Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 373: Super series of colors

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I got up from the bed, the dream of spiral staircase full of weird and suggestive is still vivid, especially the huge red eyes that make me look at the ceiling subconsciously to confirm whether it is there. .Only seeing the silver and flatness of this ceiling can make me feel a little relieved, but after a while, I can’t help but look up.

Reminiscing about the things I encountered in the spiral staircase may bring a lot of reveries, but I didn't think about anything, just sat quietly by the bed. Because, after all, it was just a dream, no matter how real they were, they were nothing more than the reflection of deep consciousness. "Carmen", "Another Gaochuan", "She" and those portraits appear that way in that dream world, but their true appearances are not exactly that way.

You can imagine that the sleeping factors in your body, a certain lost memory, viruses, and substances digested as nutrient solutions will appear in front of you with "a complete and unified consciousness", talking to you and complaining , Temptation, or even attack?

These factors do not actually speak. They communicate with me in dreams. They are just a projection of the entanglement and confrontation between the various factors that exist in the body. The reason why I appear there is only to form "I "This consciousness factor has a slightly violent interaction with other factors that are different from each other. However, trying to capture all the information reflected in the dream is just in vain. No one can do it in any psychology master I know.

How many factors are there in the human body, and how much information does the interaction between them produce? It is simply incalculable.

After a while, I came to the computer. It turned on at some point. I clearly remember that my computer is turned off when I go out or when I come back. It may be an official message from the hospital, but I am looking forward to another possibility-someone has hacked into this computer secretly and wants to have a private conversation with me.

I have no doubt that these computers and networks are uniformly monitored by the server-side practices and monitoring in the building, so even if the other party can invade, it does not mean that the communication is safe. I carefully observed the power supply, and sure enough, the indicator light was already on, and then I turned on the power of the monitor.

——Welcome to use this system.

Such a line was printed in the dialog box that popped up on the display, and then it disappeared. The other party does not seem to be online, and just sends the mail to my computer. This is indeed safer for him or her, but it is not the case for me. Wouldn't the things stored in the mail box be scanned by the server? If, I am not sure, but if the other party is really a hacker, then this email is likely to greatly increase the hospital's vigilance towards me.

Whether things will develop as I want, the most important thing is whether I open this email.

I hesitated while observing the computer system. The appearance of this system is very simple, just like when the graphics operating system was first developed in the last century, low-color interface, simple frame, rarely use icons, only use text to label functions, and even more on the entire desktop. There is only a light blue background, and there is no common item bar at the bottom or top of the screen. When I click the right mouse button, a menu pops up, and it disappears once I release the button.

I now understand how to manipulate it.

Right-click to move the column shadow to "Mail". After releasing the button, a window representing the mail box pops up. There was only one email in it, and the name was garbled. It was completely unclear what it was. I settled down, and finally decided to open it and take a look. The chance of it being an official email has dropped to a freezing point. What is the purpose of this hacker? Did he do the same with other patients’ computers? I guessed the original intention of the other party's actions, and inferred more information about the enclosed building through his actions.

For example, does the other party know who I am? Did you send this email after confirming my identity? If the answer is yes, then I can at least be sure that the other party is a direct participant in the experimental project that Dr. Ender is in charge of, and may be at odds with Dr. Ender in attitude. Dr. Ender said that someone opposed his experimental plan, and this guy was probably one of them.

I don’t know what this email will bring. This uncertainty gives me hope. Because I know that if I am alone, I can't do anything.

I finally made up my mind again, like pushing the last chips to the gaming table, and clicked on the link in the email.

A window showing the contents of the email popped up, but surprisingly, there were no pictures, videos, or even text in it.

There is a command terminal with a black background, and the interactive cursor is blinking. I know this stuff, if I type a command on it, the system will execute it. But now the command terminal that appeared in front of me was obviously not for me to execute a certain program. I decided to calm my mind and type this line on it:

——Who is there?

When I pressed the Enter key, this line of text became garbled and then disappeared.

Three seconds later, the cursor of the command terminal began to move to the right, and the words popped out from the interface one by one:

-Dorothy.

This name surprised me, but it was also unbelievable. Of course, this does not mean that Dorothy is incapable of hacking. In fact, she has even hacked into the "doomsday fantasy" illegally, brought me out of it, and prepared a mysterious "brain hardware" for me. Device. However, I really didn't expect that the hacker on the other end of the screen was her at this time. This was completely out of the perceptual perception that "she is still waiting for me to save her".

I used to think that they are in a state of deep isolation, so there is no way of communication between us except through the doomsday illusion. However, the name "Doroth" appeared on the command terminal, breaking this guess.

If the opposite is really her, then, since the hospital took them away a long time ago, Dorothy is the first girl to restore contact with me.

This time is really too long.

My hands were trembling, and there was a burning emotion in my heart, making my heart beat as if it was about to break through my chest. I want to type "Is it really you?" In this case, I have a lot of words to tell her, I have many questions to ask her, I want to see her, I want to touch her face and hair, I want to get other people's opinions from her. information.

She is my long-lost relative.

Nevertheless, when my fingertips danced on the keyboard, I just wrote this sentence:

——I'm sorry.

My vision is misty, like glass stained with water vapor. When I hit Enter, when the line of words and Dorothy's name became garbled at the same time, I could no longer restrain the emotions in my heart, and tears could not stop streaming down. .

I continued to type: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...

Sorry, it's all my fault. I promised Zhenjiang that I wanted to protect everyone. I should have done better, but I didn't do it.

I should have done better, but I didn't.

I should do better...

Seilu, Dorothy, Sakuya, Bajing and Marceau, everyone shouldn't be what they are now.

Why, I didn't do it at the time?

I cannot comfort myself with the excuse of being "young". My chest is aching, and my facial features are wrinkled. I want to make the pain more intense, but no matter how painful it is, it can't relieve the guilt in my heart. My fingers are so stiff that I can’t move them. At this time, I command the cursor on the terminal to move:

——Don’t cry.

Doris said so.

Although I can’t see Dorothy’s face, even the image of the completely decomposed girl in the doomsday illusion floats in my mind, but I am not afraid, and I still want to see her again—no matter she What became of it.

——Don’t cry.

——Well, I didn’t cry.

I wiped my eyes vigorously, and quickly said something like this.

——You did nothing wrong, you just forgot what you did. She wrote this as if she was implying something.

——Where are you? I asked.

——In the agreed place.

——The place of agreement? what is the place?

——Can’t say it here, but you will surely remember.

——Can we not meet?

——Yes, it’s not possible in reality, but you can go see the color.

What Dorothy said puzzled me. Is the color in this enclosed building? I want to ask a little bit more clearly. At this time, Dorothy uploaded a compressed package. She asked me to unzip the compressed package and told me that there was something I should know in it.

I did what she said. It took five minutes to decompress, and then a new folder was generated on the desktop. The name of the folder is also garbled-this garbled folder cannot be accessed by ordinary methods. , Dorothy began to teach me the steps to enter the folder in the command terminal, and I followed to do it. After the tedious decoding behavior lasted for a minute, I was able to see the contents of the folder.

There are only two things in it, an image and a document.

——Remember to destroy it after reading it.

Before I could react, Dorothy left after typing this line. Along with the conversation window and email, all traces of the conversation with me were completely deleted.

I can't understand how much danger lies behind Dorothy's actions, but it must have taken her a lot of time to contact me this time. Although I am still in a lot of fog and danger, her words made me realize that the girls are at least still alive, which is good news for the time being.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, calmed the excitement, and calmed my mind again.

Then, I opened the video file.

The playback window pops up without any controller buttons, just a video window. In this image, the shooting field of view overlooks the objects below at a forty-five degree angle, and the thin young man who seems to be the protagonist is staring at the display in front of him. This scene gives me an inexplicable sense of familiarity. The young man remained motionless for a long time. At this time, a strange idea could not help but develop in my heart.

I stood up vigorously, and the teenager in the video also stood up vigorously.

I tried to turn around, and the teenager in the video also turned around.

Yes, I'm sure, the teenager in this video is me. I should have been able to recognize it faster. The scene in the image is exactly the room I am in now. It's just that since I woke up in reality, I haven't been there for a long time until now, everything around me, including this body, is full of strangeness. This made me never realize that this is a real-time monitoring video.

How did Dorothy do it? I'm not sure, but this technology seems to me to be terrific, it's beyond imagination. I looked up and tried to find the camera of the surveillance system based on the shooting angle of view. However, it seemed that there was no such device on the ceiling, and it was flat everywhere, with no gaps in it.

I refocused my attention on the video because the picture started to move. The lens was rising rapidly, and soon the entire room was included. Then, the dense walls began to become translucent. As the lens continued to rise, the scenery outside the room was also included. In this way, one obstacle after another was penetrated, each room was included, and the image quickly turned into a concrete and microscopic three-dimensional structure diagram of the building.

This is a very large and complex building. As I originally imagined, this building is like an egg. Except for a circling corridor surrounding the "egg yolk", there are no other aisles, and it is not even clear. Separate into layers. In contrast, the "I" logo becomes a red dot, located in the lower right corner.

The overall shape of the building appears in the video, with a long pipe extending straight up at the top of the building. The camera rises along this pipe, getting faster and faster, and the angle of view becomes the angle of looking up. Above it was a pitch-black edge, which seemed to be very hard, but the camera suddenly jumped through the obstacle.

At this time, I saw that a new building appeared in the field of vision, and the surrounding light became naturally bright. Beyond the edge of the building, a scaly azure blue appeared farther away. The camera continued to rise, and the angle of view changed to a bird's-eye view again. This is a tall tower built on top of a hill.

The enclosed building I am in is at the foot of this tall tower, and the interior of the two is connected only by a lifting pipe.

The lens is getting higher and higher, and more scenery is encapsulated, which gives me a very clear understanding of where I am.

This hospital is located on an isolated island surrounded by the sea. Except for this island, there are no other islands and reefs within the scope of the lens. The overall shape of the island is like a tadpole, with a dock built at the tail, but no ships are parked there at this time. Farther away, the horizon turns into a grayish color, and the clouds are violently flowing, cutting the projection of sunlight to pieces.

I can smell a special smell, and the storm is coming to this island.

This is the end of the video. Although I feel a little bit unsatisfied, I still destroyed this document as planned, and then opened another document.

The top line in the document reads: "Super Colors, Super Strings, and the Theory of Grand Unity"

Next, write such a preface:

There was such a view a long time ago that the world is made up of countless tiny origin materials. This simple materialistic theory runs through more than a century. It was discovered that matter is composed of molecules and ions, but soon they were broken down into smaller atoms, nuclei and electrons. For a while, people meant that atoms and electrons are the so-called origin matter, but with the development of technology and the emergence of particle colliders, they finally divided the atomic nucleus into more subtle components through particle collisions: neutrons. , Protons, photons, neutrinos, quarks and other particles.

This is the theory of particles. It is believed that all matter is composed of "point"-shaped particles that only occupy one degree of space. It is also a widely accepted physical model. Although it is possible to subdivide smaller particles on the basis of elementary particles, the most common description of the world is still: the world consists of twelve elementary particles, four basic forces (strong and weak forces, electromagnetic force , And gravity) composition.

This physical model has successfully explained and predicted many physical phenomena and problems, but the "particle model" on which this theory is based has encountered some unexplainable problems.

For example, there is a fundamental conflict between the macroscopic general relativity and the microscopic quantum theory. They can each describe several basic forces, but they cannot completely solve all phenomena. This means that they are not completely correct, and they cannot be integrated with each other.

In order to answer those contradictory theoretical phenomena, people need a solution that can describe all phenomena, at least can make up for the current conflict between macro and micro theories, and can integrate the twelve kinds of elementary particles and the four basic forces. .

This is the unified theory~IndoMTL.com~ or "ultimate theory".

The rapid development of superstring theory is that it may become the ultimate theory.

This concludes the preface. Before entering the text, a picture is inserted in the document:

In a huge laboratory, a black metal monument stands in the center. Around the base is an annular pond filled with yellow liquid. On the ground on the outer edge of the pond, many transparent containers more than two meters high are separated by three meters from each other, arranged in a dazzling spiral. The yellow liquid circulates between each other through the hose connecting the container and the pond.

Researchers are talking, while others are putting some patients into containers.

Everything is lifelike, as if it were photographed on the spot.

I am no stranger to the scenes in this picture. These are the strange devices that make up the "doomsday illusion".

What I did not expect is that the black metal monument in the middle is marked with an arrow: This is the super color.