Warhammer: The Time Traveler

Chapter 62 Biotechnology (Third Update)
Beneath the abandoned town's workshop, within the shielded experimental zone, the low hum of the dimensional teleporter had just subsided, and the previous round of data analysis on energy resonance was running automatically in the background. During a brief pause, a near-leisurely fluctuation swept through Chen Yu's mind. His gaze inadvertently swept over a data stream representing the Night City's network activity on the holographic interface, and a thought naturally surfaced—the entity called "Biotechnology" seemed to possess a considerable portion of this world's biotechnology.

"Perhaps we can see what they have in their collection." This was not a well-thought-out strategic move, but more like a scholar taking a break and casually picking up a book from an unknown field from the bookshelf to browse through, driven by pure curiosity.

Based on his previous analysis of the Black Wall protocol, constructing a data probe for infiltration was a piece of cake for him. He casually set a few general directions—genetic manipulation, neural interfaces, and pharmacological research—as search keywords, not expecting to discover anything groundbreaking.

"Injection begins," he calmly gave the instruction.

The data stream, disguised as an internal command from within the Black Wall, moved like an invisible ghost, effortlessly traversing the layers of firewalls that biotechnology was so proud of, thanks to its supreme "identity." The deadly ICE systems designed to target external intrusions meekly allowed this signal, possessing characteristics of the highest internal privileges, to pass through, leaving only insignificant records in their logs.

Even when faced with the final barrier requiring both biometrics and dynamic passwords for authentication, the probe merely simulated an "emergency audit of the black wall" command, and the seemingly impenetrable door opened in response, as if making way for the real administrator.

Massive amounts of data were silently copied and transmitted back. Chen Yu began to browse these uninvited "gifts."

His crimson optical lens swept across the genetic sequence map of "alcoholic" wheat, and the data processing speed increased significantly.

"...A highly efficient biomass fuel conversion pathway with a clear design concept. Its energy density and synthetic characteristics, after proper refining and ritual purification, could potentially serve as a substitute raw material for the basic synthesis of promethium, effectively alleviating part of the world's energy shortage." However, his assessment quickly turned somber: "But large-scale monoculture of such cash crops will inevitably encroach on the living space of native food crops, leading to a fragile regional or even global food supply chain in the long run. Short-sighted."

When he saw the design diagram of the neural control center of the cloned animal, and the cloning experiment file marked "Top Secret" next to it, he let out a clear, metallic sneer.

"A clumsy imitation... attempting to replicate life in an assembly line manner, yet failing to even touch the glimmer of the soul, producing nothing more than moving chunks of flesh. As for this neural control center..." he assessed the forced neural coverage technology, "The technology is still immature, the control method is too direct, lacking a refined modulation circuit, which will inevitably cause enormous damage to the carrier."

However, the pursuit of absolute control over biological units... has its value and room for improvement.

As for the deliberately concealed clinical trial data of painkillers, he coldly commented: "The technology itself may be able to accurately locate pain nerves, but its side effects highlight their immaturity and naivety."

However… the mechanism of action of this potent inhibitory mechanism targeting specific neurotransmitters is rather…interesting. It might serve as a basic template for some kind of sedative aerosol, used for non-lethal area control.

He quickly categorized and archived the data.

The technology of wheat gluten was labeled as "potential value - energy", and the neural control center was labeled as "observation - ideas to be learned".

He quickly categorized the data and stored it in a non-priority partition of the knowledge base.

In his eyes, most of these technologies seemed primitive and lacked depth, like toys cobbled together by a child with rough tools.

However, amidst this roughness, one can occasionally see a few brilliant and practical "creative ideas," such as the absolute obedience of the neural control center and the potential of cloning technology to rapidly mass-produce material carriers, even though the methods of implementation seem rudimentary to him.

"A civilization stumbling along a wrong path can occasionally produce some noteworthy...sparks." He concluded with a condescending summary.

This casual data review didn't bring any surprises, but it wasn't a complete waste of his time either. At least, he gained a clearer understanding of the technological level of this world.

He casually closed the data interface, as if closing an unimportant book, and turned his attention back to the flashing energy readings of the dimensional teleporter.

The storm that his previous "casual act" might have caused is far less attractive than the data about cross-dimensional travel at present.

He had already glimpsed the biotechnology side's response to the turmoil he had caused, but it was not something he cared about.
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Just as Chen Yu was quietly emptying the biotechnology data vault, the atmosphere in the emergency conference room on the top floor of the biotechnology headquarters building had reached freezing point.

On the huge holographic projection wall, the "forced pop-up" incident that swept the world not long ago was being played repeatedly.

The evidence provided by Sasha, streamlined and amplified by Chen Yu—falsified experimental reports, tragic narratives from victims' families, and cold-blooded cost-benefit analyses in internal emails—cuts through the "good guy" image that biotechnology has carefully maintained for decades, like the sharpest blade.

"The public relations department is working hard to put out the fire! We've used all our partner media channels to issue a clarification statement, accusing our competitors of malicious defamation, and we've already initiated legal proceedings!" A vice president in charge of public relations reported hoarsely, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"And the results?" CEO Nicolo Logagia's voice was low and unreadable, but his clenched fist betrayed his inner fury.

His efforts to restore the Earth's ecology and cultivate a positive corporate image may very well be wasted due to the exposure of this long-standing case.

"In the short term... the effect will be limited," the VP of Public Relations said with difficulty. "Public sentiment has been stirred up, especially among the families of those who have been victims of painkillers... they have created a powerful voice on social media."

Our stock price...plummeted 15 percent at the opening bell, and continues to fall.

"Investigate! Find out who did this!" Logagia slammed his fist on the table. "What are our cybersecurity departments doing? Letting someone put this kind of thing directly on the screen of every user in the world!"

The head of the cybersecurity department, pale-faced and trembling, stood up: "Sir, we...we cannot trace the source. The attackers' methods...are beyond our comprehension."

"What do you mean?" Logagia's gaze was as cold as a knife.

“Based on our preliminary analysis…” a younger-looking tech expert took over, his voice trembling with disbelief, “This time… this nationwide broadcast was not achieved through a conventional network vulnerability or server hijacking.”

The data stream path...it...it appears to directly utilize the underlying broadcast protocol of the 'black wall'.

The conference room fell into a deathly silence.

(The guy next to him is the original Astartes Terminator, who is three meters tall according to the official setting. On the other side is an Imperial Knight of average height, who is a mecha pilot. In the middle is an ordinary guy archaeologist. This is the current appearance of the protagonist.)
(End of this chapter)