Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 577: Waiting

The ending of the script has long been doomed. No matter what kind of emotion I have for every human and inhuman that I have grown in this world, whether I love or hate them, they will all die. How sad it is Compared with this ending, my sensibility and emotion are so insignificant. .+?(.+bsp;s* However, even if the ending can be changed, I cannot do that, because I need the power of the end of the world to really save my lover. Maybe in this process, I can save more People, I hope so, but I didn’t have much hope for it at the beginning. After all, at the moment when this week’s goal doomsday illusion collapsed, use the released power to activate the "gate of Destiny" and let everything happen. Back to its original state-this is just like a foolish dream, isn't it? But even such a crazy behavior has to be executed, because this is the only hope.

Nothing hope, nothingness, but still hope.

Yes, everyone will die. No matter what emotions I have for them, I hope that none of this will happen, but I must make sure that this happens.

I don’t know if Gao Chuan in the past would collapse when faced with this contradictory state, but I don’t. If the sensibility and rational contradiction were the cause of the collapse, then this reason would be from the beginning Was cut off. My sensibility, emotions and human nature are false, no matter how real it looks, it is just a bunch of ruthless data.

I don’t know if Super Gaochuan, which was born after confirming that the last 40% of the in-depth information is loaded, can withstand such a crushing pressure and self-blame. it's fine. I will not let him bear this serious sin. I will not give him any chance. Doomsday and death will be born in my hands. Then, the newly born Gao Chuan only needs to continue unfinished salvation and become a true hero.

Before everyone dies, I hope I can satisfy their little wishes as much as possible. This may be hypocrisy, but it doesn't matter. Doing so will let me destroy the world more calmly. Just like Yu, if her wish is to leave the thirty-third area, not to be with Sha. Then I will do everything possible to take her away.

Actually, no matter what Sha and Tiao want to do, no matter what they will become with fire and filing, no matter why the elementary life, Doomsday Shinrikyo and Eruka are united together. It’s not too important to me, is it? After all, I was born here just to confirm the demise of the world, the personal storage of Sakiya, Hakjing and Marceau, and the activation of the Gate of Destiny.

I don't know why I want me to leave here and stop participating in the next thing. Maybe she has some kind of emotion towards me, maybe she is really kind. However, leaving now is not in line with my plan. If Teng tells me that anyway, she just wants to leave the 33rd district, I will abandon my own interests and take her away. However, Teng did not tell me that. .

I want to do something for her, however. In fact, I can't do anything for her at all.

Standing here, no matter how I look at her with my eyes and mood, or how I touch her cheek with my hand, I am just a stargazer looking at the stars from far away. Looking at these twinkling stars, I have many complex emotions in my heart. I look forward to, longing for and admiring them, dreaming of becoming one of them. But if they don't fall, no matter how I reach out, I can't really touch them.

What a pitiful existence, no matter me or them, nonetheless, everything will fall into the abyss according to the script.

"I won't leave, 畀." I said to her: "Just like you, I also have things I have to do."

I will not be hacked, I will not be modified, and I will follow the predestined path to the end of everything.

In silence, I pushed away from my arms and backed away. As the distance between us widened, the data cable was pulled out of my data port, dropped, and put away. Yu walked into other rooms without stopping.

I stared at my hands, and the touch of hugs still seemed to remain on my skin. This touch became data and stored in the hardware of my brain. I could re-tune it anytime and anywhere. No one’s Savor the night carefully, but I only compress and seal this tactile data in the deepest part of the brain hardware. Do you know what you did? Sensibility asked me so, I couldn't answer, and I didn't need to answer. The voice disappeared like a bubble, as if it had never appeared before.

Oh, something false. Who do you think i am?

I am Gao Chuan. Unlike other Gao Chuan, I am unique. I don’t need any self-blame, regret, regret and vacillation. I am not afraid, surrender, regret, and never shrink back.

I seem to hear ghostly laughter, as if responding to me, the body's heat seems to rise again, but in the self-test data of the retina screen, the body's temperature is very stable, as if this burning The feeling is just an illusion.

In the middle of the hall, Sha, who was silent like a lifeless sculpture, suddenly moved. She raised her head, and the light of data was flowing in the inorganic eye sockets. In front of her, the pipeline wrapped with the fire escape, file and Lock began to wriggle. The light flowing on it was drawn away by the circuit on the ground, the indicator lights went out one after another, and the pipelines were untied one by one.

The heads of the fire, file, and Locke are exposed. On my retina screen, the image locked by the front sight is instantly enlarged, marking the hole-like data interface on their necks, and the related data is next to each other. Row swipes.

At first, the three people’s eyes were kept tightly closed and seemed to be asleep, but when the pipeline retracted to their waists, they opened their eyes at the same time, without the slightest awakening confusion and loss, their eyes were bright and sharp. , I even have an illusion that there is a light of invisible data flowing in their eyes, making them cold and hard.

However, this is just an illusion. The detection data on the retinal screen shows that they are still humans, with only an additional interface in the body, and there is no trace of tampering with the physical tissues and organs. only. Although the degree of transformation is very low. But after all, the brain is involved, so some changes will occur due to this.

When the pipeline was completely retracted under the floor, the fire escape, the file and Locke moved their hands and feet, inspecting their bodies, especially the joints behind the neck, with a complicated expression on their faces and a smile.

"It's a strange feeling," said the file.

"Is there a data cable? I want to try a direct connection to the terminal now." Locke turned around and called me when he saw me.

I opened my hands and said that I couldn't help, then turned my gaze to Sha. Nothing could be seen from Sha's face. She is still the expressionless face.

"The transformation has been completed, and the data has been instilled into the terminal." Sha said to me: "Next, I will do my best to repair the safety network, and I will leave for a while. I need her help."

From what I said to me before, I guessed somewhat what Shah's "assistance" would be like. She may become the core of the security system in the 33rd district, but before then, she will become the core of the security network in this region. If Shah really does, then the thirty-three districts in the future will be independent from the original security system of the ruling bureau.

Even so, I have no reason to stop her. I don't know what will become of her, but she does not resist becoming like this. This is her own choice. Moreover, compared to leaving the thirty-third area, if Shah and Yu can rule the thirty-third area, it will also bring us great benefits, no matter what Shah wants to do to me and them, but even the worst As a result, we can still be collaborators who each need what they need, because we have a common enemy.

Even, the thirty-three district can be turned into a stronghold for us outsiders in the ruling bureau ruins.

"They need a data cable to get used to their current state." I said to Sha.

Sa nodded, and the floor flipped again. Two data cables were exposed. I picked them up and threw them to the fire and file.

"Then, before we are finished, the safety here is up to you." Sha said so without listening to my reply. He went directly into silence and sank under the floor again.

I will stand there for a while. Put his gaze back on the fire escape, file, and Locke. The fire escape and the file have begun to try to connect the portable terminal with the neck interface, as if frozen, standing stiffly, Locke seemed to notice my gaze, raised his head and smiled at me, even though he had tried to be as calm as possible. , But the index finger that kept tapping the trouser tube still showed his tension.

After a while, the fire escape first moved, as if suddenly coming to life, he unplugged the data cable and held his chin in thought for a long while. During this time, the file also recovered. After unplugging the data cable, it was thrown to Locke together with the portable terminal.

"How do you feel?" I said.

"It's very strange, but it's not very comfortable. It's like an electric shock to the brain." The file frowned and said: "When connected to a terminal, it can speed up the brain's information processing speed, and it is also very convenient to read and save information. But after disconnecting, there will be a huge gap, which makes people feel very uncomfortable. It is different from what I originally thought. If I don’t connect the terminal, I can’t just use my brain to record, analyze and process The information in the terminal. The relevant data of the language of the ruling bureau has indeed been instilled into the terminal. I can understand the language of the ruling bureau when I connect to the terminal, but I cannot understand it after disconnecting."

"It's like losing sync translation?" I laughed, "Isn't this taken for granted? A direct connection to a terminal is not a learning machine."

The file also laughed.

"I was looking forward to using this direct connection method to copy knowledge directly into my head. If the terminal was reduced to a size that could be implanted in the brain, it would be nice to keep the connection with the brain continuously." She said.

"Of course, this technology is used in my body." I pointed to my brain and said, "I call it a brain hardware, but trust me, you don’t want to plant it in your head. Enter this one thing, even though it is really easy to use."

When I said that, both the fire escape and the file looked at me with a profound look.

"Do you think you are still human now? Mr. Gao Chuan." Huo asked.

"No, I don't think so." I said without concealment: "I think that I am more like a robot with wisdom."

"Really? But it's really hard to see." The file said, "Maybe the situation is not as bad as you thought. I think after you go back. You need an excellent psychologist."

I didn't judge the real thoughts in the two people's minds, because this is an irrelevant thing, and whether I am not a human being, it will not affect the subsequent communication.

"I started to study psychology." I replied.

The file pursed his lips as if he heard humorous words.

"So, what shall we do now?" Chaohuo looked around and asked.

"Wait." I said: "It is still a while before Shah repairs the safety network. If there are no enemies, we have nothing to do. I don't want the enemy to find this place."

"I'll go see Jung and Father Sisson." The file said so, and walked towards the coffin-like healing device.

Zhuhuo nodded at me, sat down on the spot, and once again entered the silent state of the terminal directly connected. Locke next to him hit the direct link. There is no sign of detachment, as if standing rigidly, his eyes have obviously lost focus. If it is not for the detection data in the retina screen, all the signs in his body show that this guy is in a state of excitement. It is true with the naked eye. It is difficult to confirm whether he is still alive.

I looked up and found that the light screens surrounding Omi's body above the dome had become more and more, and the repair work of the safety network had entered a white-hot state, but Omi's movements were still not disordered, and it seemed to be easy to do. What is worrying is that this kind of high-intensity workload may last for as long as forty-eight hours.

"Would you like something to eat? A Jiang." I shouted over there.

Omi lowered her head. She didn't lift up the eye device of the stargazer's helmet. She just shook her head at me, and then went back to work.

Ten minutes later, the file returned from the treatment device, said hello to me, and began to compete with Locke for the right to use the terminal.

Thirteen hours later, Jung's treatment device automatically opened its entrance, and a large amount of liquid pushed Jung out of it. Jung got up from the wet ground, dripping water all over, looking very embarrassed, but looking at his movements and mental state, it was obvious that his body had recovered to its best condition. I did not find a data interface on him. Maybe my previous guess was wrong, and Shah did not reform Jung privately.

"How is your body?" I asked. Even if you don't ask, you have already drawn conclusions from the detection data on the retina screen.

"It's better than expected." Jung replied, paying attention to the fire escape and the file for the direct terminal connection, "What happened?"

Locke, who was bored on the sidelines, immediately cheered up and explained to him the ins and outs of the implantation operation in a spitting manner. It seems that during this period of time, Locke, who was robbed of the right to use the terminal by his boss, was boring. He oversaw a very simple situation, and he described it in a complicated and detailed way. He always had a good temper. Jung frowned.

However, Jung didn't interrupt Locke from beginning to end, and even asked some questions on his own initiative.

"In short, this is the situation." Locke finally finished the understanding with this sentence, then frowned, and began to think about how to spend the rest of the time, he turned his head and asked me: "Playing coin toss?"

In the previous time, he had asked me this question many times, and when I shook my head again, he immediately showed a bitter look. He asked Jung for help, but Jung didn't seem to care about this guy either. He sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, and looked meditative.

"Ah—" Locke gripped his hair hard and complained loudly: "It's so boring."

Everyone pays attention.

In silence, time passed another eight hours. There is no timer in this hall, nor can it be judged by light. During this period, Locke asked me the time more and more frequently, but the last time I asked was three hours ago, I think he probably won’t do it again. Ask the time. He has now placed his body in "big" and has been lying on the ground for a long time, as if his whole person has been turned into ashes, without the slightest anger. Of course, his physiological functions are still functioning well.

The fire escape and the file are still connecting directly to the terminal, and Jung is still meditating. I have been standing in place~IndoMTL.com~ looking at the busy Omi above the dome. Omi is like a perpetual motion machine, working tirelessly and hungerly. I have been using my brain to detect her physical data. What is incredible is that even with such an extraordinary workload, her physical functions have not declined.

This kind of transcendence performance has clearly deviated from common sense and the human body restrictions set by this doomsday illusion. It can no longer be described by talents or superpowers alone.

"It's terrible." I thought, if there is a real body in reality now, it must be possible for consciousness to leave this world on its own initiative and return to reality.

Four hours later, Father Xi Sen's treatment facility was turned on. Locke, who was lying on the ground, seemed to be irritated, jumped up and looked over there. Like Jung, Father Sisson slid to the ground with the solution, but he did not stand up immediately like Jung did. He crawled on the ground and made a nauseating noise.

"It seems...something is wrong." Jung stood up sometime, muttering to himself.

At this time, even the fire escape and the file immersed in the direct connection of the terminal also unplugged the data cable, stood up together, and looked at Father Xi Sen with a serious expression. (To be continued...)