I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior Chapter 612: The lost youth, the elongated world

In some ancient sci-fi movies, some human beings living in pain would be extremely envious of artificial intelligence.

Because AI can choose what to remember and what to forget.

People can't do it, they can only fall into the pain and can't extricate themselves, rely on time to flush memory little by little, and stronger and stronger willpower to resist the pain.

But when Chen Feng, as a human being, really had the ability to selectively "forget", he suddenly realized that forgetting itself is actually a pain.

The process of letting go of memory is inherently suffering.

Good memories represent the joys he has experienced. There are many names in his memory that he can't forget - Zhong Lei, Tang Tianxin, Fatty Ou, Brother Hu, Datou Lin, Ou Qinglan, and grandfather Chen Mo.

And many of his treasured moments of life.

Bad memories represent his growth. There are many pictures that he doesn't want to recall but cannot forget, but it is precisely because of the pain he has experienced that he can become what he wants to be. Humans need the person he became.

Happiness lifts people's spirits, frustration makes people learn to grow.

As long as it is memory, whether it is good or bad, it cannot be easily given up. It is Chen Feng's precious treasure, even more important than knowledge.

Forgot knowledge, you can learn it again.

Forgot in life, if he can't find it by himself, then he really has no chance to experience it again.

Chen Feng experienced ten rebirths, but the life he experienced each time, whether it was a thousand years ago or a thousand years later, was different and could not be copied.

His subconscious will tell him that his existence is based on memory, and the process of discarding memory is a slow, bloodless suicide, like a person holding a small rusty blunt knife, a little A little strip of flesh and blood from his body.

Chen Feng actually had a plan.

Even if he fails to read the stacked memory symbols in the end, and fails to retrieve his own memory, there is still a copy on Fanxing's side.

But the nature of the star's backup and the mnemonic is very different.

The stacked memory symbols have his own thinking characteristics, and the quantum laws and his thinking can be seamlessly connected.

His process of absorbing memory symbols is like a person who lost his memory due to a cerebral thrombosis, regaining his memory after slowly unclogging the blood vessels.

If Fanxing transmits the backup information to him, or if he quickly browses Fanxing's backup "documents", it becomes watching a movie.

That's a bystander's perspective.

Chen Feng is very clear that even if he is crazy about self-suggestion, the protagonist of this movie is himself.

Before making this decision, he thought it would be easy to let go of the past, and he might be a little disappointed, but it wouldn't be too big of a problem.

But when he was really about to draw the first stroke in the mysterious stack of memory symbols representing the knowledge he had learned in the past few years, a string in his heart suddenly broke.

Obviously all that was thrown away was "irrelevant" knowledge, but there was still pain in my heart, like a tree gnawed by termites.

This is a bizarre situation that he can't tell anyone, nor can he find any reference to in history.

He is the first and only person in human history who quantifies the black hole of the complete human mind, and then re-infuses the underlying personality into a new body like transferring data from a computer hard drive.

At this time, he was roaring wildly in his heart.

He didn't want to, but couldn't control it at all.

In order to avoid disturbing Chen Feng, Fanxing had already evacuated her quantum network scanning signal back, completely cutting off the connection between the two.

Chen Feng didn't even have a listener.

Supported in endless pain for a long time, Chen Feng slowly regained his sanity and refocused his virtual vision.

Chen Feng's "soul" looked up at the endless darkness, gasping for breath.

Although gasping for breath is useless, the habitual thinking he developed when he once had a body miraculously made him feel a little more relaxed.

"It won't work like this."

"Shouldn't this level of difficulty be expected earlier?"

"Nothing difficult, keep calm."

"I can, I can."

"I will definitely get my memory back."

“What is lost now is for a better gain in the future.”

……

Chen Feng is like a child who has climbed the wall for the first time, constantly encouraging himself with such seemingly childish language.

At this moment, he has no one to rely on.

But the more in this situation, the more stubborn he is.

For a long time, the only one who could stay by his side before he died in battle and form a direct help to him was basically the big one.

More often, he would have to face all the enemies alone.

He's used to it.

After a long time, Chen Feng finally stopped panting, his eyes became clear and firm.

He moves his head and begins to reimagine the information in his mind.

In the front, the first zigzag ink marks were filled in the frame of the complex and mysterious symbols that had been completely designed by Chen Feng, as if copying calligraphy.

At the same time, Chen Feng forgot all the knowledge systems he had mastered since 2600.

The quantum laws that carry his thoughts take a step forward along the axon in the drill's telescopic chain.

A real-energy particle floating in the forefront is also a quantum law like 1-bit binary data, passing through an information channel connecting virtual and real, dripping into the brain cells of the embryo, and then like a seed Rooted down.

In the next instant, the embryo that was already "dead" released a ray of extremely subtle quantum entanglement interference for the first time after a lapse of seven years.

Amplify this interference billions of times, which can be roughly understood as human brain waves, or the biological electromagnetic response released by the human body when it circulates.

In the real-level scanner of the Primitive Genetics Research Institute, this entangled signal was infinitely amplified, and finally sounded in the many monitoring rooms of the research institute with a loud bang.

Roar!

The institute is boiling.

Countless people jumped up excitedly.

Someone's face flushed with tears.

Someone's hands were shaking and the words were incoherent.

These researchers, who have participated in the Morrowind Empire with the highest degree of secrecy to date, know what this means.

The sound of "dong" represents the heartbeat of the sage.

Almost at the same time, Yang Guoding's voice sounded in everyone's communicator.

"Everyone be quiet, stay focused, the second stage has just begun. The embryo's 'heartbeat' does not mean it has been successful. I must stress that the sage has officially entered the stage of thinking docking."

"This is the first and most important project in human history to return quantum thinking to the human body! When the embryo is born with a heartbeat, it means that the sage has begun to enter the embryo, and the following process is neither reversible nor can it be stopped! The sage His escape route has been cut off. He has put his life in our hands."

"I believe I don't need to stress the importance of the lives of the philosophers. It is related to the life and death of the empire, the entire civilization, and everyone!"

"Two hundred years ago, Dr. Sergey said that researchers are warriors in gowns. This is our battlefield! Our final battle has begun! Our real enemies are not compound-eyed, nor compound-eyed. The real culprit behind it is the fate of perdition!"

"Fate cannot be seen or touched. But it awaits us in the future. It will wipe us, our families, our homeland, our countrymen, and the traces of our existence from the universe."

"Humanity will not sit still! The sages and our predecessors, as well as us once, spent nine generations of hard work, and finally tore a huge crack in the endless darkness. At the other end of the crack, hidden Another universe."

"In that universe, our descendants can sail carefree among countless galaxies, from the Milky Way to Andromeda, to the Sloan Wall, and beyond the boundaries of the known universe! Our civilization will be in That universe will last forever!"

"However, to get there, we need to use our own hands to beat the future destiny into what we want."

"A warrior is never caught up in a little progress, always looking at the final mission. Lax, it means death, means failure. So, you know what I mean?"

Yang Guoding's words are not profound, the meaning is very simple, even a little colloquial, but inexplicably straight to the heart,

The people in the research institute were stunned for a moment, and then their faces slowly turned red.

More than ten seconds passed, the noise quickly cooled down, and everyone sat back to their desks.

The atmosphere has changed significantly from before.

When people decide to stay, they rely on a reckless courage, and they rely on sheer willpower in their work, but now people's expressions have a hint of deeper consciousness.

Lin La also heard Yang Guoding's words.

She is slightly surprised.

She knows Yang Guoding well.

Although Yang Guoding is not taciturn, he is by no means an articulate person.

His style of doing things is usually to say less and do more, substituting behavior for words, and rarely expresses such emotional expression in language.

This is probably not his own.

Lin La guessed the truth, this passage is indeed not Yang Guoding's own, the real author is Fanxing.

The data of Fanxing stores the social ideology of all systems and regions in the entire Morrowind Empire so far.

She has studied the lives of too many people, and can instantly recall the entire picture of anyone in the empire from birth to death from the Quantum Skynet database.

As early as the 21st century, human beings have combined micro-expression psychology, physiology, and electromagnetism to invent a polygraph. Today, Fanxing's ability can be regarded as a super polygraph that is a billion times more powerful.

After a lot of calculations in line with the basic laws of space-time topology, Fanxing mastered the main trend of the mental state and thinking mode of everyone in the institute, and based on this, he carefully designed a paragraph for Yang Guoding. speech.

Fanxing's design has been precisely arranged from the content of the words to the intonation changes during the speech, and even to the optimal volume and pitch for each different audience.

Yang Guoding is not a qualified speaker, so his performance is mediocre, he just said the content, but failed to achieve the cadence Fanxing wanted.

It doesn't matter, after all, the sound comes out of Yang Guoding's mouth and then reaches everyone's ears, and needs to be relayed through the network.

Based on the most suitable parameters for each different audience, Fanxing has refined and deeply processed Yang Guoding's tone of voice.

The basic principles of star processing tones incorporate the classic techniques left by Morrowind, Zhong Lei, Lu Wei and countless predecessors in the field of music and speech in human history.

Speaking touches people's hearts no less than music. At the right time, in the right environment, with the right words in the right tone, this voice will become a battle song that will forever reverberate in the hearts of people.

This is the power of language, built on the power of words and sublimated by tones.

The speech is actually a deep blend of performing arts, literature and music, which can maximize the spiritual power.

At this time, everyone in the institute heard the same "speech", but the details were different.

Each word will match the psychological needs of every research staff.

Every time the trembling and undulating of the voice is like the rhythm in "Moror Wind", it has become a rhythm that can pierce people's hearts fiercely, and it is also a point-to-point optimized rhythm for different people's characteristics.

Fanxing's finishing touch has achieved its purpose. Yang Guoding's sudden but accurate and mediocre speech has become a "battle song" that surpasses "Mororwind", which is deeply rooted in the hearts of people.

Chen Feng didn't know the changes in the outside world, he just wrote a second stroke in the symbol.

He threw away another piece of knowledge.

Time goes by, and in the blink of an eye, a year has passed.

The corpse planet is still accelerating under the pull of the worm type III, which has reached 7900 kilometers per second.

Chen Feng finally threw away all his knowledge except the common sense of life he had learned in the 21st century.

He forgot the principle of the armor he controlled in the past ninth reincarnation, and why the spaceships he sat on could exceed the speed of light, he didn't recognize the corpse planet, and he didn't know what the dendritic drill was absorbing him. He didn't know what state he was in right now, but he still remembered that the symbols floating in front of him contained his own memories, and he knew how to repeat the previous operations, like a murloc pulling off the scales on his body to build a sculpture, perfecting this step by step. symbol.

It's finally time for him to forget about people and things.

Freders' face flashed in Chen Feng's heart, and then disappeared, turning into a line in the symbol.

Chen Feng lost an important emotional anchor.

An unspeakable tearing pain erupted in his heart.

He passed out "in a coma".

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in a virgin forest covered with thick fog.

Looking up, you can't see the sky, only a white fog.

Sunlight can't penetrate the haze, and can only faintly reflect the shadowy outlines of the surrounding objects.

He bowed his head, it was full of weeds, muddy everywhere, and snakes, insects, rats and ants passed by from time to time.

He turned around in place, and vaguely found a path that seemed like a road, leading to the depths of the forest.

Chen Feng tried to take a step forward.

The position where he stood before was quickly grown by vines full of thorns and completely covered up.

A strip of cloth was ripped from his body and hung on a thorny vine.

There is no way back, only forward.

Chen Feng continued to walk forward, and another piece of clothing was torn off.

The road ahead is both clear and hazy. Although it is not very real to the naked eye, he knows in his heart that the destination is there, like a lone ghost led by invisible chains to Naihe Bridge. A young man lost in the forest, staggering forward step by step.

Clothes torn from the thorns hang all over the road, a signal used by lost travelers to mark the way they have traveled.

Continuing to walk like this, Chen Feng was suddenly stunned, and asked himself a question to himself.

"Who am I? Where do I come from? Where do I go?"

After waiting for a long time, his loud self-questioning and self-answering sounded in the forest.

"I'm Chen Feng, from Hanzhou. I'm going to see my daughter."

I don't know how much time has passed, and I don't know how far he has gone.

He asked himself three more questions, but only gave one answer.

"I'm Chen Feng."

At this time, two years and seven months have passed from the outside world.

Eighteen Type 3 worms are still spewing flames and continue to advance toward the upper part of the Milky Way. The speed has reached 280,000 kilometers per second, and they are slowly approaching the limit of the speed of light.

The front end of each worm type III is covered with an umbrella-shaped shield, which absorbs or decomposes the cosmic particles along the way.

Eighteen umbrella-shaped shields overlap, protecting the corpse planet behind.

But this protection is not thorough enough.

There are still countless particles that appear "out of thin air" on the path of the corpse planet, slamming into the corpse planet.

The front surface of the planet is glowing dazzlingly from this violent collision.

In the universe, the total amount of actual energy is actually constant, constantly being born in the gaps of the triple dimension, and then disappearing.

These extremely tiny energetic particles contain energy levels far lower than quarks and sine waves.

When ordinary objects move, they cannot perceive the existence of energy particles at all, because the existence of energy particles born out of thin air is too short.

When the object collided with it, before the kinetic energy exchange could take place, the real energy particles had already annihilated and disappeared.

But when matter moves at the speed of light, it exhibits obvious collision characteristics.

In fact, as early as the twentieth century, humans have found evidence for the existence of energetic particles - the upper limit of the speed of light in vacuum.

It is the collision of energetic particles with light that limits the speed of light to 300,000 kilometers per second.

In liquid or glass and other light-transmitting substances, due to the increase in the density of large particles with real energy aggregated into clusters, the density of real energy particles born in nothingness increases, further limiting the speed of light.

In absolute vacuum, the theoretical upper limit of the speed of light should be infinite if there is no blockage from the energetic particles~IndoMTL.com~ But the impact of the energetic particles is not the thing that causes the most damage to the corpse planet.

The real killer is the interaction of the original three-dimensional space and speed.

The originally spherical corpse planet was forcibly elongated by speed, like a banded meteor.

The Primordial Genetics Research Institute is located at the back end of the corpse planet and is not impacted by the energy particles.

The Institute's outer shell material can also withstand the high temperatures emanating from the front.

At this time, what was originally a disc-shaped research institute turned into a bullet shape.

If a bystander with perspective eyes observes the research institute from the side, it will be found that the people inside have become elongated "noodle people", and the equipment has also been significantly deformed. An image with an aspect ratio of 4:3 is forcibly stretched to 100:3.

However, the people in the institute were unaware.

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