Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

.373 Super Color

I got up from the bed, and the dream of the spiral stairs full of weirdness and suggestion was still vividly remembered, especially the terrible huge red eyes, which made me subconsciously look at the ceiling to confirm whether it was there. .Only seeing the silver color and flatness of this ceiling can make me feel relieved, but after a while, I couldn't help looking up.

Recalling what I encountered in the spiral staircase may bring a lot of reverie, but I didn't think about anything, just sat quietly beside the bed. Because, after all, it is just a dream, no matter how real they are, it is just a reflection of deep consciousness. "Carmen", "Another Takagawa", "She" and those portraits in that dream world appear that way, but their true appearance is not exactly that way.

Can you imagine that the sleeping factors, some lost memories, viruses and substances digested as nutrient fluid in your body will appear in front of you with "a complete and unified consciousness", talk to you, complain, temptation, Is it even an attack?

These factors don't actually speak. They communicate with me in a dream. It's just a projection of the various factors existing in the body entangled with each other. The reason why I appear there is only to form the consciousness of "I" The factors have a slightly violent interaction with other factors. However, trying to capture all the information reflected in the dream is in vain. No one of the psychologists I know can do it.

How many factors are there in the human body and how much information does the interaction between them generate? There is nothing to measure.

After a while, I came to the computer and it didn't know when it was turned on. I clearly remember that the computer was turned off whether I was going out or coming back. It may be news from the hospital official, but I look forward to another possibility-someone secretly invaded this computer and wanted to have a private meeting with me.

I have no doubt that these computers and networks are uniformly monitored and monitored by the server side of the building, so even if the other party can invade, it does not mean that the communication is safe. I carefully observed the power supply. Sure enough, the indicator light was on, and then I turned on the power of the monitor.

——Welcome to use this system.

This line of text was printed in the dialog box that popped up on the display, and then disappeared. The other party seems not to be online, but just sends the mail to my computer, which is indeed safer for him or her, but it is not the case for me. Would n’t the things stored in the mail box be scanned by the server? If, I'm not sure, it's just that if the other party is really a hacker, then this email is likely to greatly increase the hospital's vigilance against me.

Whether things will develop as I want, the most important thing is whether I open this email.

I hesitated while watching the computer system. The appearance of this system is very simple, just like in the last century, when the graphics operating system was first developed, low-color interface, simple frame, rarely use icons, only use text to mark the function, the entire desktop There is only a light blue background, and the common item bar below or above the screen does not exist. I click the right mouse button, a menu pops up, and it disappears once the button is released.

I now understand how to manipulate it.

Right-click to move the column-shaped shadow to "Mail". After releasing the button, a window representing the mail box pops up. There was only one email in it, and the name was in a garbled state, so it was completely unclear what the content was. I settled in, and finally decided to open it and take a look. The probability that it is now an official email has fallen to freezing point. What is the purpose of this hacker? Did he do the same thing with other patients' computers? I guess the original intention of the other party's actions, and infer more information about the enclosed building through his actions.

For example, does the other party know who I am? Did you send this email after confirming my identity? If the answer is yes, then I can at least be sure that the other party is a direct participant in the experimental plan that Dr. Ander is responsible for, and may be at odds with Dr. Ander in attitude. Dr. Ande said that someone opposed his experiment plan, this guy is probably one of them.

I don't know what this email will bring, this uncertainty gives me hope. Because I know that if I am alone, I can't do anything.

I finally made another decision, like pushing the last chip to the table, and clicking on the email link.

A window displaying the content of the email pops up, but surprisingly, there are neither pictures nor images, or even text.

There is a command terminal with a black background, and the interactive cursor is blinking. I know this stuff, if I type the command on it, the system will execute it. But the command terminal that is now in front of me is obviously not for me to execute a certain program. I settled down and typed this line:

--Who is there?

When I pressed the Enter key, this line of text became garbled and then disappeared.

Three seconds later, the cursor of the command terminal began to move to the right, and the text jumped out of the interface one by one:

-Dorothy.

The name surprised me and was hard to believe. Of course, this does not mean that Dorothy is incapable of hacking. In fact, she has even illegally hacked into the "doom illusion", brought me out of it, and prepared a mysterious "brain hardware" for me. Device. It's just that I really didn't think that the hacker at the other end of the screen was her at this time, which was completely out of a perceptual perception that "she is still waiting for me to save her."

I used to think that they were all in a state of deep isolation, so there is no method of communication between us except through the illusion of doomsday. However, the name "Doris" appeared on the command terminal, breaking this guess.

If the opposite is really her, since the hospital took them long ago, Dorothy was the first one of the girls to restore contact with me.

This time is really too long.

My hands were shaking, and there was a burning emotion in my heart, making my heart beat like a chest. I want to type "Is it really you?" I have many words to tell her, many questions to ask her, to see her, to touch her face and hair, to get other people's from her News.

She is my long-lost relative.

Nevertheless, when my fingertips were beating on the keyboard, I just wrote this sentence:

--Sorry.

My vision is confusing, like glass with water vapor. When I hit enter, when the line and Dorothy's name became garbled at the same time, I couldn't restrain the emotion in my heart anymore, and the tears could not stop flowing. .

I continued to fight: sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry ...

Sorry, it's all my fault. I promised to cross Zhenjiang. I want to protect everyone. I should have done better, but I did not.

I should do better, but I did not.

I should do better ...

No one should be the same as the color, Dorothy, Misaki, Bajing and Marceau.

Why didn't I do it at the time?

I cannot comfort myself with the excuse of "young". My chest hurts, my facial features are wrinkled, and I want to make the pain more severe, but no matter how painful, I can't relieve the guilt in my heart. My finger is so stiff that I can't move it. At this time, the cursor on the command terminal moves:

--do not Cry.

Dorothy said so.

Although I could n’t see Dorothy ’s face, even the image of the girl who had completely decayed in Doomsday Reality floated in my mind, but I was not scared, and I still wanted to see her again-no matter how she became What it looks like.

--do not Cry.

—Well, I did n’t cry.

I wiped my eyes vigorously and quickly said something like this.

——You did nothing wrong, you just forgot what you did. She wrote this as if to imply something.

--where are you? I ask.

——At the agreed place.

——The place of agreement? what is the place?

——Can't say it here, but you will remember it.

—Can’t we meet?

——Yes, not in reality, but you can go to see the color.

Dorothy's words puzzled me. Is the color scheme also in this closed building? I want to ask more clearly, at this time Dorothy uploaded a compressed package. She asked me to unzip the package and told me that there was something I should know.

I did what she said. It took five minutes to unzip it, and then a new folder was created on the desktop. The folder name is also garbled-this garbled folder cannot be accessed by ordinary methods. Silk began to teach me the steps to enter the folder in the command terminal. I followed the instructions. After a tedious decoding process lasted for a minute, I was able to see the contents of the folder.

There are only two things in total, an image and a document.

——Remember to destroy it after reading it.

Before I responded, Dorothy left after typing this line, along with the conversation window and e-mail, all traces of previous conversations with me were completely deleted.

I can't understand how much danger lies behind the action like Dorothy, but this time, it must have cost her a lot of time to contact me. Although still in a lot of fog and danger, her words made me realize that the girls are at least alive, which is good news for the time being.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, calmed the excitement, and concentrated my energy again calmly.

Then, I opened the image file.

The playback window pops up without any controller buttons, just a video window. In this image, the shooting field of vision looks down on the things below at a forty-five degree angle. The thin young man who looks like the main character is staring at the monitor in front of him. The teenager remained motionless for a long time. At this time, my heart could not help but have some kind of surprising thought.

I stood up hard, and the teenager in the video also stood up hard.

I tried to turn around, and the teenager in the video also turned around.

That's right, I'm sure, the teenager in this video is myself. I should have been able to recognize it faster, the scene in the image is exactly the room I am in now. It's just that since I woke up in reality, I haven't even been there for a long time. Everything around me, including this body, is full of strangeness. This made me not realize the first time, this is a real-time monitoring video.

How did Dorothy do it? I do n’t know very well, but this technology is very remarkable to me, it is beyond imagination. I raised my head and tried to find the camera of the monitoring system based on the shooting angle. However, it seemed that there was no such device on the ceiling. It was flat everywhere and there was no gap.

I refocused my attention on the video because the picture began to move. The lens is rising rapidly, and soon the entire room is included. Immediately afterwards, the dense walls become translucent. As the lens continues to rise, the scene outside the room is also included. In this way, one barrier after another was penetrated, and each room was included. The image quickly became a concrete and microscopic three-dimensional structure drawing.

This is a very large and complex building. As I originally imagined, this building is like an egg. There is no other aisle except for a spiral corridor around the "yolk". drop. Compared to this, the "I" logo becomes a red dot, located in the lower right corner.

The overall shape of the building appears in the image, with a long pipe extending straight up at the top of the building. The camera rises along this pipe, the speed is getting faster and faster, and the angle of view also becomes the angle of looking up. Above is a dark edge, it seems very hard, but the lens jumped through the obstacle.

At this time, I saw that a new building appeared in the field of vision, and the surrounding light became naturally bright, crossing the edge of the building, and farther away appeared a gleaming azure blue. The lens continues to rise, and the angle of view reverts to overlooking, which is a tall tower built on top of the hill.

The enclosed building where I am located is at the foot of this high tower, just connecting the inside of the two through a lifting pipe.

The lens is getting higher and higher, and more scenes are being encapsulated, which gives me a very clear understanding of where I am.

This hospital is located on an isolated island surrounded by the sea. Except for this island, there are no other islands and reefs within the scope of the lens. The overall shape of the island is like a tadpole, with a pier built at the tail, but at this time no ship is parked there. Farther away, the horizon changed to a gray color, and the clouds were flowing violently, cutting the projection of sunlight into scattered pieces.

I seem to be able to smell a special smell. The storm is coming to the island.

The image is over here. Although I feel a little bit unfinished, I still destroyed the document as planned, and then opened another document.

The top line in the document reads: "Super Colors, Super Strings and Big Unity Theory"

Next, write such a preface:

A long time ago, there was such a view that the world is composed of countless tiny origin materials. This simple materialistic theory has been running for more than a century. It was discovered that substances consist of molecules and ions, but soon after, they were broken down into smaller atoms, nuclei, and electrons. For a while, people meant that atoms and electrons were the so-called origin substances, but with the development of technology and the emergence of particle colliders, they finally divided the atomic nucleus into a more subtle component through particle collision: neutron , Protons, photons, neutrinos, quarks and so on.

This is the particle theory. It is believed that all matter is composed of "point" -shaped particles that occupy only one degree of space, and it is also a widely accepted physical model. Although it is possible to subdivide smaller particles on the basis of elementary particles, the most common description of this world is still: this world consists of twelve elementary particles and four basic forces (strong and weak forces, electromagnetic forces) , And gravity).

This physical model has successfully explained and predicted quite a few physical phenomena and problems, but the "particle model" on which this theory is based has encountered some unexplainable problems.

For example, there is the most fundamental conflict between macroscopic general relativity and microscopic quantum theory. They can each describe several basic forces, but they cannot completely solve all the phenomena. This means that they are not completely correct, and that they cannot integrate themselves with each other.

In order to answer those conflicting theoretical phenomena, people need a program that can describe all phenomena, at least to make up for the conflict between the current macro and micro theories, and to integrate the twelve basic particles and the four basic forces.

This is the theory of unity, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com is also the "ultimate theory."

The rapid development of superstring theory is that it may become the ultimate theory.

This concludes the preface. Before entering the text, a picture was inserted in the document:

In a huge laboratory, a black metal monument stands in the center, and around the base is a ring-shaped pond filled with yellow liquid. On the ground at the outer edge of the pond, many transparent containers with a height of more than two meters are separated from each other by three meters, arranged in a dazzling spiral shape. The yellow liquid circulates between each other through the hose connecting the container and the pond.

Researchers are talking, while others put some patients in containers.

Everything is lifelike, as if photographed on the spot.

I am no stranger to the scenery in this picture, these are the strange devices that constitute the "doom illusion".

What surprised me is that the black metal monument in the middle is marked by an arrow: this is the super tie color.