Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 362: Brain hardware

362 brain hardware

None of us thought that the one who kept talking to us turned out to be a corpse. Why can she still keep thinking? Does man really have a soul? How long did she stay here and what happened to her that she became like this? People who have the ability to think logically in the normal world can't believe what they see before them. However, the size of this corpse matches Dorothy's voice, and it is about 13 or 4 years old. And just by listening to her voice, the image we can draw in our minds is what the bones in front of us looked like when they were still alive.

Even so, even though she seems to be right in front of us, we still have difficulty understanding the scene of a corpse communicating with us.

Gregya, who was still shocked before, reached out to the corpse, as if trying to touch some of it to confirm whether all this was true.

"Don't touch me!" Dorothy's stern voice sounded. Gregya, who hadn't touched it yet, shrank her hands as if she had been bitten by a poisonous snake.

"No doubt, I don't need ** to exist." Dorothy said: "It's not difficult to understand. I let myself exist in this world in an informationized way, I only need to save personality awareness information. It’s just a carrier, and it's not only human **** that can be a carrier."

Although I can probably understand what she meant, I am still very surprised by all this.

In the normal world, most matter can be depicted and simulated in the form of data in the computer, and some people assume that the personality consciousness can be stored in the form of data, but this is just a hypothesis that stays in the theoretical and academic fields. A science fiction and even fantasy. To do this, a deeper theory and a more powerful hardware are needed-the relationship between personality awareness and ** is as complicated as the difference between the macro world and the micro world. Before the final essence of anything is determined, everything is uncertain. Even the electrons observed in the last century can still be divided into finer structures and more complicated modes of operation, which extend various assumptions and theory.

It’s hard to imagine. It’s something that can be observed and touched by the naked eye, but it becomes an incomprehensible concept when investigating its roots, not to mention the "personality consciousness" that cannot be directly observed and touched. "Woolen cloth?

Nowadays, when people want to describe the most essential things of a person, they often can only use the conceptual word "soul".

Doroth calls her current state "personality awareness information". So, is this "personality awareness 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 like this and found a way to do so." Dorothy said.

"It's unbelievable." Tritty sighed.

"I think so too." Dorothy said, "However, your understanding may be a little off."

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

"I said, this is my way of being in this world. However, 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 paragraph Information, a reflection." Dorothy said: "Gao Chuan, maybe the color has already 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?" Gregya's tail pitched high.

"Are you kidding?" Tridi frowned, "Although you look like...I don't want to discuss problems with mental patients. Even I understand how complicated the world is, there are only twelve basics Particles, the four basic forces cannot be simulated. We will bleed, die, love, hate, and obey the most forbidden laws of physics. I know that everyone who says that the world is just a game has serious psychology. Disease."

"I'm crazy? Maybe." Dorothy didn't even refute, but said in an extremely cold tone: "But for you, there will be no chance to understand the true appearance of this world. You guys. I can only live in this world, and this place is real to you..." She paused, and read a poem in a sad tone: "Looking at the mountains and the sides, the heights are different. I don’t know. The true face of Mount Lu is only in this mountain."

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

"It's a classic poem from my country." I explained to her in a superficial way: "When you are just in a mountain, you can't know what it really looks like, because it's too big , Has exceeded your imagination."

"We do not come 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 suggest you to watch Psychiatrist. Now let’s get back to the topic, how can we get out of here?" Tritty 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 at Tritty's words, she just said piercing words like "You can't do anything" in a natural tone.

"Then why did you contact us?" Tritty sneered.

"Because there are things Gao Chuan can do, and he has to do it." When Dorothy said that, both Gregya and Tritty turned their attention to me, and Gregya again Looking at the girl's bones again: "What is the relationship between you and Mr. Gao Chuan? He said he didn't know you, but you are obviously familiar with him."

"He is sick and forgot a lot of things, but it doesn't matter, he will remember it soon." Dorothy said, "He must also remember."

Gregya stared at the bones with distrust. But Tritty still frowned. From the moment she saw this bone, her expression hadn't been relaxed. Obviously, communicating with a corpse like a madman was a heavy burden for her.

"I think I am in a good state." 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 out of this ghost place. Then I will take you out."

Gregya and Tritty heard me say this, both began to look nervous, staring directly at the girl's bones. Tritty must really want to leave here, but it's hard to judge whether Gregya is so persistent.

"If you just leave the so-called ruling bureau, you can do it here. I can open the node for you." Dorothy's refreshing answer made Cui Di take a sigh of relief, with a faint joy on her face, she watched At Gregya's glance, the female college student just shrugged. She knew very well that neither I nor Tritty would let her stay here.

"So, what do you need? Just let me take you out of this factory building, maybe you want to return to the normal world?" I couldn't help but ask. This existence in a weird state—whether it is seen in front of us or not, is the “soul” of a girl—she guided us here obviously for a purpose, 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 picked up from the trash? You said, use that puppet to locate me."

"That's the secret door I set up in the script." Dorothy's tone sank softly, as if she was saying something unspeakable, and she seemed to mutter to herself: "It looks like It’s a trivial matter that won’t be noticed. But because of this, the plan can proceed smoothly..."

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

"Yes. But let's not talk about it yet." Dorothy said, "You will stay in this world for a long time, in order to preserve your personality awareness information and in order to have the power to do certain things. , You must implant something. If you agree, I will open the node for these two young ladies."

Without waiting for me to answer, Gregya had already asked first, and said in a very vigilant tone: "If you think you can use me to threaten Mr. Gao Chuan, you would be very wrong. I didn't I am not particularly afraid of this place, and even if I do not rely on you, Mr. Gaochuan has other ways to let us leave."

Tritty glanced at Gregya, but did not speak.

"What do you mean? Gao Chuan." Dorothy ignored the two and asked me directly.

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

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

"It looks like a name just thought of. Is it an experiment that no one has ever used?"

The silence lasted for a few seconds. In our gaze, Dorothy slowly said: "Yes, this is a new technology, a work I am proud of. It can make you stop in ** It still exists during operation."

"Just like you?" I looked at the girl's bones in front of me.

"Just like me. Although the rotten ** is a bit disgusting, at least it won't die, will it?" Dorothy asked rhetorically.

Gregya and Tritty both looked at me with strange eyes, as if they wanted me to refuse, but they were curious about this "brain hardware".

"The important thing is that you have to do something, and implanting brain hardware can make you more confident." Dorothy mentioned "things I have to do" again.

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

"Can't say it." Dorothy faced this problem and said the same thing as the schoolmate: "It's a prohibited matter."

The more I believe, as she said, she has a very close relationship with her classmates.

She said, "I and I come from the same place"-it looks a lot like this. I once guessed that for them who use "online games" to describe the world, this "same place" is probably a height beyond the world in a sense such as "reality beyond the game terminal". They give people the feeling that they know everything, just like a prophet, but they have a deeper understanding of the world than the prophet, but for some reason they can't explain it clearly.

Only the **** who made the world, or who thinks he is the **** who created the world, can describe the extremely complex, mysterious and solemn world in people's eyes. Thinking of yourself as a god, isn’t that like a madman’s babbling? In my knowledge, there are countless cases and theories about this state of mind. However, I just can’t really treat her as a mental patient like Gregya and Tritty did.

I deeply realized that deep in my body, from genetic instincts, or deep in my subconscious, there is something that interferes with my normal perception of things-it’s an indescribable feeling, it’s hard to describe. In other words, it is like facing her, a subtle estrangement between me and the world, and I have always believed that being born and surviving in this world, relying on and following the rules of this world exists. I should be extremely harmonious with this world.

Because of this sense of estrangement, I couldn't help but want to see what the classmate 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 failing the operation." I slowly said in full view, "Why not? I really want to know what'brain hardware' is. Something magical."

"Mr. Gaochuan!" Gregya exclaimed.

"Please think twice." Tritty also said, "I know you want to protect us. You are a brave and upright person, but because of this, I don't want you to be forced to do what you don’t want to do because of our relationship. Things to do."

"No, it's not forced." I said, "I'm really interested in this technology that can save personality information. If this brain hardware can really have an effect, then for us who whisper, no, for anyone In other words, it is a very tempting thing. Besides, besides the actual effect, I am also technically curious about it. I probably never told you about it. In fact, I also act as a technical assistant to Dr. Omi. , Barely a scientist."

Gregya and Tritty didn't believe, or rather, didn't fully believe my answer. But my will is very firm, let them understand that it is impossible to persuade me.

"Then, hurry up and get started before the safety network system finds us again." Dorothy said.

"What should I do?" I asked.

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

"Made of a material similar to the security guard?" I asked as I walked to the seat with a folding knife without hesitation, straightened the head of her corpse, and then glanced at Greg Ya and Tritty. As soon as the eyes of the two met with me, they immediately showed a complicated expression and took a deep breath. I turned my chair back to them, so that they didn't let them witness the scene that was becoming curious.

"Almost. It is the strongest substance I can find after all." Dorothy replied.

Compared with the hardness of an ordinary girl's skull, the folding knife is sharp and hard enough, so I easily inserted the tip of the knife into the girl's skull. When encountering a hard object, of course it cannot be a brain, so it is probably a special carrier to preserve her personality consciousness. Like cutting a watermelon, I cut my head open along the midline—people who haven’t tried it can never imagine how strange this is. Even medical students rarely encounter "the dead body tells you." How should I cut its head" something like this.

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

"You seem to know what the ruling bureau is, and the strange gray fog..." I said in a casual questioning tone.

"Yes, I know." Dorothy said, "But, this is a very complicated thing. The explanation documents are listed, and even a library can't fit it. If you care, then And you shouldn’t miss this opportunity to implant your brain hardware...an opportunity to understand the world and the important responsibilities you shoulder."

While she was talking, I took out a fingernail-sized chip from the cut skull. Its color looked like a piece of ordinary plastic, and strips appeared and disappeared on the surface. Light loop.

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

"How? A familiar thing, right?" Dorothy's voice was broadcast centered on the chip: "I won't tell you what happened, you must remember it yourself and choose whether to receive it or not. , Otherwise it’s meaningless."

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

However, Dorothy is very serious when dealing with this issue.

"For scripts, this is true." She used the word "scripts" again, and then continued: "What you will face is a very difficult decision. You must choose to give up on yourself. , Or abandon the past, and this decision will determine your future, life and death, victory or defeat to a certain extent... But I believe you, because you are Gao Chuan, not someone else. Everything in the past seems to be forgotten, but actually They are all imprinted in the factors. What flows in your body is the blood of Gao Chuan, inheriting the will that will not go out even if it turns into ashes once it burns."

I was shocked by the certain power in her tone. I don't understand what she is suggesting. I don't think I am a person who is more emotional than rational, but just hearing her words, the blood that flows can not help but boil. There was an unprecedented strong sense of mission that shook my firm heart. I felt a will that seemed to come from the depths of my soul penetrated every cell at this moment.

It is talking to "me".

——Hero... Gao Chuan...