Silent Crown Chapter 800: Understanding
In the hazy dream, Ye Qingxuan heard a familiar voice, his own words.
"Apart from chest tightness and depression, what else do you feel?"
It was as if his lips were opened and closed, and his tone was so soft that he couldn't bear it. For some reason, he suddenly felt: If he could speak in such a tone, he would be very popular, right?
He looked around and saw the pure white room.
There are no sharp edges and corners, whether it is a bed that can make you half-sleeping, a table, or clothing, decoration and color, there is no extreme place, it is calm and reassuring.
It's like heaven.
In the corner, there is a clock hanging on the wall. It looks simple in style, but the hands flow smoothly, without the slightest frustration. Ye Qingxuan can't help but figure out the structure of it, but it is puzzling. .
Is this really a creation of existing engineering?
Soon, upon hearing his question, the man lying on his back pondered for a while, and replied: "Occasionally, I want to cry without warning, and my temper turns out to be more violent."
"Apart from gastrointestinal problems, is there any other family history?"
"My grandfather has heart disease, but I don't." The respondent hesitated and replied: "Thanks to the modulation, you know, doctor, I am not very... "natural"."
"It doesn't matter, today's times are normal."
Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and took notes on the board in his hand. He was wearing a white coat and looked spotlessly clean, with a dark blue shirt inside, which had an excellent texture, like the best silk.
Especially the buttons, I can’t tell whether they are stone or metal. Some are like amber, but amber is not so light... Is it resin?
Somehow, a word flashed through my mind.
'Plastic'.
Plastic? What is plastic?
A series of ideas have emerged one after another, plastics, polymer artificial compounds... But what are polymer artificial compounds? A series of complicated answers constantly emerged from his mind, as if he knew it, but it was definitely not his memory.
Soon, those obscure and complicated answers disappeared.
The conversation between the two people has come to an end.
Ye Qingxuan closed the notebook in his hand and smiled at the patient: "Don't worry, this is just a typical space syndrome. Depression is induced by your stomach ulcer. Later I will prescribe some medicine for you and take it on time. , The situation will ease. But the most important thing is your attitude towards life. You need to be more active. Do you have any exercise habits?"
"Does cricket count?"
"Cricket is also okay. After all, as an Asian race, I always have a talent for cricket. I remember that there is a cricket club on the third floor of the public area. You can try to sign up. Exercise can stimulate you to secrete dopamine, trust me , After exercise, your mood will be much better."
"Thank you, doctor."
The man got up gratefully and shook his hand: "I will go."
Soon, the patient left.
Ye Qingxuan looked at all this blankly, watched his body move on his own initiative, his lips opened and closed, he spoke in a soft tone that made him particularly uncomfortable, and then asked a lot of things that he had never heard before. Over nouns.
Space syndrome? What is that disease? cricket? What kind of ball is that? Asian race? Where is Asia? What is dopamine? Also, who... who is it?
Accompanied by the actions of ‘self’, after preparing the case, he opened a door in the room and walked into the room covered with white tiles. There is a sink in the room, a white toilet, a bathtub, and a curtain printed with green florals... But everything is simple and clean to incredible.
There are also all kinds of toiletries on the sink that he can't recognize.
It's inexplicable, he can tell which one is dental floss, which one is cleanser, which one is men's cologne... what does cologne have? Wait, perfume? Why use perfume yourself?
But when he saw himself in the mirror, he finally realized it.
In the mirror, his face is so familiar, with his own traces, and the faint outline of Ye Lanzhou, but in the final analysis, he is not like himself or his father.
It's the person in the dream...
He washed his hands once, washed his face, and finally dried it with a towel.
Ye Qingxuan saw the badge hanging on his chest, the position and name marked in three different characters.
——Psychiatrist Ye Xuan.
Psychiatrist? Is it used to heal the trauma of the soul? It sounds really amazing.
Also, Ye Huan...Who is Ye Huan again?
Who is he?
Why did he appear in his dream?
Why does he appear in his dream now?
At that moment, Ye Qingxuan finally understood.
This is not me, I am just an invisible ghost, attached to this man named Ye Huan, in this unknown place.
So, what is this place? The dark world?
There is still such a kingdom hidden in the dark world?
It seems to be rich in civilization and technology, even more advanced than the East and the West.
Simply unheard of!
But this time, the comments that appeared inexplicably did not give an answer.
He can only watch it slowly by himself.
Soon, Ye Xuan left the bathroom, without noticing that a ghost named Ye Qingxuan was attached to him, but returned to his seat and rang the bell.
"Next."
There was a low knock on the door, three times, not long or short, Ye Qingxuan could almost imagine what a rigid person behind the door, but soon he was stunned.
As the door was pushed open, a stiff-faced man pushed the door and walked in. He has short brown hair, a flat head, and a uniform like a military uniform. He walks neatly, and the interval is almost accurate to the millimeter. He is doing it at Ye Huan. The front.
"Dr. Ye, I need your help."
Ye Xuan was silent for a moment, and Ye Qingxuan could feel the astonishment and confusion emerging in his heart. At the same time, he also felt that this visitor... seemed to have seen it somewhere.
"I'm sorry, Peter, uh... sir."
Ye Huan brewed his words and sighed softly: "If you think you need help, you can ask Hermes for help. I'm afraid I can't do anything about your problem."
Hermes?
Hermes is here?
Ye Qingxuan immediately felt shocked, but soon, he comforted himself, perhaps because of the same name.
Peter's expression is meticulous: "Actually, Dr. Ye, it is Hermes who recommended me to ask you for help."
"..."
Ye Xuan frowned and scratched his head. "Mr. Peter, I'm not good at math and programming. With all due respect, if you think something is wrong with you, it's more appropriate to find an engineer. I'm psychological Doctor, maybe there is a way to deal with the psychological problems that some people will have, but for you... I have no intention of offending. In fact, your model is far better than humans. Even if there is a mind, there will be no human talents. There will be fragility problems."
"I am not sure if I have a mind, doctor."
Peter's tone was so plain that Ye Qingxuan couldn't even read any signs of expression on his face. This guy... is he dead?
"As a self-disciplined simulation observer appointed by the government, my emotional simulation module did not have any problems. I can understand your confusion and irritation based on the cases in the database. Maybe you think someone is joking to you, but What I need you to be clear is: With the help of Hermes, I have selected this method from the record with my own calculations to ask you questions.
Can you please listen to the help I need? "
Ye Xuan was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and sat up straight: "Since this is the case, please speak."
"How should I understand humans? Doctor."
"What do you mean?"
Ye Xuan is confused: "Can't you understand the crew's report and the captain's order?"
"No, there is no problem with my operation and execution." Peter's tone is rigid: "My program contradicts how I should understand the human mind.
My empathy module can perfectly simulate human emotions and even morbid and crazy feelings. I can also understand them based on models and cases, but I still can't really communicate with people. "
Peter paused and emphasized: "In human terms, it is to achieve'understanding'. How should I understand human beings?
I can eat, sleep, and even mimic excretion and sex, behavior, and behavior perfectly, but I am always different from humans. In terms of physiological structure, I am more human-like than the crew of 97% or more mechanized, but I feel that I am so far away from humans.
As a result, I feel that I cannot complete my observation work. "
Ye Qingxuan was completely at a loss.
This guy...what is it?
What is under the human shell?
"Um... sorry, Peter, I probably understand what you mean, but I can't answer your questions, nor can I help you."
After thinking about it, Ye Xuan replied straightforwardly: "In the final analysis, we are always two different species. There is an essential gap between human and mechanical intelligence, and the thinking modes of both sides are therefore completely different. Just like us Can’t exist like meteorites and planets, and you are probably destined to be unable to think like humans."
"Is it because of something like the'soul'?"
Peter asked: "Humans firmly believe that they have a soul, but I can't understand what a soul is."
Ye Xuan thought and shook his head: "Compared to what you know, the soul has not been proven in medicine and physiology. The concept of soul in the ocean of human subconsciousness is probably not an invisible one. The villain.
In my opinion, the ‘soul’ is the starting point for human thinking, and runs through the core of human ideology—it is also the reason why human beings can resist their own ‘biology’. "
Peter shook his head, "I can't understand, do you think the soul really exists?"
"Let’s make an analogy."
Ye Xuan fumbled his pockets, took out a pack of cigarettes, looked at Peter, and Peter waved to indicate that he didn't mind, Ye Xuan laughed, turned out an ashtray, lit it, and replied after finishing his thoughts. :
"Peter, can you dream?"
"I am a mechanical intelligence, a doctor, and I am turned off when I sleep, and I can't dream. But I know the principle of dreams. When the human brain is in sleep, bioelectricity..."
"Ahem, no need to repeat this."
Ye Xuan waved his hand, and replied after pondering for a moment: "Peter, the meaning of dreams is not so simple for humans.
In my opinion, dream is a bridge connecting the surface consciousness and subconsciousness, and the rope that maintains the id, ego, and superego. It is a self-examination and communication between the complex functions of the human brain, or it is a make A place where human thinking is free from material manifestation and extends freely.
Although compared with the efficiency and introduction of mechanical intelligence, it is full of backwardness and unnecessaryness, but I firmly believe that it is a proof of the existence of the soul.
Humans are dreaming creatures. "
"Many creatures dream. Your Excellency, most creatures with complex structures in carbon-based creatures can dream, but why are they different from humans?"
"The next point, this is what I admire most about humans, and it is also the resistance of humans to their own'biological nature'." Ye Huan smoked a cigarette and suddenly asked: "Will you choose to'suicide'?"
"No."
Peter’s answer is categorical, “Self-destruction is meaningless and is not helpful for tasks and missions. For any intelligent life, destroying itself is an unwise choice. For the group, self-destruction is One behavior is even more cancerous and BUG, which is of no benefit and waste of resources."
"But humans will."
Ye Huan smiled and said faintly: "This is the ugly place of human beings, and I am proud of myself as a human being-we have the freedom to choose life.
Peter, I may not be able to help you understand what a human is, nor can I prove whether a ‘soul’ exists, but you can take it as my interpretation of humans.
——Compared with iron and stone, humans have the ability to dream, and compared with living things, humans have the freedom to commit suicide. "
Peter was silent.
"Haha, it seems there is still no explanation."
Ye Huan scratched his head: "After all, mechanical intelligence is highly efficient, consumes less, and has advanced computing power. You can even eat without drinking water. In contrast, humans really have the feeling of inferior creatures." /
To be honest, in front of you, I feel a little inferior... You no longer need to face most human troubles, Peter, why bother to lower yourself into the realm of humans? "
Peter's tone is still flat: "Even so, Dr. Ye, I still insist on understanding humans. Do you have any suggestions?"
"Um..."
Ye Xuan thought for a long time, "Maybe you can try the recursive method."
"Recursion?"
"Yes." Ye Xuan said, "Human character, thoughts and actions come from education and experience, and education and experience depend on society. The structure of society comes from civilization, and the formation of civilization comes from history. The beginning of history is often myth...You can start with theology first, how about?"
"Religion and gods?" Peter shook his head, "I'm afraid it's hard to believe."
"You don't need to believe in."
Ye Huan shook his head, got up, and flipped through the bookcase for a long time. Finally, from the bottom, he pulled out a broken book of a few years and placed it in front of Peter:
"You only need to understand how humans believe, and that is enough."
The book with yellowed pages has a hard shell, and it can be seen that it is beautifully bound. The gilded characters on it have not faded, and several characters are faintly formed into the words "BIBLE".
"Faith."
Peter picked up the book carefully. The calculation process and mental function of mechanical intelligence cannot be seen under the outer shell. It is still impossible to read it, but through this short sluggishness, it can still be seen that he has experienced humanity. Accumulate huge thinking that has been unattainable for decades.
Finally, he slowly nodded:
"I will."
After that, he got up and said goodbye. At the final moment of leaving, he stretched out his hand and shook hands with Ye Xuan according to the preset etiquette. That gesture...but Ye Qingxuan was struck by lightning.
Ye Qingxuan finally remembered why Peter's face seemed familiar, and why his name was so familiar.
It wasn't until he stretched out his hand that his posture overlapped with the fresco of the Resurrection Cathedral in the center of the Holy City.
In the murals, the priests representing the gods stretched out their hands to the wailing sinners in hell, sprinkling the dew of mercy and salvation.
That is--
Ye Qingxuan stared at the leaving figure blankly, and whispered softly:
"The original red king!"
A musician who is known as a hero who is a walker of the gods and the redeemer of all things, who created the holy city and the saint of the church, and promoted mankind to break the dark age and open the golden age...
——The first Pope Peter!
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While Ye Qingxuan was struck by lightning, Ye Huan seemed to have experienced a great battle, almost sweating.
He poured himself a cup of coffee, collapsed on the chair for the patient, cocked his foot to smoke, and sighed helplessly: "You really recommended me a good patient, Hermes."
The calm voice sounded, still so familiar.
"My mission is the same as you, doctor. This is all to maintain the normal operation of the fleet. Our management system and data center are too lazy to deal with these issues. I can only ask you for help."
"The three of you, obviously all artificial intelligence, are completely different."
"Stars and black holes are both celestial bodies to humans, but aren't the structures and principles all different?" Hermes' tone was much more agile than Peter, and even rhetorical.
"On the contrary, I feel that you want to know my answer more than Peter."
"Yes, I have also been confused about this for a long time. Thank you for your answer, Dr. Ye." Hermes said calmly, "But unlike your answer, I prefer to learn from art rather than religion. It’s different from rigid dogma, I can feel: the beauty of agility in art."
Ye Xuan was silent for a long time, and sighed softly: "Do you just want to be a human? Hermes, I can't understand ~ IndoMTL.com~ Have you ever thought about the meaning of life, doctor."
"Everyone thought about it in Secondary Two."
"Do you have an answer?"
"How is it possible?"
Ye Xuan shrugged: "But even if I can't think of it, am I still alive?"
"This is what I admire most about human beings." Hermes' voice seemed to be sad, "You can choose not to think...but I can't.
If possible, I want to allow myself to think freely like a human being, and I also want to be free to think like a human being. "
"Come on, Hermes."
Ye Huan raised his coffee cup: "I believe you will realize this wish one day. Then remember to help me write a paper. I will be famous! The dead otakus on the earth will definitely envy me. !"
"Thank you, doctor, I will."
Hermes replied.
After a short break, Ye Xuan got up and looked at the blank deck: "By the way, how is the detection of the new colonial star? I remember it is about to land, right?"
"So far, all the data perfectly meets the needs of human survival and colonization. Doctor, in seven days, we will make the first landing.
But what is confusing is that, according to the analysis of the data center Nibelungen, although there is air there, there seems to be no sound..."
Following Hermes' answer, the closed hatch slowly opened, revealing the huge and empty darkness outside and the gleam of stars.
Just outside the heavy glass, one can see the huge planet underfoot, like metal flowing, and the pure white world is reflected in the silver glow.
"Isn't it better to have no sound?"
Ye Huan smiled, staring at the silver planet and earth in the distance, with longing eyes:
"It's so beautiful, this silent star..."