Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 290: Incomplete combustion (3)

290 incomplete combustion (3)

I saw these burning eyes again. From the moment I recognized this room, I felt that I could see her again. At first, she was not here, which made me deeply disappointed. Now she appears like a ghost, but I am not surprised at all. Why should you be surprised? This is in a dream. And I want to see her again and touch her so much. The temperature and softness of the skin made me almost think this is reality.

But this is in a dream. I always think so.

Mae is dead. She in front of me is not real, she is just a beautiful dream, a ghost that only exists in virtuality and illusion, from the deepest desire in my heart and cells-I told myself so, but stared at the dark and deep Her eyes, but she couldn't agree with such excuses from the bottom of her heart-my God, she is so real, she is standing in front of me!

I just stood there quietly, letting tears welling up in my eyes. Tell me, Mae, how can I save you? How can I be with you forever?

She did not answer. Isn't this taken for granted? This is just a dream, just my illusion. The distance between her and me is less than ten centimeters, but it looks like a painting.

"My dear, I miss you so much. I really miss you so much. The days without you are like a nightmare." As if talking to myself, I covered my face with my hands.

The dream is over.

When I let go of my hands, I saw the familiar ceiling. Lying on the bed in the dormitory, the surroundings were dark and quiet, as if there was a huge cavity, swallowing everything.

I feel thirsty, and my body is as bad as ever, like the blood is boiling and the cells are being burned. I fumbled for the medicine at the head of the bed, opened the lid and poured it into my mouth, chewed and swallowed. I felt a numbness in my legs, and I could hardly stand up.

Can't stand up?

No, I am a person with disabled legs. But this feeling made me feel astonished. Immediately afterwards, I suddenly realized that my feet were totally unconscious these days, and now, it felt numb.

I think I know whether this means anything, but at this time, I didn't think about it at all, or rather, I was afraid to think.

I carefully touched my calf, stroking it along the curve of my muscles, like touching a piece of fragile glass. Gradually, a tiny touch came from the skin of the legs, like a soft feather gliding along the skin. There was an electric current flowing through my mind for an instant, and I increased the strength of my palm suspiciously.

Yes, it can't be wrong! I feel it! I feel it on my feet!

I couldn't wait to move my legs, but my waist was forced, and my legs were just moved. This is not what I want!

"Hurry up, come on! Hurry up, hurry up!" I muttered to cheer myself up, and moved to the bed, putting my legs on the ground.

I tried to stand up with my hands on the edge of the bed, but my feet were vacant and weak. When I let go of my hands, I immediately fell to the ground. The pain made me wake up all at once, and I still couldn't walk. But I still want to try it, no, no matter how long it takes, I will try it, because at this moment, I felt the pain from my legs when I fell. The pain is so weak, but it is becoming more and more. The clearer. The more painful it is, the more courage I can grow from the bottom of my heart.

I can stand up!

I can stand up!

I have no time to think, trying to prop up my body with my hands. I think I must first be able to kneel and crawl on my knees. I noticed the wheelchair on the side, pushed it aside without thinking, just dragged my body, crawling on the ground to the bathroom.

During this process, Mae’s face in the dream came to my mind more than once, and the burning eyes seemed to be burned. A strong emotion keeps accumulating, accumulating, like the scorching magma buried in the earth's crust. I habitually touch my left eye, I think she is here, right beside me, even if separated by two worlds, she has never left.

Yes, she has never left, whether in that world or in this world, she has always been there. I used to believe so, but now this trust is fermenting.

The days with her are so beautiful. The moment I met her, everything about me changed—my life, my thinking, my path—if I was a lunatic, it must be because I was obsessed with her.

The light in the bathroom was not turned on, and I couldn't touch the switch at all when I was crawling on the floor. For a moment, I seemed to hear the sound of flapping wings, and it seemed that a black bird flew by from a corner of the room. But when I looked over, there was nothing in the black hole. I think it's a quark, and it's the same. It has never left me, although I can't see it often. Others think this is my illusion, but I can really hear its voice, see its figure, and even feel the touch of the feathers when I touch it. I sometimes think, if this is an illusion, what is real?

I grabbed the edge of the sink and pulled my body up. My legs seemed to have no bones, but I tried to stand up with enough strength. Then, I felt the supporting power, it was so weak, like a baby bird that just got out of its shell, but it does exist, and all of this is not my illusion.

With the help of my arms and legs, I stood up tremblingly for the first time.

I was sweating profusely, and gradually got used to the dark eyes, and dimly saw the embarrassed face in the mirror. Hair is attached to his forehead, his cheeks are thin, his face is pale, he is a terminally ill patient, but those eyes—the black eyes seem to be burning! I don't know if it is Mae's eyes in the dream, or my own eyes.

It's incredible. Before this night, I didn't feel anything in my legs. However, after a long-overdue dream, I could stand in front of the mirror with my own strength in this way.

I think this is the power that Zhenjiang brings to me. Through time and space, through reality and illusion, a miracle created by her extraordinary power.

I know you guys must think I am crazy, but at this moment, I think so, so firmly believe. My body, because of the meeting with Zhenjiang again, is undergoing some incredible changes. Just as I thought about it, the face in the mirror slowly distorted under my surprised gaze.

Face, facial features, hair... everything is stretched and shaped like rubbed plasticine. I opened my eyes wide, and I couldn't see what the changing face looked like, but I was sure that it must not be what I was. Gradually, the hair grew longer, and the drooping bangs covered the eyes, making it look like a girl, a girl, or a woman? No matter how it changes, it makes me feel very familiar. It is a certain woman I know well.

Who the **** is it? Is it Zhenjiang? It is still changing, sometimes like the real river in the doomsday world I dreamed of this night, and sometimes like the real river in the orphanage I dreamed of earlier. It just rubbed between the girl and the woman, and the two originally different facial features and facial features gradually became similar in this vagueness. At first it made me feel that no matter which one is the same true river.

The face in the mirror is not mine, but another person's. This weird thing didn't scare me, but it just made me reach out and try to confirm it. When my finger touched my cheek, I was in a daze. When I recovered, the strange change in the mirror disappeared completely, as if it had never appeared before. And in the mirror, I was covering my cheek with my palm.

It's still the face of the terminally ill patient.

The next moment, I realized that my hands were not resting by the sink. I am standing firmly in front of the mirror with my feet.

I, stand up!

Gosh, it's incredible!

I tried to move my legs, it was still a bit soft, like I just finished a marathon, but the remaining strength was enough to support me and prevent me from falling.

Although it is unbelievable, the burning sensation in the body is becoming irresistible. Freed from that strong emotion, I felt that my cells were about to be thirsty, and my internal organs were about to turn into charcoal. Although I didn't show any signs in the mirror at all, I still felt that I would melt in the next moment.

I applied cold water to my face at the faucet and poured water on my stomach again, and the burning sensation began to diminish. I kept breathing, and my body was very painful, but what was the difference compared to standing up again? It's strange to say that this burning pain that was stronger than ever did not weaken the body as before, but made me feel that my condition was getting better. This may be a little illusion, but I am really energetic at this time.

At this time, there is still some time before dawn. I returned to my bedroom and opened a diary full of story settings, referring to the "Human Completion Project" prepared by Dr. Ender for me at this stage of script production. Perhaps it was because of the improvement of my body or the dream of Zhenjiang. I found myself more attentive to the analysis of the original script of the story of the doomsday world. This is not to say that I did not care about these stories and settings, but because of psychological and physical reasons, I had to passively study it. The feeling of being forced is exhausting, but now there is a kind of feeling in me. Subjective initiative has allowed me to concentrate more in my research, so as to better understand the secrets hidden in these seemingly simple and absurd scripts.

As mentioned in the previous article, the script is the core, and the supercomputer is used to expand it to become a relatively complete virtual world. This is a huge project that is enough to make one lose it. This virtual world is highly targeted, and the only user is the script author himself, because the core script is a world that is self-evident to the creator and has a strong self-view of the world. Therefore, it is predicted by drugs and other means. Once the configured user enters this world, what he faces is a real world.

It is not a virtual game, nor is it a purely psychological treatment, but to transform the user’s personality.

The expansion of the world structure through a certain supercomputer is not so much based on the script as it is based on the psychology of the script author. Therefore, although the "Human Completion Project" involves human microstructure, biopathology, and new viruses, it does not belong to biochemical tests, but psychological tests. All biochemical methods are only used as auxiliary tools and are fully in line with the essence of this hospital. .

As the first stage of script production, it fully reflects this characteristic.

Dr. Ender is very simple to divide the key to the treatment process into three steps-access, activity and logout-there is nothing special, but these three steps are not purely processed by machinery. , But hidden in the script with a kind of psychological suggestion.

This means that the script is no longer a simple storyline and setting, but will also be used as a means to control the progress of the treatment.

The important rules mainly include the following points:

First: This world must have an end, and there must be an unstable process that clearly tends to end, so as to ensure that the user has a minimum concept of "treatment process" in the subconscious, and thus ensure that the user's psychology is in the plot The intensity, activity, and initiative in development can also be used as insurance for consciousness of "logging out of the world". This also means that choosing the doomsday world is not my own pure wish, but to a large extent, it is a script requirement.

Second: The user’s role setting must refer to the current user’s mental state and personality traits, and evaluate the impact of the fusion of the three views, psychology, and personality of the role setting with the current user to ensure that the user receives psychological and "Completion" on the level of personality.

The third: The important role on the stage is best to use the real person that the user knows or consciously knows as a template, but a lot of modification must be made to make the user feel plausible. These roles must be reasonably allocated between the positive and negative sides, combined with user memory to set the stage of appearance, and focus on controlling the treatment process through role appearances and plot transitions, and assessing the staged treatment results. Of course, this role setting also has the performance requirements of the unknown supercomputer in the virtual process.

Fourth: Try to avoid involving blood relationship.

Fifth: Obvious hints must be required, such as the "two weeks eyes" mentioned in the story.

In addition to these points, any seemingly irrelevant settings, or absurd and boring plots in the script, have more or less auxiliary psychological hints, or protect the safety of users, or catalyze The user's changes are either to assist the supercomputer in the operation of the virtual world, or to set up some unknown emergency insurance and agencies.

I can even believe that every detail in the script is not aimless. After being handled by Dr. Ander, the hidden things in this script are completely beyond my current level of understanding. These extremely demanding script-making requirements, which are exposed or hidden, are the basis on which the "Human Completion Project" can be carried out. Through them, Dr. Ander can also control the treatment process to a certain extent. It is also the reason why I am still alive and did not die or collapse during treatment.

My job now is to modify the script according to my current situation before "treatment" to fit my current personality, memory and mental state. After that, this script was evaluated and reviewed by Dr. Ander and reconstructed from his professional perspective and supercomputer performance perspective. Only then is the "script" that can be used in the end.

I regurgitated these materials, guessed what Dr. Ender might make from his perspective, and explored more possibilities from it. I have an absurd idea, or rather hope-is it possible to revive the personality of the deceased through script writing? Is it possible to bring certain personalities into reality through my body as a medium through this treatment process? Is the series of weird things happening in my body now a possibility for illusion to invade reality?

Maybe, I can make up for something that is missing in the three girls, Sakuya, Hakkei, and Marceau.

Maybe, I can find Jiang hidden in my body, the missing color and Dorothy.

Maybe, I can revive them who are dead or not real.

Maybe, I won't "disappear" like Gaochuan before.

Yes, it must be so! All the possibilities are hidden in the writing of the script, in the "Human Completion Plan". There are still many proper terms in the materials at hand that I can't understand. These incomprehensible things may not be important at the stage of script writing, but they are likely to be a key screw in those possibilities.

I need more information, but I don’t think Dr. Ender will tell me more.

I can't help but miss that guy in Dallas. What is he doing now?

While thinking about it, I began to try to write a new story script. Gradually, I started to feel a sense of going back to the past, as if I was still in the doomsday world, writing down my adventures in my diary, I imagined that it would be published one day, and people who had escaped from the doomsday regarded it as a fairy tale, and Mae was standing behind me, reading my and her story silently as the pen was walking around.

Yes, I seem to feel Mae standing behind me. I didn't dare to look back, for fear that the figure would turn into a bubble in an instant. At least at this moment, just make me think she is standing behind me.

This is such a nostalgic atmosphere, the air is full of indulgent factors.

When the sunlight penetrated the curtains and came to the desk, I recovered from the pile of manuscripts. The familiar feeling disappeared from behind, and a sense of melancholy arose from the bottom of my heart. It told me that I The fantasy is over. I scanned a copy of the manuscript paper, it was full of words, but I didn't know what was written, and I didn't want to pursue it. After a long while, I followed an empty thought. Starting from the top manuscript paper, I shred them one by one, threw them into the aluminum trash can, lit them with a lighter and burned them to ashes, and then packed the original script. And information.

Today, Dr. Ender has another guidance on script production, and I also need a routine physical examination. There is nothing to say from Dr. Ender. I don't expect to get more information about the "psychological implications of the script" from him, because according to him, it is not my business. As for the physical examination, I don't want anyone to know that I can stand up. For this reason, I deliberately got into the wheelchair again, but I didn't think it would last long.

Before breakfast, I went to the next room.

As usual, the door of the room is closed, but it is actually not locked. It can be opened by twisting the door handle. The three girls of this world, Saya, Hakjing and Marceau live here. Since the old dormitory was destroyed by doomsday patients, we moved into this temporary dormitory for ordinary employees. Most of the patients in the original dormitory were either killed by security personnel on the spot after the riots, or they were taken away and then there was no news. Few people stayed in the new dormitory alive, and everything seemed empty. Now the whole room on the first floor is only occupied by me and three girls.

Grab the doorknob, I feel as if I haven't visited these three girls in a century. Because the physical and mental state is getting worse and worse, since last week, I haven't set foot in this room again.

I opened the door, and the three girls gathered in the hall as I remembered, sitting quietly around a round table. The table is full of cards, the kind they used to play in the old dormitory. Every time I saw it, I felt it was a miracle. The original cards had been turned into ashes in the fire, but now they made a new one based on memory. Of course, I cannot guarantee that it will be exactly the same as the original one, but I subconsciously think it is the same. They do this every day, although the production speed is not fast, but as of today, I feel that these cards will be done.

To be honest, I can’t understand why they are so obsessed with these weird cards, but what they are obsessed with can be done immediately. It still makes me happy for them and feel that it will be completed. Bringing some changes~IndoMTL.com~ I remembered that I also had a card in my clothes pocket, and the style was a set with the cards of the three girls. That was something I found in the grave of a deceased girl in the past. I don’t know what that girl has to do with these three girls. Obviously, that girl is not Dorothy, but that doesn’t prevent me from putting this card Give it to these three girls.

When I put the cards on the table, the three girls didn't stop their actions a little bit. They ignored them and continued to do their own things. Instead, the door of the room was knocked by someone outside.

Out of a certain intuition, I keenly felt that the people outside were not the staff of the hospital, and even this intuition told me that the people outside were not looking for these three girls.

I opened the door without hesitation. The man in the peaked cap outside did not surprise me.

"Hey, man, it's been a long time." He blinked playfully and said, "Why do I think you are not surprised at all?"

It's Dallas, which is a coincidence.

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