Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 2016: Precipitation
The world seems to stagnate. I just ran at my own pace, and the scenery that seemed to be frozen was different from the scenery that was moving backwards quickly when sitting on a high-speed train. These landscapes are relatively lacking in color and texture. Even steel is fragile. The thin lines that are almost white, gray and black outline the outlines of things, and these outlines are so scribbled, like graffiti. Even so, it was not messy enough to be able to confirm what these outlines were. In this scribbled landscape, I saw more corpses, dead soldiers, Nazi soldiers...Almost most of them were enemies, and The other side fighting with them is always in the minority.
Then, at the moment when they couldn't even react, Fu Jiang and I went through their array, through the exits and entrances, through the streets, stairs, tall buildings, and open squares. Stumps, fragments, parts, and blood were floating in the air. I leaped lightly through it, and moved along the trajectory of the high-speed corridor, in a world that was silent as if every object still in motion had turned into a wax figure.
I don't know how far I need to run. It is not my rational thinking that controls my steps, but the intuition in my heart. "Jiang" speaks in a voice that only I can hear, and even I can't hear what it is saying. I don't know if it is too rich or too chaotic in my brain like a sieve. Most of them did not leave any traces, but still filtered out some things that might only be regarded as "impurities". These things are something I cannot understand and reason with logic, but they are in a pure sensibility. Weaving, splicing, and constructing new shapes and contours become what I can recognize.
According to common sense, these recombined things from the filtered impurities have deviated far from the huge information subject to which they were originally attached, and can be understood by my own cognition. It must be far from what it originally looked like. However, this should be regarded as something full of distortions and deviations, but it can really be used as a guide for action, allowing me to subconsciously understand how I should turn and where I should be. Stop, how far is it from the goal I want to reach-"far" here does not even simply refer to the concept of physical "distance", but is full of more meaning.
It is in my mind that there are so many things that other people don't have, so I can find things that other people can't find without knowing anything. I think so.
I walked through multiple areas of the Domination Bureau. Even the locals did not fully understand the entrances and exits. It was not a problem for me. Although they are physically "closed", when I arrive, these entrances and exits will always be opened for many reasons, no matter who opened them, which side of the war, or in the end. It's not accidental, but it doesn't really matter-just for me, they are "open" when I need to pass, so the areas divided by these entrances and exits are not "isolated boxes". , But a complete and open world.
When other people have to stay around in various areas, when they are forced to only see the scenery of "one area", I have been from their side, from their sight, and even Passing through their cognition, they reached other areas that they couldn't reach in a short time. At this time, I always think that, relative to them, I am probably like a real ghost, or it is a "thing that does not exist", but I do exist here, and I live in them, Fighting, fighting in this world.
In their world, the destroyed, killed, destroyed, have been completed, but in my world, before all the dust settles, there is so much time and destruction Change. When the explosion touches something, the process of destruction is only within a few tenths of a second. However, I can bring this thing out of the explosion range in a few tenths of a second. Even so, I still have everything did not do it. Those things that are as strong as indestructible, such as elementary life, can rampage in an explosion, and they must be extremely terrifying monsters in the eyes of others. However, in my quick sweep, they sometimes seem to be solid but unable to move. Statues of, I circled around them, and I didn’t even miss every pattern on their surface. Even so, they didn’t always perceive my existence-from their induction to feedback to cognition , And then cognitively guided actions are also a relatively slower process, and their solidity cannot enhance the speed of this process. As far as I know, the speed and depth of cognition inside and outside of each life are different, but the speed and depth of cognition can be reflected by "the speed of the process from receiving information to feedback". In the eyes of others, these elementary beings, which have comprehensive capabilities and become extremely terrifying, have shown their own limitations in the quick comparison. In my eyes, they have never been "perfect".
Humans may be fragile relative to them, but only in terms of "limitations", the "power" of the elementary life is nothing more than fifty steps compared to the "powerful" of human beings. If humans can only be regarded as "ants", then the elementary life essentially escapes the category of "ants" from the terrible reference.
In this world where everyone is going to die and the whole world is going to die, the elementary life doesn't have any qualities that can change this result. If you broaden your eyes to the "whole world" and feel the fate of elementary life from a macro and micro view that exceeds the normal vision of mankind, it will be as pathetic as human beings. There is no essential difference between becoming an elementary life and continuing as a human being in terms of process or result.
So, I have never been afraid of physical life, even without critical weapons, I cannot destroy them, but their fragility and limitations still exist, and, in the face of the truth of the end, the same Full of fatal points that cannot be changed.
I didn't save anything from these weird and weird, seemingly powerful but in essence there is no difference, no matter from which angle is full of sad and painful lives in the war to save anything. Because any salvation here is short-lived, disillusioned, and meaningless from the perspective of the composition of the doomsday illusion. And the parties involved in this large-scale war will definitely not stop because of my intervention. This scene is accompanied by my quick sweep, and the cruel scenery passing in my field of vision makes me feel a kind of precision mechanics, and a kind of seemingly flexible, which can stop at any time, but in reality it is crazy to be impossible. Stop, it will continue to work until the overall structure collapses, the strong movement-as if it is, all this is the precision of the parts, deliberately assembled into this way, all the movement in this machine, through the precision beyond imagination Calculations, whether it is power consumption, direction, or rhythm, have reached the level that a certain will thinks "they should operate like this".
Yes, from this point of view, what is happening in front of me, this is meaningless, cruel, sad and painful war for people like me, is exactly what the combination of everything in front of me should have appeared. Look like. If there are more parts, or less parts than this combination, it can probably be assembled into another form, but it is a pity that it is not a stupid and narrow-minded person like me who dominates all of this, but a person like me. Far beyond imagination, it is meticulously cared for, screened, carved, spliced, and polished, just like we humans have made an exquisite power generation cage in an experiment. The mouse cannot organize it anyway, and eventually even it itself is installed. Into this cage, it becomes an important part of the power generation cage.
Therefore, war is not terrible. What's terrible is that there is something deeper behind this war—many people’s eyes only focus on the death and injury in the war. Then, the fear they encounter is only It will be human fear, and once you cross this limitation in your thinking, you will realize that there are really more terrifying things in this world.
These transcendent fears say that the mystery is indeed mysterious, because it will only emerge from a corner when people realize its existence, and no one has seen its true and complete outline; but it is not mysterious In fact, it is not too mysterious, because it has always been with us and has never left. They also exist outside of our cognition and reaction when we are not aware of it.
It's like me in a swift rush, and these lives that can't recognize that I have rushed past.
In this "unrecognizable" limitation, we are all so small.
When I am running faster than others’ perception, my thinking speed is also surpassing the speed of swift-sweeping speed-in normal action, "thinking" is always faster than "doing". This contrast has not changed in the quick sweep, and my "thinking" is still faster than my action. This incomprehensible speed of thinking makes me surprised how my brain is preserved in this unimaginable movement. Every part that makes up "me" is so intense that it cannot be described with an accurate numerical value. What kind of damage did you have during your exercise? I only know that it is absolutely impossible to be without wear and tear, and this wear and tear is definitely not only at the level of brain matter.
Even so, I can still feel that I am alive, and I can feel the flow of my life from this speed. Yes, the word "fluid" gave me a deeper feeling. When I couldn't help but feel deeply, I felt that I was no longer a "solid" nor a "human form", but like a liquid. The same constantly flowing matter is continuously accelerating in a huge and complex loop like a particle accelerator-ah, this reminds me of myself in the hospital reality, a pool of LCL called "Gaochuan".
When I feel my "shape change", I also feel the "sexuality change". All the attributes, states, and properties that make up me are extremely complex, extremely fast, and indescribable in the flow. The change. What am I at this time? I can't figure it out anymore. No, I have realized that as I go deeper, the more I will touch the unreasonable changes in chaos, and at this moment, in the near future, I am absolutely unable to understand these changes and restore these changes. It is organized as part of the "self", so it will be bad if it continues like this. When I shake the shape and nature of the "self", the structure of the "self" will also collapse.
At that time, it is very likely that not only the "me" in the hospital reality has become LCL, even the "me" recognized in the doomsday illusion will become that kind of liquid.
Must... must be free from this thinking, must rise from this suffocating, dark, chaotic and crazy thinking abyss. The suffocation I felt was not a physical suffocation of biological breathing function, but a sense of suffocation at the level of consciousness. I clearly know that I have not escaped from the rapid sweep, but I can no longer feel that I am moving. The state of motion I am in does not seem to be "running" at all, but has become as if sinking in the depths of the sea. Kind of falling movement.
I tried my best to move my limbs to the upper reaches, but my feet were very heavy, as if there were invisible tentacles sticking out from the darker and deeper below, wrapping around my ankles~IndoMTL.com~Fear , The fear that cannot be contained, cannot stop the appearance of this fear.
I could hardly stop the feeling of calling for help, but I couldn't send the words to my throat anyway. All I heard was my own sound, like a gurgling sound filled with water, and the invisible entanglement around my tentacles made a gurgling sound from the invisible deep sea, just like It was laughing, as if speaking, as if pointing at me, as if responding to my incapable sorrow. It was like the gurgling sound of pinching my neck and enduring desperately, and also when I was unconscious, there seemed to be an indescribable rhythm.
I tried my best to move my limbs to the upper reaches, but I couldn’t touch the surface of the sea. The bottom was a dark seabed abyss, and the top was a curtain without any bright and heavy seawater. It spread infinitely in all directions, but I couldn’t see anything. , It seems that there is only me, and I am the only one here with teeth and claws dancing like a clown.
Horrible, terrible, no one can save me.
Who will help me! ?
I finally shouted desperately. I couldn't save anyone, now I can't even save myself.