BANG!
Dragging the man, Evan threw him across the cold and hard basement floor. He made sure to tie the person well lest this bastard ran away before wiping his blood and administering some first aid.
Although the man was heavily wounded, it wasn't anything life-threatening. After bandaging the injuries, and knocking him unconscious, Evan took out the Nerve Head Gear and carefully placed it on the man's head.
"Aurora, you know what to do, right?" Evan asked.
[Just leave it to me, sir.]
The gear activated with a soft hum and emitted a faint glow as it started scanning the man's brain.
Aurora's voice echoed softly in the basement, calm and methodical.
The Nerve Head Gear—a sleek, high-tech device with a series of delicate sensors and electrodes—was now securely fastened around the man's head and emitted a faint blue glow as it activated, creating an eerie contrast with the harsh basement environment.
The Nerve Head Gear began its process by establishing a neural interface, linking its sensors to the man's cranial nerve endings while the microelectrodes made contact with the brain's surface.
Once that was done, Aurora's internal algorithms initiated a series of protocols designed to map the brain's electrical activity.
[Commencing neural data acquisition,] Aurora announced in a calm tone.
The gear emitted low-frequency electromagnetic pulses, which interacted with the man's brain and these waves were absorbed by the neurons and glial cells, inducing minor electrical fluctuations.
The device detected these fluctuations and converted them into a digital signal, which was then transmitted to Aurora's core processing unit.
The new software, Neurogenic Alpha Plus, kicked into high gear for further help.
This advanced software was designed to decrypt complex brainwave patterns and within Aurora's virtual environment, it displayed a three-dimensional representation of the man's brain, segmented into various functional areas.
His fingers flew across the keyboard, accessing various databases, trying to uncover the man's identity. The screen flickered as data streamed in—numerous fake IDs, each more elaborate than the last. Evan's brow creased in frustration as he reviewed the documents, noting that none of the IDs seemed to match to a verifiable individual.
Determined, he dug deeper into the government database, hoping to find a traceable identity tied to the man. But to his growing dismay, his search yielded nothing.
There was no record of the man's existence—no official identification, no transaction history, nothing. It was as though he had never existed in the system.
Evan even asked Aurora to decode the man's facial images and run a search, which returned many pop-up identities, but none definitive.
"What the hell? Does this guy even have a family? No...did he even attend college?"
[Sir, it appears that the identity record has been deleted from the database,] Aurora's voice broke through the silence.
[Also, he might have lived at times when photographs weren't used. The man is close to 40 years old.]
[Should I proceed with retrieving the deleted data to prevent further complications?]
Evan paused, his eyes narrowing as he considered the situation. The absence of a verifiable identity meant the man was a ghost, an untraceable element in their operation. However, the urgency of the information he might hold outweighed the risk of leaving him alive.
"No, don't retrieve it yet," Evan instructed, his voice cold and resolute.
"We can't be too confident thinking that we are the best. If they manage to track us, not only will we be in deep trouble, but they might also discover your existence."
[So, what do you plan to do?]
"They wanted me to bolster my security defense in this case. I will use that to create a loophole, and secondly..."
"We need every piece of information he has. If there's even a single chance that he knows something critical, we'll find out before making any decision."
With that, Evan asked Aurora to relay the data collected from man's memory.
"Let's see what this m*therfucker was up to..."