Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 369: Memory Corridor (4)

I watched Dr. Ruan Li leave until her back disappeared from the field of vision, and then I passed the corner. The nameplate of the first door on the left-hand side near the door has a logo like "Doctor Ender". The door is embedded in the wall and the seams are very fine. You must look closely to detect it. Dr. Ruan Li and I walked all the way, and all the doors we saw were like this, reflecting the light of silver-white metal.

I retracted my gaze from the door and looked towards the front of the corridor. I don’t know how long this aisle is curved, extending to the periphery of the field of vision, making it feel like this is the only one in this closed building. That's it. I sketched this scene in my mind: the building is like an egg, with a sealed shell, and there are two parts of egg white and egg yolk inside. This aisle belongs to the egg white part and spirals around the egg yolk. And Dr. Ender's office is in the position of the egg yolk.

I didn't find a bell or other device on the office door. I knocked on the door tentatively, and the skin of my knuckles was cold and hard.

These materials are indeed metal. But what kind of metal is it? I can't be sure that the material knowledge learned in "Doomsday Fantasy" didn't even help me at all. I think that excluding the feel, the appearance is a bit like the materials seen in the ruling bureau, which makes me a little puzzled.

As long as people with normal minds will understand for the first time, "Doomsday Fantasy" is not a simple virtual reality. Even if you have experienced it yourself, it is hard to believe that this kind of immersive virtual technology really exists. The realistic emotions, behaviors and thoughts flowing in that world can be applied to any known physical theory to explain most phenomena. Even general relativity and quantum theory can also be used to prove that such a world is truly human-made. Does it come out? If humans have such technology, they shouldn't still stay on the earth.

Even Martians cannot create such a realistic illusion. It is simply another real world, and only "God" can spend seven days creating it.

Even if I wake up in this world, I still feel that something is wrong-the world I existed before turned out to be just a product of my own work, the people I cherish. It's just one of the virtual characters. Why do the people I cherish in reality, Sakiya and Hakkei, also appear in this "doomsday fantasy"? Did they undergo the same experiment as I did? How many people have access to this virtual world? Others, such as Shirai, Morino, and Father Xisen. Is it a character in the "real world" or a virtual character in the "doomsday fantasy"?

To be honest, although the memory of the past is recovering, it still doesn't make me completely sure. Now that I am in the "real world" or the "doomsday illusion" mentioned by those technicians, which one is real? Using this handicapped juvenile body, walking in this closed corridor, talking with Dr. Ruan Li, it was like dreaming.

Yes. The implanted memory tells my reason that this place, this weak and young self, and those cruel memory dreams, are the most real reality. But my sensibility sometimes becomes chaotic, and I feel that I have not awakened from the dream created by my past memories, but have fallen into another more realistic dream.

Perhaps, I actually hope that this "real world" is a dream, so I desperately want to find its "vulnerabilities".

"Now that I'm here. Why don't you come in?" The sound from the door awakened me from my trance.

I use my eyes to find the sound device. But I didn't see anything.

"I don't know how to open the door." I said to the door.

"Oh, have you lost all these memories?" said the voice from the door.

However, I feel that it is not appropriate to say "lost", and "not retrieved" is more appropriate. I guess the people inside have been observing themselves standing outside the door. What I said now is also a kind of temptation, thinking about something worse. This sentence is even the other party is giving me a psychological suggestion, deepening my "amnesia" state-which means. Although the attitude is not fully expressed, these people may want me to "lose my memory." **(..) It's best not to remember it.

Judging by the part of the memory that has been restored, this possibility is not small. I might not be aware of it when I was still a child, but now I think about that small town that seems to be isolated from the world and composed entirely of orphans and orphan welfare institutions, the virus that Mae and others suddenly contracted, and the rescuers who arrived in time. , The suspicious places are simply countless.

I don’t mind using the greatest malice and conspiracy theories to speculate about the hidden shadows.

I didn't answer the other person's seemingly self-answering question. The person inside should be Dr. Ender. He said to me through an invisible microphone: "Put your palm on the door for three seconds, and the system will recognize your fingerprints and inertial pressure. Sometimes, you need to follow the prompts. I use eye mask, but my office does not have such a requirement."

"Inertial pressure?" As I put my palm on the door, I asked my question.

If I believe that the other party is describing me psychologically, then every conversation is a confrontation-as Dr. Ruan Li said, I will be suspicious and exhausted because of this, but what good ways do I have to fight against? Now, I subconsciously think that this dialogue is another temptation.

However, I don’t need to pretend on this issue, because I really don’t know what the so-called "inertial pressure" refers to, although I can guess what it is from its literal meaning.

"Simply put, it is the force that people habitually exert when opening this kind of door, especially when opening a certain door." The sound from the door is explained by a stereotyped drowsy voice. : "For example, every time you press your palm on the door of my office, you will use a pressure within a range."

"Will there be exceptions? For example, when emotionally."

"Then, I know your emotions." The voice said, "It is a condition for opening the door, but it is not just a condition. Just like now, your stress index is not within the range of the inertia index, generally You can't enter, but if I'm inside, I can open the door for you from the inside." He made a hehe sound like admiring his own sneer.

I was surprised that I understood the meaning of this silly joke-if you can't open it from the outside, you can only open it from the inside. However, this is also a trap.

"You really can't remember how to open the door. However, I don't seem to forget me. I am very happy about it." The voice said so, and the door slid left into the wall.

It's as if I saw Dr. Ender for the first time in the door of memory. The furnishings in the office are almost the same. The same tall shelf, the same desk full of books and reports, even the number and orientation of the paper piles have not changed. When the man stood up and opened the curtains behind him, the same bright light washed away the gloom in the office. Obviously from the outside, I feel that this office is also sealed in a metal shell, but the scenery outside the window is brought into view by the breeze that lifts the curtains.

My heart was shaken by this familiar sight. Then the man turned around and sat back in the chair. At this time, I realized that the scenery that looked like an outdoor scenery was nothing more than a realistic picture created by a screen-the window frame itself was part of the projection screen, and the breeze was blown out from the thin fin-like vents. .

Subsequently. I began to feel that the floor I was stepping on was not made of wood, but was also made of metal, but painted with the color of wood texture. At the moment, I felt cold and hard.

An old blues song with a soft nocturne rhythm suddenly sounded in the office. Dr. Ender crossed his fingers, pressed his chin, and cast his eyes on me.

"Sit down," he said.

I don't think there is any need to think about whether this is another test. This man is simply pervasive.

I sit on a chair three meters away from the desk. Regardless of the style or placement of the chair. Both are not much different from the scenes in the Dream of Memory. It's just that I had to stand on tiptoe to touch the floor, but now I can easily get down to the ground. I watched Dr. Ender, and compared with my dream, the gray hair on my head had completely occupied the whole head, and the skin on his face was more relaxed. There are also more wrinkles. These changes clearly show me the passage of time.

The smell of the air seems to be the same as when I first met in the past. Such a sight full of sense of sight. What Dr. Ender said when I first met in my mind:

——My colleague...well. Those people made an ugly report.

Immediately afterwards, the current Dr. Ender spoke up.

"My colleagues...well, those people made an ugly report."

Although it is an enemy, it is full of nostalgia.

"Your last emergency treatment used my plan. They now criticize me for being too sloppy and too drastic. Because your body's recovery state is not as expected, and a lot of data has not been saved." Dr. Ender said: "Of course, we have proved that there is indeed a variant virus in your body that is different from other doomsday patients, but we cannot find it-they assume that it can be found by another method... "Doctor Ender said calmly, with a disappointed expression, took off his glasses lightly, and then let out an angry growl: "Fuck his mother! If it weren't for my plan, it would be impossible for Stalin to be resurrected." They got the current results! I have clearly reminded them that the reason why the last treatment was a bit radical is not only because of your body needs, but also only that degree of resistance can stimulate the activity of the virus. They thought Who can confirm the existence of this virus? This group of scum!"

His hands are shaking, seeming to be angry. I'm not sure, but he may not be all acting.

I just listened quietly.

"Listen, Gao Chuan, for our goal, you must continue to be as tempted by those people as in the past. My plans and results have always been ahead of the trash, but they try to ignore this. I need your support, very much.” Dr. Ender said to me in a firm tone.

I stared at him for a long while. He didn't urge me to answer, but he seemed to look forward to my answer.

"I don't know your plan." I said so.

Yes, in my memory, there is no such plan, nor the impression of working with him. However, I deliberately controlled my tone to prevent these things from showing on my face.

Doctor Ender sighed dejectedly, rubbed his temples with his fingers, and put his glasses back on.

"Yes, you have amnesia." He said, "So some people think this is a good opportunity to overthrow me." With that said, he laughed self-deprecatingly, "Who do they think I am? Great dictator Hitler? These scumbags!"

"How much do you remember about the experiment?" Dr. Ender asked as he opened the drawer and took out a set of folders.

"To be honest, I can't remember at all." I shook my head. Said: "When I just woke up, I couldn't believe that I was really in the'real world'. I thought it was like a bizarre dream... the ones I had experienced before. What is it?"

"According to your situation, this kind of sequelae does occur. However, you should be glad that you can wake up." Dr. Ender said: "The experimental treatment was originally planned to last longer, and your body The ravages of the virus are too severe. Already on the verge of death, hurried adjustments, and such a fierce script. At the beginning of the plan, I determined that the chance of you waking up again is no more than 30%."

"The possibility is so low, you still let me experiment!?" I deliberately rebuked in an angry tone. "I can't believe it, you still have the face to say that you need my support."

"If you don't adopt my plan and carry out experimental treatments of that degree, you can still sit here and lose one percent of the chances of losing your temper." Dr. Ender's face was sharp, Staring at me and said.

I thought about it, shook my head and said, "I still can’t understand. Is there really no other way? If you really need my support, then you must explain your plan to me again. Also. I wake up. What is the place where I stayed here? It's really hard to imagine, it was really made by humans?"

Dr. Ender and I fought with eyes for a long time. I was stubbornly unaware of my sight. In the end, he seemed to compromise and opened the folder.

"Yes. It was made by man-made." Dr. Ender said: "Moreover, it is made by using the phased results and by-products obtained when trying to treat you and other patients... A terrible tool. We call it'doomsday fantasy'."

"Why is it called the doomsday illusion? And how is this illusion constructed?" I asked, pretending to be impatient. Dr. Ender did not answer immediately. He just flipped the report page after page. After a while, I urged: "You must tell me clearly!"

"It's really irritable... I didn't expect this result to happen, which is a little bit different from my expectations." Dr. Ender raised his eyes and looked at me and said.

His tone was not quite calm, as if he was really disappointed and puzzled by my performance like this. However, I can't be sure, he really thinks so in his heart. I think my performance should be more in line with his hopes, and it is not completely unexplainable.

"What you said, it's as if I performed better before." I stared at him closely and said, "What kind of person was I in the past?"

Doctor Ender narrowed his eyes, looked up and down at me, and hummed from his nose.

"I have to say that you used to be a hundred times better than you are now."

"But you made that me disappear. Although I have no dissatisfaction with who I am now..." I stared at him sharply, "But, I want to know what the experiment was like. It made me amnesia and then became another person's."

Dr. Ender sighed, and put the report together, without any intention for me to read it.

"How is a person's quality determined by several aspects?" He asked, before waiting for me to answer, he said to himself: "I think personality occupies a decisive position. Here, Do you understand what personality is?"

"Personality mainly refers to the unique and stable way of thinking and behavior that a person has that is different from others, which reflects the overall mental outlook of the individual, and is the sum of a certain tendency and relatively stable psychological characteristics." I will answer soon.

"You didn't become an idiot and illiterate~IndoMTL.com~at least this is a blessing." Dr. Ender said slightly mockingly.

I'm not angry, but I still put on an expression of patience. The atmosphere became silent. After a while, Dr. Ender continued: "Knowledge, experience, and experience will affect a person’s thinking and behavior style. However, once the knowledge, experience, and experience that make up the memory are structured, such as priority If there is a change in order, then personality is likely to change. A simple analogy is that something happened at the wrong time, or misunderstanding that something that did not happen has happened, and the illusion is regarded as real, and it is for certain things. Misunderstandings and so on... In fact, no matter what the reality is, they only exist in our brains in the form of information."

Doctor Ender pointed to his temples and said seriously: "The facts that have happened are unique and certain, but the information stored in the brain may change. They themselves are distorted, or the relationship between each other The connection and structure change, and the fragments of the image form another image with a completely different perception. At this time, it will have a huge impact on subjective consciousness, thereby changing a person’s values, outlook on life, and world outlook, and then producing psychological characteristics, ways of thinking, and Changes in behavior style-this means changes in personality.

Part of the information stored in your brain has disappeared, and part of it has been reconstructed in the doomsday illusion. This is why you seem to have become another person. "(To be continued..)