I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior Chapter 253: It’s better to burn blood than to die in vain

"Let me talk to them. I don't know what to say though."

Chen Feng took a step forward and stood in front of the signboard.

Ou Qinglan nodded, pressed the button with her finger, and said in her mouth: "Fan Xing, let Chen Feng have a dialogue with the collective will of the blank people."

Actually, there is no need for Ou Qinglan's order, Fanxing has already started to act.

A beam of light was projected from the top of the indicator board and was shining on Chen Feng's front door.

This light beam can read his brainwave information as accurately as possible, with higher precision than ordinary equipment, and can also directly transmit interference signals with a greater amount of information to his brain, where the visual center in his brain interacts with The auditory center builds information directly.

This is of course not memory perfusion, it just skips the process of compiling information with language and eyeballs, so that he can quickly obtain information.

Fanxing: "Okay, you can talk to them. You can speak directly with your mouth, and they can still receive your brainwave signals when you open your mouth."

Chen Feng nodded.

He understands the meaning of the stars.

The most accustomed way of communication is still language, which has to be spoken.

In the past, there were two kinds of carriers of language, words and words.

Now there is an extra brainwave communication.

Words are responsible for being profound, because they give the reader time to think.

Brain waves are responsible for direct, efficient and high-precision information transmission.

Discourse is responsible for sensationalism, because the voice can be ups and downs, richer in tone and expression changes, and can also be matched with body language.

Some very subtle feelings need to be conveyed directly in the past, only through the medium of words.

What Chen Feng has to do now is to convince these people, so it is best to open his mouth to speak.

A hazy figure appeared in his mind.

This figure is in the shape of a human, but its face and body shape are changing at an extremely fast rate.

The speed of change is so fast that the naked eye can't catch it, but the brain's thinking can barely keep up with the speed, which only makes people extremely uncomfortable and dizzy.

Ou Qinglan's reminder sounded beside him, "Be careful, the figure you see is the collective will of nearly 8 million people alternately. Completing a reincarnation switch every 0.01 seconds will cause great pressure on you."

Chen Feng didn't answer, just nodded slightly.

Actually, he adapted very quickly. In less than two seconds, he was able to "stare" at the hazy figure in his mind.

That is not the body of the collective will of the blank people, but a projection medium created by the stars for communication.

The so-called will has no entity. It is generated under the high-speed quantum brain wave resonance system, which is different from the semi-mechanical group consciousness of the stars.

Consciousness is illusory, existing both in the laboratory's interconnected cyberspace and in the minds of every blank person.

But the other party did not take the initiative to communicate with him, and seemed to have no interest in him, and was still immersed in his own logical calculation process.

Chen Feng took a deep breath and said, "Hello."

"Hello, Chen Feng."

Eight million different voices utter the same sentence at almost the same moment. The wonderful resonance of the voice cavity seems to make people feel like they are in the valley, listening to the murmur of the monks in the mountains.

The other party's answer made Chen Feng's preparations stop instantly.

He originally planned to introduce himself and give himself various names, such as the double leader in the two fields of science and art thousands of years ago, the killer of artificial intelligence Lei, the strongest warrior in human history, and the alliance The great leader of the government, the savior who has been defeated and fought repeatedly across the timeline, first bluffs this collective personality of unknown maturity, and then invites these people to join his own camp as a leader against the invaders. .

He didn't expect his name to be called with just one mouth.

Indicates that Ou Qinglan and Fanxing must have conveyed Chen Feng's person and story completely before, but it didn't work.

Chen Feng decided to cut to the chase, "Humanity needs your help."

Blank: "We've got the answer."

"Is a senseless death more valuable to you than helping your own kind?"

Blank: "We are not of the same race. Second, death, the liberation we dream of, is not meaningless."

"I helped you eliminate Lei, shouldn't you give me a little help?"

Blank: "But you also created Bud."

Chen Feng was stunned.

A long time passed before he slowly said, "I'm sorry."

"We don't mean to blame you, we don't hate you, and we don't hate Lei. We have no hatred. We don't understand gratitude. Even if it wasn't you who killed Lei, but someone else who had nothing to do with Lei, Nor will we be grateful. We, just can't find the meaning of existence."

"Am I not giving you meaning?"

"But that's yours, human, not ours."

The topic is back to the original point, "Why".

This seems to be a dead end that will never be opened.

Is the blank person human?

Of course it is.

But they never enjoyed even a second of their human journey.

Ethically and logically, they are not.

They really don't have a position to help humanity.

If you want to convince the other party, you can only logically defeat these blank people with perfect logic.

Lei has given an evaluation of the success rate, zero percent.

At this moment, Ou Qinglan next to her exclaimed in a low voice. The monitoring index that represented the calculation progress of the blank group in front of her had become 100%.

Ou Qinglan's face was ashen, and she whispered: "It's over."

She covered her face and sobbed softly, "Don't go, please. I beg you. Humanity needs you. I beg you!"

Speaking of the latter, she was already shouting hysterically, begging bitterly.

But it's all in vain.

No one can cause any mood swings in a blank person.

If they understand sympathy, then they will understand anger, and they will quickly collapse due to their own experiences, entering an endless cycle of despair, and the anger ignited by the injustice of fate burns all reason.

In short, this group of blank people will quickly lose their self-consciousness like those who have failed to rescue them, and they will die silently and peacefully.

Even though Fan Xing had no feelings, he also said in Chen Feng's heart, "There is no hope."

Chen Feng shook his head slightly, "Not necessarily, they haven't left yet. They can't resist the complicated emotions in their hearts towards me, so they want to say goodbye to me."

Ou Qinglan raised her head sharply, "What emotion?"

“They said they didn’t hate me, but they still hated me. They said they didn’t appreciate it, but in fact they were grateful. In this world, there is no one but me who can make them have such complex emotional changes. When they broke my name, their nascent collective personality had actually taken a big step forward. You asked me to come, I came right."

Ou Qinglan: "Huh?"

Chen Feng smiled and rubbed Ou Qinglan's head again, "Little girl, you are still young and do not understand these complex psychological knowledge. Read more books, and when you grow up, you will naturally understand."

At this time, Chen Feng, who had already thought of a solution, felt a lot more relaxed, and would subconsciously tease Teacher Ou.

Withdrawing his deadly hand, he added, "A new question is brewing in the logic of the blanker, and it needs my answer. They won't leave until I answer it."

As expected, the blank person's light and shadow did not disappear quickly, but spoke again.

The tone is calmer and lonelier than before.

"Chen Feng, we're leaving."

"I know."

"You don't keep us like she did?"

"Don't hold back because it doesn't make sense."

"Can you tell us why?"

"It's a sacrifice."

Blank: "Why us?"

In their tone, there was finally a bit of anger gradually.

Chen Feng raised his neck slightly, "I want to give the same question to myself, why me?"

Speaking of words, he suddenly said loudly to Fanxing in his heart: "Open my memory to them."

It goes without saying how complicated the memory transfer is, it is impossible to do under normal circumstances.

But the wonderful thing is that the current situation has all the conditions for implementation.

First of all, collective will is impossible.

The process of their birth is full of accidents. Even if they meet all the conditions, there is still a very high possibility of failure, but it may not be repeated.

Human memory cannot be stored digitally.

But Fanxing read Chen Feng's memory and stored it in her huge database.

The opposite is a mechanized mind collection that can receive data transmission and can also hold huge memory data.

Due to the randomness and instability of memory data, a fulcrum is needed as a medium during transmission. It is Chen Feng who is standing here.

One after another cannot be broken, and now everything is ripe.

Fanxing will not ask "why", and will execute it immediately upon hearing it.

After the blink of an eye, the incomparably huge amount of data ran at high speed through the quantum information in Chen Feng's mind, and rushed into the silhouette composed of collective personalities.

The time in the outside world is only a moment, but for the eight million people in the collective will, it is a thousand years.

They "watched" Chen Feng's life so far.

Eight million blank people have experienced Chen Feng's will to the sky, who is also struggling in despair, and his loneliness to carry the civilization up and down by himself.

A huge question arises in the logic of collective will.

Clearly...

He's a mediocre person in the twenty-first century.

He wasn't even a noble person.

Why is he able to do this?

We have sacrificed our lives.

He has already sacrificed his sixth life and is about to sacrifice his seventh life.

But he didn't give up. Although he complained, he still moved forward in silence.

"Why?"

Blank's tone was raised, and eight million bewildered questions seemed like a thunderbolt.

Chen Feng did not answer.

"Why you?"

Blank asked again.

Their questions went unanswered, and the questions became more and more numerous.

Chen Feng still didn't answer.

"Why didn't you think about giving up?"

Chen Feng replied: "Because giving up can't change anything, I am not qualified to give up."

"But you survived, you didn't collapse."

"This does not conform to the basic principles of psychology!" The tone of the sentence has changed, and it is probably just the conclusion of some of the very deep blank people who have delved into psychology.

This indicates that the collective will is gradually beginning to split.

The reason for the split is a crack in the absolute logic of their upbringing and the influence of "The Otherworldly Song", and their humanity is gradually recovering.

The proportion of this recovery may be very low and cannot be quantified, but it is objective.

Once people have human nature, there will be emotional changes, opinions will go in different directions, and they will no longer be perfectly coordinated, so they will be divided.

Chen Feng smiled, "So I may be an outlier chosen by fate. Now, in this timeline, you are unfortunately also chosen, do you want to come with me?"

The silence lasted a long time.

About ten minutes later, eight million voices split and unified in unison.

"Humanity owes us, but we don't blame humanity. Humanity did nothing wrong, and humanity worked hard, but didn't do it. You owe us, but you did nothing wrong. You're not the culprit, Rei No. The culprit is the shackles of fate that hang over the human head, the solar system barrier! The incoming invaders! They really owe us!"

"The Freedom Front has never given up on us, and you have never given up on humanity. We have no regrets in this life, thank you for giving us meaning. We don't seek revenge or defeat the enemy, that's your business. We I just want to get the meaning of proving that I really existed through you."

"We... stay. Thank you, Chen Feng."

After speaking, the light and shadow in Chen Feng's mind suddenly dissipated.

Chen Feng raised his head slightly.

The closed metal hall is still dark, but in his pupils he seems to see countless tiny stars fluttering in the air, returning to their respective nests like tired birds returning to the forest.

Ou Qinglan, who was watching the monitoring monitor on the side, shouted in ecstasy: "It's moving! It's starting! All the mathematical demonstration sub-projects formulated before Fanxing have begun to progress! Let me see the estimated completion time, ssh..."

Chen Feng walked over, "What's wrong?"

Ou Qinglan glanced back at the eight million "glass coffins" that seemed to be eternally dead, and muttered: "They are overloading their brains and burning their computing power. They have increased our total computing power by 1.8 times, the project could be completed in six months. They bought us a month to make the equipment.”

Chen Feng: "What's the price?"

"In six months and a few days at the latest ~IndoMTL.com~ their brains will wither like autumn leaves."

Chen Feng was slightly startled, then looked back at the metal room, raised his hand and waved, "Thank you."

Then he gently pulled Ou Qinglan, "Let's go, don't disturb them."

When the two were about to walk into the elevator, Fan Xing said in Chen Feng's mind, "Just now they asked me to send you a message."

"Say."

Fanxing: "They said you don't have to feel sorry for them. On the contrary, they are very excited now. One of them also said that it is better to burn your blood than to die for nothing."

After more than ten minutes, Chen Feng returned to the villa alone.

Ou Qinglan went to Xingfeng Science City.

In addition to advancing her own project progress, Ou Qinglan was assigned a new task.