bioinnovel Chapter 103 God's Authority? That's Just a Tool for Fixing Bugs
Chapter 103 God's Authority? That's Just a Tool for Fixing Bugs
At the Luzhou press conference, a strange mixed smell filled the air—the rich, dark aroma of braised pork mixed with the cold sweat smell of fermented high-end perfume.
On stage, the ten "reborn" individuals, led by Zhao Tiezui, were still engrossed in their meal. Zhao Tiezui, clutching what he considered the most delicious half-hamburger he had ever eaten, was devouring it with unrestrained gusto, sauce practically dripping from his lips onto his collar. This scene, broadcast globally via 4K cameras, should have been one of the most heartwarming moments in medical history, but in the media area below, the atmosphere suddenly plummeted to freezing point.
The Western journalists who were initially stunned by the "miracle" were now like vultures that had smelled carrion. The shock in their eyes quickly faded, replaced by a sinister look as if they had received a death order.
Pfizer's stock price has already triggered a circuit breaker; the retaliation from capital came faster than expected. Since it's technically impossible to refute, let's create a moral rift.
"Miss Su!"
A blond, blue-eyed male reporter wearing a CNN badge suddenly stood up. Without a second of politeness, he thrust his recording pen at Su Wanqing on the stage like a dagger, his voice sharp as a nail scraping against glass.
"Now that ZeroBoundary Technology possesses this technology capable of changing the fate of humanity, I would like to ask whether your company intends to apply for patent protection? Do you intend to use this technology to establish 'medical hegemony' globally?"
This question was extremely tricky, instantly elevating the topic of "saving lives" to the political level of "hegemony."
Su Wanqing's eyes turned cold. She was about to speak when the reporter gave her no chance to catch her breath, bombarding her with questions: "According to the spirit of the International Humanitarian Convention, this technology, capable of saving countless lives, belongs to the common wealth of all humanity! If you refuse to disclose the technical details, does that mean Zero Boundary Technology is depriving the poor of their right to survival in Third World countries? This is a monopoly on life! This is a crime against humanity!"
Whoosh—!
A stone stirred up a thousand waves.
Other foreign journalists who were originally reporting on the "medical miracle" now seemed to have found their leader and started to join in the discussion.
Please answer directly! Will you disclose your technology free of charge?
Is China trying to use cancer treatment as a diplomatic bargaining chip?
"Miss Su, hundreds of millions of lives are watching you. Please don't become a sinner in history!"
The flashes of cameras were incessant, illuminating Su Wanqing's aloof face in shifting light and shadow. What was supposed to be a simple technology launch event instantly transformed into a tense political trial.
In the shadows beside the stage, Li Jianguo's face was ashen. He abruptly shoved his thermos into the arms of the orderly beside him and strode toward the stage. This kind of label, involving national affairs and even bordering on "shamelessness," could not be borne by a young entrepreneur.
"Don't move."
Through the earpiece, Su Wanqing's voice was frighteningly calm.
Under the spotlight, she raised her hand, making a "stop" gesture. Her phoenix eyes showed no panic, but rather a seasoned composure. She straightened her sleeves, ready to use her prepared business logic to teach this group of hypocritical Western journalists a lesson.
Click.
Just then, the sound of a door opening abruptly echoed clearly throughout the venue through the stage microphone that was still on.
The sound was particularly jarring amidst the tense standoff, like someone suddenly whistling off-key during a rousing symphony.
Everyone's eyes, including the aggressive CNN reporter, instinctively turned to look in the direction of the sound.
Then, the side door connecting to the back office was slowly pushed open.
There were no bodyguards clearing the way, and no rousing background music.
Bai Che rubbed his sleepy eyes, his gray hoodie was wrinkled and the collar was askew. He was wearing a pair of disposable hotel slippers and carrying a half-empty bottle of soda. He exuded a sense of decadence, as if he had just finished playing games all night.
He seemed completely unaware that he had walked into the heart of a global live broadcast, yawning and muttering impatiently:
"Old Wang... I was wondering why the boxed lunches haven't been delivered to the backstage yet? Those guys up there are making such a racket eating noise, it's giving me a headache... The soundproofing is terrible."
Dead silence.
An eerie silence fell over the entire room.
The journalists who were discussing "human destiny" and "hegemony" just a moment ago now had their brains completely rebooted as they looked at this "savior" who seemed to have just crawled out of an internet cafe.
Is this the mysterious genius who handcrafted nanotech armor and punctured Pfizer's trillion-dollar empire with a single finger?
It's like you expect to meet a war god in golden armor, but instead, a neighbor in shorts comes out to buy cigarettes.
This stark contrast left the CNN reporter stunned for a full three seconds. But being a seasoned veteran, his professional instincts kicked in, and he instantly changed tactics, raising his voice even higher in an attempt to intimidate the seemingly harmless young man.
"Mr. Bai! You've come at the perfect time!"
The reporter strode forward, practically shoving the microphone in Bai Che's face. "I'm David, CNN's chief correspondent. Please answer this directly in front of the whole world! You hold the power of God, able to control life and death at will. Don't you believe you have an obligation to disclose technical details to all of humanity free of charge? Otherwise, this is extremely selfish..."
"yawn--"
A long, drawn-out yawn mercilessly interrupted the reporter's impassioned questioning.
Bai Che squinted, blinded by the flash of the camera, and stared at the red-faced white reporter as if he were an idiot. He unscrewed the bottle of soda, and a soft "sizzle" of bubbles rang out, sounding particularly crisp in the quiet venue.
He tilted his head back, took a swig, his Adam's apple bobbing as he let out a satisfied sigh, before slowly saying:
"God's authority? You mean... the work of that tinkerer?"
David was taken aback: "What?"
Bai Che walked to the center of the stage, casually leaned against the podium, one hand in his pocket, and spoke in a calm tone as if discussing the weather: "Don't overcomplicate this thing. In my eyes, the human body is just an old code that has been running for millions of years, and cancer is nothing more than a few infinite loop bugs."
He pointed to the complex nanorobot structure diagram on the large screen behind him—a diagram so intricate it even frustrated Nobel laureates—and shook his head, a hint of dejection on his face.
"It's just fixing a bug, does it really require a UN General Assembly discussion? As for your talk of publicly available technology..."
Bai Che chuckled softly, a smile tinged with three parts helplessness and seven parts pity for the intellectual gap. "This picture has been up for half an hour now. Did you understand it?"
The audience was silent.
"The core of the Shennong nanorobot isn't the blueprints, it's precision." Bai Che extended his right hand, gently rubbing his index finger and thumb together as if rubbing away a speck of dust. "Its manufacturing precision is 0.1 nanometers. At this precision, the physical properties of the material undergo quantum tunneling. To build this thing, your current lithography machines would need another fifty years of evolution, or... could you even hand-mold atoms?"
"This is just a basic bio-toy, the technology is really too low-level." Bai Che sighed, as if complaining that the toy wasn't fun. "Even if I printed all the blueprints on flyers and gave them to you, besides wasting paper, you still wouldn't be able to build the matching industrial machine. Give a monkey the blueprints for an AK47, can it build it? It'll only use the paper to wipe its butt."
boom--!
This passage contains no profanity, yet it is more insulting than any profanity.
"Entry-level toy," "monkey wiping its butt"... these words slapped the faces of the Western elites who considered themselves beacons of civilization, leaving them red-faced and trembling.
Curing cancer is considered "entry-level"? Then what about all the medical research they've done for hundreds of years? Primitive witchcraft?!
"You...you're using sophistry! That's arrogance!" David roared in exasperation. "You're insulting the scientific community!"
"Alright, stop making a mountain out of a molehill."
Bai Che seemed to have lost interest in continuing the conversation. He waved his hand, a gesture that resembled shooing away an annoying fly.
He turned around, not even glancing at the infuriating cameras, and addressed the thousands of audience members below the stage, as well as the billions of patients' families awaiting trial behind the screens, uttering those words destined to be etched in history:
"The fact is, the cancer is gone, and death has been relieved of its duties."
"As for any talk of hegemony, forget about it. The biggest problem right now is that those ten big shots have almost eaten all the food prepared backstage, and I'm starving too."
Bai Che casually tossed the empty plastic bottle in his hand, and it traced a beautiful parabola in the air before landing precisely in a trash can in the distance with a "clang".
"That's all for now. Go home and have dinner."
After saying that, he put his hands in his pockets, his slippers making a "tala tala" sound on the floor, turned around and walked back to the side door, leaving without taking a single cloud with him.
Even after the door closed again, the scene remained deathly silent.
"Go home...for dinner?"
I don't know who muttered that first.
There were no grand vows, no compassionate speeches, and no promises about the future.
There's only one simple and down-to-earth phrase: "Go home for dinner."
But those four simple words instantly shattered everyone's tense defenses. For a family with cancer, what could be more luxurious or grander than the whole family sitting together, sharing a hot meal?
The live stream was cut off the moment Bai Che's figure disappeared.
But the storm on the internet has only just begun.
No one was angry because of Bai Che's "arrogance." On the contrary, his extreme confidence and down-to-earth nature drove netizens around the world into a frenzy.
#GoHomeAndEat#
Within just three minutes, this hashtag replaced #ZeroBoundaryTech# and #PfizerCollapse# to become the number one trending topic globally on Twitter, Weibo, and Facebook.
"That's so damn cool! That's the attitude of a true powerhouse!"
"What the hell is this monkey looking at blueprints? Hahaha, even though I feel like I've been scolded, it feels so good, why is that?"
"Death is out of a job, going home for dinner. Can I get these eight characters tattooed on my body? They're so soothing!"
On the side of the stage, Li Jianguo looked at the closed door, his tense shoulders finally relaxing. He shook his head with a wry smile and whispered to his assistant, "That kid... he broke the moral cudgel the West had been wielding all night with just one sentence. From now on, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs' speaking style will probably have to change because of him."
……
Backstage, private lounge.
The heavy soundproof door completely shut out the noise from the outside world.
The moment Bai Che entered the room, his aloof and powerful aura instantly crumbled. He slumped onto the leather sofa without any regard for his image and let out a long sigh.
"This is exhausting... Pretending to be cool is much more tiring than doing scientific research."
He was just about to close his eyes and rest for a while when a long-lost pale blue light suddenly popped up on his retina. The system's notification sounds were as dense as machine gun fire, making his head buzz.
[Task settlement in progress...]
[The host's words and actions have caused a global cognitive upheaval. The degree of restructuring of the medical system: 95%. The social panic index has shifted to a fanatical worship index...]
[The key quote "Death is out of a job, go home for dinner" has been detected, generating a devastating impact!]
[Influence Points Calculation: +50,000,000 (Epic Critical Strike)]
[Current Reputation Level Advancement: Tech Godfather (Beginner)]
Looking at that long string of zeros that made people dizzy, Bai Che's originally tired lips finally couldn't be suppressed and turned up wildly.
Fifty million points!
How many giant white dolls would you have to rub together to collect enough? Sure enough, this kind of global live-streamed bragging and face-slapping is the fastest way to make money.
"System, don't just give me points, where's the real stuff?" Bai Che urged in his mind.
A flash of light appeared on the interface, and two golden squares slowly emerged on the previously grayed-out tech tree icon—the ultimate reward for this mission.
[Reward 1: Microscopic Industrial Machine Tool (Complete Blueprints)]
[Note: Since the host finds manual labor too tiring and looks down on Earth's current industrial level, let machines produce machines. This is the core key to mass production of all cutting-edge technology. Possessing it, you possess the right to define industrial standards.]
Bai Che's eyes lit up. This was exactly what he desperately needed! While "Shennong" was powerful, even if he worked on it by hand until the next century, he couldn't save tens of millions of people. With this mother machine, he could directly print micro-scale equipment on a macroscopic level, completely solving the mass production bottleneck!
However, when his gaze fell on the second reward, his smile froze on his face.
[Reward Two (Next Stage Technology Clue): Miniature Cold Nucleus Fusion Reactor (Tokamak Ark Version - Fragment).]
[Prerequisite unlocked: The nanotech army, even in standby mode, has been detected to drain the power grid of a medium-sized city within a week. To power the mechanical army of the future, you need a stronger and more durable heart.]
The icon clearly shows a small circle emitting a faint blue light.
Anyone who has seen a Marvel movie will never mistake this thing for anything else.
Iron Man's...heart?
"Nuclear...nuclear fusion?!"
Bai Che suddenly sprang up from the sofa, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, and his previously lazy gaze instantly froze.
"System, you son of a bitch! I just wanted to be lazy and live the life of a happy rich man... Are you forcing me to rub my temples?!"
This is no joke. Nanorobots might at most give the medical community a jolt. But once controlled nuclear fusion is realized, it will blow up the oil, coal, and dollar systems! At that point, it won't be journalists coming knocking, but rather the entire world's aircraft carrier fleets!
Just as Bai Che was getting frustrated with the air, the door to the lounge was gently pushed open.
Su Wanqing walked in.
She had already taken off the suit jacket she used to project an aura of authority, wearing only a black turtleneck sweater that accentuated her stunning curves. In her hand, she carried a rather plain insulated lunchbox, which she had just asked Li Jianguo to bring back from the cafeteria.
As soon as she entered, she saw Bai Che gritting his teeth at the air, with a "bitter and resentful" expression on his face.
"What's wrong?"
Su Wanqing walked to the coffee table and put down the lunchbox. She had originally wanted to report the results—just now, Zero Boundary Technology had taken advantage of the chaos to buy up all the rare earth mining rights that Pfizer had sold off—but seeing Bai Che's appearance, she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
She thought he was genuinely exhausted. After all, how much pressure must one person be under to shoulder the burden of changing the world?
A rare tenderness flashed in Su Wanqing's eyes. She walked to the sofa and, instead of teasing him as usual, reached out and gently smoothed the tuft of hair that had stuck up while he was sleeping.
The slight coolness of his fingertips touching his forehead made Bai Che stiffen, and the spinning nuclear reactor icon in his mind vanished instantly.
"Eat."
Su Wanqing's voice was soft, yet firm. She opened the lunchbox, and the aroma of steaming braised pork wafted out, more homely and authentic than anything on stage.
"The outside world has changed dramatically. Westerners are searching the world for your contact information. But here..." Su Wanqing handed him the chopsticks, a gentle smile curving her lips, "You're just a hungry idiot."
Bai Che looked at the bowl of white rice piled high in front of him, then at Su Wanqing's eyes that reflected his own image, and finally his gaze seemed to pierce through the void, seeing the blue halo that symbolized infinite energy.
So be it.
When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it. Even cancer is being treated like takeout, so what's the big deal if we just rub together another sun to use as a light bulb?
Bai Che sighed, took the chopsticks, and fiercely picked up a piece of braised pork, stuffing it into his mouth. He mumbled indistinctly:
"That's true, if you don't eat your fill... how will you have the strength to build the sun?"