ly inject personality and memory into a cybernetic brain.
When they were in the Shade Refuge, he did see the operation of injecting memory data into a clone’s brain— But what’s inside the clone was a real normal brain.”

After thinking about it carefully, it was true that only the people on the MUL-01 side have used this method.
However, a clone’s brain may not be used as a clear reference— If his inference was correct, the human brain in those jars was considered a blank piece of paper.
Even if part of the environmental memory remained, it wasn’t much different from what a baby remembered in its mother’s uterus.

No one would really remember such details.

But what if memories were injected into an adult brain that already had memories? Had anyone really done it? Looking at the fearful reaction of Qian Yigeng’s flunky…

“Chapter 22, Article 13, Paragraph 1, of the Memory Law, the naturalness of human memory is part of human rights.
Unless the application is made spontaneously by the person himself and witnessed by three or more reputable guarantors, no organization or individual may tamper with it arbitrarily.
The scope of permission for applications includes memory fragments that have been determined by medical institution to have ‘adverse effects’ on the person, such as major disasters, death of a relative or friend, and personality disorder.
The addition, elimination, and transplantation of memories must be operated by a designated medical institution…”

Tang Yibu licked the hardtack crumbs around his mouth and finished reading this passage like it was verbatim.
“Mr.
Ruan doesn’t remember this, right?”

“Nn.” Ruan Xian didn’t hide his surprise this time.

“This is the last common regulation to be adopted by the global agreement before the Great Rebellion of the 22nd century.” Tang Yibu patted off the crumbs on his hand.
“Everyone calls it a Dead Can Pact— You can only use a matching special can opener to open a dead can, otherwise, there’s no point to even talk about it.
The amount of text in the memory method itself is amazing, so forgive me for choosing just one paragraph.”

Yu Le squeezed the packaging bag in his hand and stopped chewing.

“Before the law officially came out, many things were messed up.” Tang Yibu looked at Ruan Xian unblinkingly, without letting go of any micro-expression from the other party.
“Memory therapy was very prevalent before.”

Ruan Xian swallowed the sweet and greasy hardtack in his mouth, and gradually became alert.
He didn’t know at why Tang Yibu said this suddenly, but he did hear the word “memory therapy”, which Ji Xiaoman’s android mother mentioned not long ago.

“Memories affects personality to a large extent.
The memory here is not a separate visual or other perceptual record but contains the thinking and emotions at the time.”

Tang Yibu continued, taking another step closer.

“Humans have had many similar records— The death of a loved one, the breakdown of feelings, and the likes.
People will subconsciously write down the food and music they came into contact with at that time and have a certain rejection of them.
This is not something that can be determined by genetics.”

Finally, the android stopped in front of Ruan Xian, the tip of his nose and fingertips were less than five centimeters away.
“Similarly, coupled with a memory of ‘it’s like eating filth to a certain food’, it could make people dislike certain foods.
If that was a little more serious…”

“The memory of being abused or injured can also cause a person’s personality to change.
The memory implanted with regular habits also has a high probability for the implanted person to acquire these habits.” Ruan Xian continued calmly and didn’t back down.

“Yes, humans are easier to domesticate than they think.
They discovered this, which saved a lot of things— You know, there are quite a few ‘problems’ that would have to be fixed decades ago by criminal punishment, illegal imprisonment, incarceration, and abuse.”

Tang Yibu smiled.

“It was much more convenient at that time.
Future generations had intolerable behaviors or ‘defects’ that could be fixed with memory correction.
From hobbies to sexual orientation, there was nothing that hurtful memories couldn’t interfere with.
The torturers also didn’t need to worry about the serious damage to the subject of torture.
They only need to keep them alive, inject different fragments of the deceased that were submitted to torture… Take that man as an example just now.
If you completely pour the memory of another person into him without any integration process, if he’s lucky, he’ll develop a split personality.
If he’s unlucky, he would directly go crazy.”

“Why?” Ruan Xian clenched the hsrdtack in his hand and clearly heard the crumbling sound of it being crushed.
Under Yu Le’s gaze, he couldn’t speak too freely, and out of some unknown emotion, he always felt that Tang Yibu could understand.

“Because you have been confused about the past, baby.
I’ll help you review it.” Tang Yibu hugged his waist affectionately, rubbing the tip of his nose against Ruan Xian’s nose.
“This time, I know you didn’t mean it.
Next time you say something out of line, I may not be able to stop Captain Yu.”

Tang Yibu stretched out his slender fingers, slowly scratched from the corner of Ruan Xian’s eyes to the corner of his lips, dabbed up the crumbs, and then licked his fingertips.

“The jujube flavor is also good,” he muttered, moved half a step naturally, and touched Ruan Xian’s face ambiguously with his other hand, completely turning his back to Yu Le.

[Be honest.] Ruan Xian pursed his lips tightly and used the earring to convey the message.
[What are you trying to say?]

“Personally, I don’t agree with the practice of memory replication and transplantation.” Tang Yibu silently mouthed his words with a gentle smile.
“Every individual is unique, and this kind of thing is very arrogant, especially if the other party specially copied someone you are familiar with…”

The pupils of those golden eyes shrank slightly.

“It’s like putting inappropriate parts into a precision watch, don’t you think?”

The other party had a relaxed expression of chatting, but Ruan Xian’s scalp was numb instinctively.
“Forgive me for not being able to imagine it.”

“If it were me, I would take a good look at how the parts work.
Finally, I’ll disassemble the watch and get the parts back.” Tang Yibu’s expression was quite innocent, but the hands around Ruan Xian’s waist tightened firmly.

Ruan Xian almost wanted to pull out his gun and fire a few shots at the person in front of him.
However, this hair-raising situation was interrupted by a timid female voice and only then did Ruan Xian remembered the purpose of bringing the two of them here.

“It… It’s you guys.” Tiantian-Q2 pulled down her dirty hood and stared at the hardtacks.
“Can you give me some?”

The author has something to say:

Don’t forget that Tang is also a ruthless character… He thinks his father is still the Ruan in a wheelchair.

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