the prison infirmary, with blood seeping out and turning dark brown.

His eyes were open but his gaze was unfocused, and his mouth was half-open, with drool dripping from the corner of his mouth onto his collar.

The other two, Cole and Miles, were sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed only in gray prison uniforms, with electronic locks fastened to their wrists and ankles.

The protective goggles and exoskeleton were also removed and piled on an iron table outside the corridor.

Han Che walked to the cell door, and Shi Ding followed behind, pulling out a chair for Han.

He sat at the gate of the iron fence, just a step away from them.

Cole looked up at him but didn't say anything.

On the day the operation ended, Han Che discovered that they were different from the other lost operators.

After the prison countdown ended and the other operators lost their way, they almost immediately became mindless zombies, as if their personalities had been erased.

Cole and Miles remained in the same state as before, completely unaffected in their walking and speaking.

Han Che's first thought was that the brain-computer interface must have been working.

"That guy," he gestured with his chin towards John, "is he still alive?"

Cole and Miles both shook their heads.

"His brain is completely damaged," Cole said.

"His brain is completely damaged," Miles said.

The two men had remarkably similar expressions, but when it came to speaking, Miles seemed to be out of sync, falling behind by more than half a second.

Like an echo, it followed Cole's voice.

"Neuron connections are disrupted," Cole said.

"Neuron connections are disrupted," Myers said.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Han Che quickly interrupted, "Whether you're talking alone or together, it's giving me a headache."

The two fell silent after hearing this, and then Cole continued, "He's in a vegetative state now..."

Miles opened his mouth again, and you could tell from his lip movements that he was saying the same thing as Cole, but no sound came out.

What's wrong with these two? They weren't like this before. After the prison was closed and they got lost, they seemed to have formed some kind of connection, and their speech started repeating itself.

Then Han Che looked at the black hole on the back of John's head, where some tiny metal wires were sticking out, which he had pulled out himself.

At that time, those threads were pulled out along with the nearby nerve bundles and flesh.

Han Che moved closer and observed that Cole's face, especially around his brow bone and temples, had a row of neat, fine metal contacts.

"Is that for you to use when you're wearing goggles?"

"Yes," Cole replied.

Then Han Che picked up the goggles placed on the iron table outside the cell and held them up to the eye holes in front of his mask.

The dark gray lenses blocked some of the light, but other than that, there was nothing there.

Obviously, without a connection, these glasses are useless.

"What can you do with it?" Han Che asked Cole, hooking his hand around the bridge of the goggles.

"Brain-computer interface (BCI) assistive display functions include fluoroscopic scanning, motion lead calculation, and aiming assistance."

Cole was surprisingly sincere, listing all the effects he knew, and even adding simple and easy-to-understand explanations.

"Can I wear this too?" Han Che asked curiously.

"No, these goggles are only a visual aid; their effect is essentially derived from the brain-computer interface."

"You can only achieve the same effect if you also have a brain-computer interface installed."

"So your abilities actually come from brain-computer interfaces."

"Yes." Cole and Miles nodded at the same time.

"What about this?" Han Che picked up an exoskeleton, which was lighter than it looked.

"The exoskeleton system is also controlled by the brain-computer interface."

"Passively enhances load-bearing capacity, agility, and reaction speed."

"At the same time, you can actively activate the overload mode, which greatly enhances all attributes and lasts for 25 seconds."

Han Che wasn't surprised by this ability; it was very similar to the so-called exoskeleton he remembered from his previous life.

"After Overload mode ends, the physical strain increases dramatically," Cole added. "When you caught John, he had already used Overload three times in a row, and by then he was unconscious."

"It's all thanks to my brain-computer interface with Miles, which connects to his body and his exoskeleton, that we can barely move and fire."

Brain-computer interfaces have this kind of function?

"Can you control John's body?"

"It only manipulates his brain-computer interface data. His muscle contractions and movements are still done by himself. It just uses the brain-computer interface as a signal transmission center to issue commands on behalf of the cerebral cortex."

At this point, Han Che understood why the outside world was so critical of the brain-computer interface project being carried out by the United States.

All these technologies and special abilities are accomplished by a single brain-computer interface.

Furthermore, this device may also possess the ability to control the mind and body, a situation that no country or club can accept.

"Which cutting-edge technology is behind all of these things on you?"

"The exoskeleton comes from the armored vehicle's battery."

"These goggles come from the Mandel supercomputing unit."

"AWM and .338 Magnum bullets are derived from high-grade bullet parts."

"The Level 6 protective suit is made from premium coffee beans."

Cole reported to each of them one by one without any hesitation or concealment.

Han Che nodded and wrote them down one by one. The two of them cooperated better than he had imagined, surpassing any previous interrogation of the players.

There was one crucial point he didn't mention.

"What about brain-computer interfaces? Which cutting-edge technology comes from?"

"have no idea."

"Hmph," Han Che scoffed, "I was just about to say that you guys were quite cooperative, but I didn't expect you to dodge my questions at the most crucial point."

"All the other technologies are insignificant, so you reported them to me one by one. But you don't know about brain-computer interfaces?" Han Che pressed.

However, Cole's expression remained unchanged.

"I don't know its exact origin, but I suspect it didn't come from a bright red item."

"What do you mean?" Han Che found it strange.

"The development of its brain-computer interface was not entirely monopolized by the Bald Eagle Association."

"Many clubs at the time had brain-computer interfaces."

"It is said that a considerable number of people in each club have used brain-computer interfaces, and whether it is due to installation problems or problems with the brain-computer interface itself, it has caused quite serious consequences."

"In mild cases, it can cause disability or paralysis; in severe cases, it can lead to sudden death on the spot."

"There are only a few success stories, but they haven't had any particularly special effects."

This was the first time Han Che had heard of this, especially the fact that many clubs had possessed brain-computer interfaces. No relevant information could be found in the player world's network system.

"Later, this technology was completely banned by the United Nations. Only then did it begin to be researched secretly within the Bald Eagle Society."

"But when it first started circulating among the various clubs, there wasn't a single red item being used by any of the clubs at the same time."

Cole and Miles' eyes gleamed with a faint blue light, their expressions and tones were identical, their lips moved in unison as they spoke.

"Therefore, we speculate that brain-computer interfaces are not a product of red-themed technology."

"It's more like it appeared out of thin air."

"Or rather, a gift from God."