Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

362 Brain Hardware

None of us thought that it was a corpse that kept talking to us. Why can she keep thinking? Does man really have a soul? How long did she stay here and what happened to her so that she became this look? People who have the logical thinking ability of the normal world can't believe what they see in front of them. However, the size of the corpse matches Dorothy's voice, which is about 13 or 4 years old. And just listening to her voice, the image we can outline in our mind is what the corpse in front of us is still alive.

Even so, even though she seemed to be in front of us, we still had a hard time understanding, a scene in which a body communicated with us.

Gregor, who was still shocked before, even reached out to the corpse, as if he wanted to touch some of it to confirm whether it was true.

"Don't touch me!" Dorothy's stern voice sounded. Gregoa, who hadn't touched it yet, shook her hands as if bitten by a viper.

"No need to doubt, I don't need to be able to exist." Dorothy said: "It's nothing difficult to understand. I let myself exist in this world in an informative way, I just need to save the carrier of personality consciousness information, and Not only human beings can be used as carriers. "

Although I can probably understand her meaning, I am still amazed by all this.

In the normal world, most of the matter can be depicted and simulated in the form of data in the computer. Some people assume that the personality consciousness can be stored in the form of data, but this is only a hypothesis that stays in theoretical academics. It is a science fiction. Even fantasy. To do this, it requires more sophisticated theories and more powerful hardware-the relationship between personality consciousness and is as complex as the difference between the macro world and the micro world. Before anything determines the final essence, everything is uncertain. Even the electrons observed in the last century can still be divided into more subtle structures, and there are more complex modes of operation, thus extending various assumptions and theory.

It's hard to imagine that something that can be observed and touched by the naked eye becomes an incomprehensible concept when it is investigated, not to mention the "personality consciousness" that cannot be directly observed and touched?

Nowadays, people want to describe a person's most essential things, often only using the conceptual word "soul".

Dorothy refers to her current state as "personality consciousness information", so is this "personality consciousness information" the soul?

So, I asked this question: "Are you a ghost now?"

"Maybe. I'm not a scientist, and I can't understand my current state. I just understand that I can exist this way and find a way to do it," Dorothy said.

"It's unbelievable." Tracy sighed.

"I think so too." Dorothy said: "However, your understanding may be a bit biased."

We looked at each other and didn't understand what she meant.

"I said, this is how I exist in this world. But the real me is not what you see in front of you. The real me does not exist in this world. What you see is just a piece of information, a Reflection. "Dorothy said this way:" Gaochuan, maybe the color has been described to you. This world is like an online game? It is like this in a sense, but it is not exactly like this. "

"Online game?" Gregia's tail lifted high.

"Are you kidding me?" Cui Ti frowned. "Although you look ... I don't want to discuss the problem with a mental patient. Even if I understand how complex the world is, there are only twelve basic particles. Four This kind of basic force is impossible to simulate. We will bleed, we will die, we will love and hate, and we will obey the most strictly prohibited laws of physics. I know that everyone who says the world is just a game has a serious mental illness. "

"I'm crazy? Maybe." Dorothy didn't refute, just said in a very cold tone: "But, for you, there is no chance to understand the true appearance of this world. You can only survive in In this world, here is the truth for you ... "She paused and read a poem in a sad tone:" Looking sideways into mountains and peaks, different heights and distances. I do not know the true face of Lushan, Only in this mountain. "

Tracy frowned and looked at me. She didn't understand what Dorothy said, because the final poem was written in the language of the Central Duchy, but she felt something sharply in her tone.

"It's a classic poem in my country." I explained to her in a shallow way: "When you are only in a high mountain, you can't recognize its true appearance, because it is too large and beyond Your imagination. "

"We are not here to see you, not to discuss the worldview with you. I am not interested in why you have such a gray outlook on life and values ​​at a young age. If you are in a normal world, I would recommend you to see a psychologist. Now let's get back to the topic, how can we get out of here? "Tracy said to the girl's body," What can we do for you? "

"No, it's not what you can do for me." Dorothy didn't feel the slightest emotion in Tridy's words, she just said stinging words like "you can't do anything" in a natural tone.

"Then why did you contact us?" Cui Di sneered.

"Because there is something that Gao Chuan can do, and he must do it." When Dorothy said so, both Gregia and Tracy turned their eyes to me, and Gregia looked again. The girl's body: "What is your relationship with Mr. Gao Chuan? He said he doesn't know you, but you are obviously familiar with him."

"He is ill and has forgotten many things, but it doesn't matter, he will remember it soon." Dorothy said: "He must remember too."

Gregia stared at the bone with distrust. But Tracy still frowned tightly, and since she saw the corpse, her expression hadn't been lightened. Obviously, it was a heavy burden for her to communicate with a corpse like a whisper of madman.

"I think the current state is very good." I said.

"This is just an illusion." Dorothy said.

"Well, no matter what you say, what I want to know most now is how to send these two ladies away from this ghost place. Then I will take you out."

When Gregia and Tritty heard me say this, they both started to look nervous, staring straight at the girl's body. Tracy must have wanted to leave here, but it was difficult to judge whether Gregia was so persistent.

"Just leave the so-called ruling board, here it is. I can open the node for you." Dorothy's brisk reply let Tritty breath out, a slight rejoicing on her face, she looked at Greg Ya glanced, the female college student just shrugged. She knew very well that neither me nor Tritty would let her stay here.

"So, what do you need? Just let me take you out of this plant, maybe you want to return to the normal world?" I couldn't help asking. This existence in a weird state—whether it is seen in front of it or not, is the “soul” of a girl—she has guided us here for obvious purposes, and it is impossible to send two women away for free.

"Of course, I need you to take me away. Remember that little bear?" Dorothy said.

"The one you picked up from the garbage dump? You said, locate me through that puppet."

"That's the secret door I set in the script." Dorothy's tone fell softly, as if to say something unspeakable, and the oil seemed to say to herself: "It doesn't seem to matter. The trivia will not be noticed. But because of this, the plan can be carried out smoothly ... "

"Something is blocking you?" I think her words are full of hints.

"Yes. However, let's not talk about this first." Dorothy said: "You are going to stay in this world for a long time. In order to preserve your personality awareness information, in order to have the power to do certain things, you must Implant a thing. If you promise, I will open the node for these two ladies. "

Without waiting for my answer, Gregia had already asked in advance and said in a tone with a strong sense of vigilance: "If you think you can use me to threaten Mr. Gao Chuan, then you are wrong. I am not particularly afraid. This place, and even without relying on you, Mr. Gao Chuan has other ways to let us leave. "

Tracy looked at Gregia without a word.

"What did you say? Gao Chuan." Dorothy asked them directly, ignoring the two.

"What are you going to implant?" I asked.

"... Maybe you can call it brain hardware."

"It looks like a name that was just thought of, an experiment that nobody has ever used?"

The silence lasted for a few seconds, and in our gaze, Dorothy said slowly: "Yes, this is a new technology, a work I am proud of. It allows you to still exist when you stop working . "

"Like you?" I looked at the bones of the girl in front of me.

"Like me. Although it's a little disgusting, it will not die at least, will it?" Dorothy asked.

Gregia and Tracy both looked at me with strange eyes, and seemed to want me to refuse, but were curious about this "brain hardware".

"The important thing is that you have to do something, and implanting brain hardware can give you more confidence." Dorothy also mentioned the words "I have to do".

"What the **** is that?" I asked.

"Can't say." Facing this problem, Dorothy said the same thing as her classmate: "It's a prohibited matter."

I am more and more convinced that, as she said, she has a very close relationship with her classmates.

She said "I and the color are from the same place"-it looks very much like this. I once guessed that for those who use "online games" to describe this world, this "same place" is probably a height beyond the world in a sense such as "reality beyond the gaming terminal". They give people a feeling of knowing everything, just like a prophet, but they have a deeper understanding of the world than the prophet, but they cannot explain it for some reason.

Only the **** who made the world, or thinks that he is the **** who created this world, can describe the world that is extremely complex, mysterious and solemn in people's eyes. Think of yourself as a god, is n’t it like crazy whispers? In my knowledge, there are countless cases and theories about this state of mind. However, I can't really treat her as a mental patient like Gregia and Tracy.

I felt very deeply that in the depths of my body, from the instinct of genes, or the depths of the subconscious, there is something that interferes with my normal cognition of things-an indescribable feeling. It's like when I faced her, there was a subtle gap between me and the world, and I always thought that the one who was born and lived in this world, relied on and followed the rules of this world should be The world is very harmonious.

It is precisely because of this sense of estrangement that I can't help but want to see what the classmates and Dorothy said, and want to know what the world looks like in their eyes.

"It sounds like I have nothing to lose except for the risk of surgery failure." I opened my eyes slowly, "Why not? I really want to know what kind of magical thing is" brain hardware "" . "

"Mr. Gao Chuan!" Gregia exclaimed.

"Please think twice." Cui Di also said: "I know you want to protect us. You are an upright and brave person, but because of this, I don't want you to be forced to do things you don't want to do because of our relationship. . "

"No, it's not forced." I said, "I am really interested in this technology that can preserve personality information. If this brain hardware can really produce an effect, then for us whisperers, no, for anyone, It ’s a very tempting thing. Besides, besides the actual effect, I ’m also curious about it technically. I probably have n’t told you yet, in fact, I ’m also working as a technical assistant for Dr. Omi, barely It ’s a scientist. "

Gregia and Tracy do not believe, or rather, do not completely believe my answer. But my will is so firm that they understand that it is impossible to convince me.

"So, hurry up and start before the safety network system finds us again," Dorothy said.

"What should I do?" I asked.

"First of all, you have to take out my carrier of personality consciousness." Dorothy said: "Using the folding knife in your hand to cut my head, don't worry, this carrier is very strong, you have almost no chance to hurt it."

"Made of a material similar to a security guard?" I asked, and without hesitation, walked up to the seat with the folding knife, straightened the head of her body, and glanced at Gregia and Cui. Tee. When the eyes of the two came into contact with me, they immediately showed a complex expression and took a deep breath. I turned my chair away from them so that they would not see the scene that was becoming strange.

"Almost. After all, it is the strongest substance I can find." Dorothy replied.

Compared with the hardness of the skull of an ordinary girl, the folding knife is sharp and hard enough. I easily inserted the tip of the knife into the girl's head. Encountered a hard object, of course, it can't be the brain, so it is probably a special carrier to preserve her personality consciousness. I am like cutting a watermelon and cutting my head along the midline-people who have never tried it can never imagine it. What a strange feeling, even if it is a medical student, I rarely encounter "corpse tells you How should one cut its head?

The boundary between life and death becomes very blurred at this moment.

"You seem to know exactly what the ruling bureau is, and those strange fogs ..." I said casually.

"Yes, I know." Dorothy said: "However, this is a very complicated thing. The explanation documents are listed, even a library cannot be installed. If you care, then it should not be I missed this opportunity to implant brain hardware ... an opportunity to understand the world and the responsibilities you shoulder. "

When I was talking, I took a chip the size of a fingernail from the skull that was cut open. Its color looked like a piece of ordinary plastic, with a light circuit that appeared when a strip appeared on the surface. .

"This is the brain hardware?" I suddenly felt a familiar sense of both eyes. It seemed to be somewhere. I used it to do some incredible things-I seem to save someone's personality information in this chip? I frowned, and no matter what I thought, I couldn't find a similar memory.

"What? A familiar thing, right?" Dorothy's voice spread around the chip: "I won't tell you what happened, you have to remember it yourself and choose whether to receive it, otherwise Pointless."

"In the words of classmates ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ is the memory of the last world line?" I said in a joke tone.

However, Dorothy took this issue seriously.

"It's true for the script to say this." She used the word "script" again, and then continued: "What you are about to face is a very difficult decision. You have to choose to give up yourself, or Give up the past, and this decision will determine your future to a certain extent, life and death and victory or defeat ... But, I believe you, because you are Gao Chuan, not someone else. Everything in the past seems to be forgotten, the actual factors There is a brand mark in your body. The blood of Gao Chuan flows in your body, inheriting the will that will not extinguish even if it becomes ashes once it burns. "

I was shocked by the power contained in her tone. Mine doesn't understand what she is implying. I believe that I am not a person with more sensibility than reason, but just hearing her words, the flowing blood will boil spontaneously. There was an unprecedented strong sense of mission that shook my strong heart, and I felt a will that seemed to come from the depths of the heart penetrated every cell at this moment.

It is talking to "I".

-Hero ... Gao Chuan ...