Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 888: Bird Cage II

The attitude of the fire is very clear, no matter how I prove that I am Gao Chuan, he will not believe it. In this doomsday illusion, there is only one Gao Chuan recognized by these people, and I am just a counterfeit who used the "mystery" to get out of a certain point. In a sense, their cognition is correct, but to me, it doesn't make much sense. I understand what I was in the past, what I am now, and what I will become in the future. I used to think about philosophy such as the meaning of existence and the meaning of life, but now I don’t think about it anymore. After experiencing so many adventures, I have noticed that my self-awareness is extremely clear, there is no way back, and I have never thought of embarking on another path.

Although, I am still not sure whether I am correct, but even if the south wall is in front of me, I will bump into it head-on. And this is no longer an awareness, but a belief. I believe in the path I have taken, so I don't need to think about the path anymore, just go forward with all my strength. There is no need to argue with others, and seek the approval of others. All the rebuttals and approvals are just because I want to see more roads, I want to find better roads, and I no longer need them.

I can no longer see the road other than the road under my feet, nor can I see any companions, nor do I need anyone to accompany me in this darkness. I believe that even if you are alone, you can already come to an end. So, at this time, just silence is enough.

I hung up the emergency call, put down my suitcase, and sat on it. I did not deliberately look at the people around me, even so, their every move is still reflected in my mind in detail. The expansion of the linkage decision. It no longer needs to be deliberately maintained. It is like an instinct that goes deep into the bones. Whether it is aware of it or not, it is operating in its own way. The state before death continued, at this time, it has unknowingly deepened.

I always think. In this world, all abnormalities and mysteries are manifestations of the alienation of the human body at the "realistic" level. The "virus" does not simply destroy the physiological functions of the human body. In this process, it will wake up thousands of years and sleep in the human body. Those "useless functions" in, in a sense, patients with doomsday syndrome are actually in a state of "negative evolution". Those functions are meant to adapt to the environment and grow. Sealed in the process of their own evolution, they are not useless, but just not suitable. There is such a saying in biology-the degree of human use of itself is only one-third of all its functions, if all functions can be turned on, humans will "evolve"-therefore, there have been various kinds of Human experiments and research trying to forcefully activate these functions.

However, is this statement really correct? Those "unusable functions" are themselves silent. Or is it humans themselves, forcing them to remain silent? Their silence. Does it make us more suitable for survival, or does it block human evolution? What will happen when they all wake up? And this kind of awakening is a forced awakening under the high-intensity stimulus of an external force. What will happen?

The existence of "virus". The resulting chain situation is trying to solve this problem. And in this doomsday illusion, you can more intuitively see the "omen"-like phenomenon, whether it is the ruling bureau, the doomsday truth sect, the Internet ball, the devil, and all kinds of abnormalities and mysteries. . If you raise it to the perspective of "the physiological and consciousness changes of all patients with doomsday syndrome" and make macro observations, it is not difficult to discover the "meaning" they imply. And this "meaning" is not yet clear, but constant observation, repeated observation, should someday become an exact "answer".

However, I don’t need this answer.

Everything I have experienced, the possible answers that I have recognized, are all negative. Perhaps, one day, there will be a certain doomsday syndrome patient who will see the final answer by adapting to all these negatives by virtue of his own physiological instincts, but that must not be the answer I want-because I can't wait that long. I am not sure when this final answer will come, and the person I love is already facing a crisis of desperation.

I don't need this kind of final answer like scientific truth. I just want that the people I love can survive normally, freely and happily. Even in their entire lives, they can't see the dawn of the so-called "evolution", it doesn't matter.

Every doomsday syndrome patient does not take the initiative to accept these changes. Everyone is painful, scared, and helpless, but this is like a "natural disaster", no matter how difficult it is to accept, you must accept yourself The situation faced. Their struggle runs through their physical activities and conscious will. And these struggles, so far, none of them have been successful.

The doomsday illusion I have seen is the reflection of this helpless struggle.

I want to end it all. Even if the way to end is not the best, even if most patients with doomsday syndrome will not get an ideal destination during the process of ending, they also want to end all of this as soon as possible-to catch up with what I love Before people become the sacrifice of this "negative evolution", put an end to all this. At every moment, there is such a flame in my mind that burns my blood, and it never stops boiling at all.

I was sitting quietly on the suitcase, watching my burning, the huge heat growing from my heart, and roaring constantly, driving me to vent, but I just sat here quietly. I observed myself, and I found that this kind of quietness and silence is not entirely due to reason, but is also an indescribable emotion. I feel like I'm accumulating this power instinctively until I can burn everything.

The staff in the room seemed to be suffocated. No sound was heard, and all movements were extremely slight. They seemed to be waiting for something, and they seemed to be afraid of something. I think they may be afraid of me, afraid that I will go crazy and turn this into a slaughterhouse. Their previous analysis of me should have no lack of answers to this worry-I would not do this-but they could not completely let go of this possibility. They were worried about this small and terrible possibility. Frightened, trembling in the bottom of my heart.

Even if I don't have to pay attention to their expressions and movements, I can feel it, because the breath is like a dark cloud in the room. I think they have been guessing. Why am I still not leaving? What else do i need? What am i waiting for? Perhaps this kind of fear suddenly turned them into fools, forgetting how to analyze rationally, and rationally believe that they can find the answer.

Actually, the answer is very simple, the reason I waited. It is precisely because I think that after the conversation, the fire will make the right decision. As the high-level commander of cyberball, his attitude has always been very tough. However, this does not mean that he is always arrogant and tough. I don't think that the fire escape in this world will be too different from the one I knew in the past. No matter what differences he encountered in his life in the two worlds, since they are now standing in the same position, their thinking must be the same as their destiny intersection, and they have something in common.

If you escape, you will take a step back. Just as, I also took a step back. Not everyone will make a "step back" decision. However, I have always believed that in the face of a person who is likely to make a "step back", as long as he first releases such a signal, the other party is unlikely to make an inch.

Because, someone who has to make an inch. I would never think of "taking a step back".

I believe that no matter how the doomsday illusion changes, the cyberball will maintain a consistent style, because the "cyberball" expands to the essence of the entire doomsday illusion. It is not just "an organization united by certain people", but has a deeper, absolute and inevitable meaning. And as the representative of the will of the network ball, it is definitely the representative of this style. In the past, I would join the cyberball because I agree with this style. Even if I don’t think this is absolutely correct, at least, it’s not wrong. Since I look at cyberball this way, cyberball will certainly treat me this way, just as an ancient literati in the Central Duchy said:

I see how charming the green hills are, and I see that the green hills should be the same.

In the absence of communication, it is natural that the cyberball will make any aggressive and conspiracy decisions, but I don’t think that after the communication-even if it is short and without Common verbal communication-the other party will stick to the original practice.

Because, what I use to declare my existence is more than just my mouth.

To leave this base located in the temporary data hedge space, one must pass through the strictly set entrances and exits of the netball. I have found this entrance, but the access permissions and passwords are still in the hands of the cyberball. My actions in this base have always been violent, but I have never felt that this kind of ease is taken for granted. After all, this is the site of cyberball. The feeling of surveillance has not faded. Someone with an adjusted defense system is watching my actions somewhere beside a trap that has been set up, trying to lure me into the trap.

If I use a rude attitude and force the person in this room to set a teleportation location for me, I might fall into that trap head-on. And leaving here to find another way to leave here is even more troublesome. Although I have always believed that I will not be trapped here, if I can avoid trouble, it is better to avoid it as much as possible.

If Zou Huo makes a "step back" judgment, then the next situation will develop more moderately and smoothly.

After a while, in this suffocating silence, the fat officer got up from the ground. He hadn't moved before, like a dead fish, looking like he was stupid. But I have never felt that he is a fool or an incompetent person-driven by mystery, it is impossible for a madman, a fool, and a hunger to get into the position of chief in cyberball.

No matter how embarrassed the fat officer's external performance is, there must be another kind of strength in his heart.

When I turned my head and looked at him, the expression on his face has become very calm. Not that brave silence, but a kind of military consciousness that never violates orders. I think Shi Huo has already told him his decision. Not only him, I am afraid that at this time, the entire base has already received orders.

"Please help me open the transmission channel, I want to leave here." I calmly said to the fat officer.

The fat officer didn't say anything, he just walked to an instrument and started to operate it. His actions eased the gloomy atmosphere in this room, like solid sand, softened after being washed by water. Many people's gasps became louder. Gathering together, it was like whirring wind, many people tugged at their neckline, and some even slightly loosened the person who was holding the weapon.

It was probably the operation of the fat officer, which caused the newly opened projection screens to appear in the air. Some are constantly flowing with pure data, and some are accompanied by pictures-I quickly noticed. There is such an image, inconspicuously hidden in these pictures.

It was another workshop-like place, and it gave people a taste of unconventional biological experimentation. I describe it this way because I met with Father Tomi Jiang, Father Xi Sen and others in the early years. The weird and huge temporary data hedges the space-at that time, Father Xi Sen told me that the place was called the "doomsday fantasy." I now feel that that title may not be the most accurate and accepted description of that place, but it actually has another meaning-there was also a similar instrument in the underground maze there.

The huge temporary data hedging space that I have experienced is named "Doomsday Fantasy". The data hedging space of "Eluka", "monsters" and "dead soldiers" in the data hedge space is in today's world. There are new names and differences in details, however. In essence, they should be in the same line. I can understand the past world, so I don't have any resistance to being integrated into this world.

It’s just, maybe because of habit. I am more inclined to the original title-although the name of the "doomsday fantasy" has a deeper meaning-maybe it is precisely because of this conflict in the title that the name has changed? after all. I have returned to the so-called "reality".

The doomsday illusion observed from the perspective of "reality" is far more profound than the temporary data hedging space "doomsday illusion" observed in the "apocalyptic illusion".

If I accept the view that "the whole world is a doomsday fantasy", does it mean that the world I was born in is no longer my hometown? And I have also regarded myself as a passer-by in that world, and everything that happened there has become a mere trace of the memory of a stranger in a foreign land?

Perhaps, I stick to the original name just because I reject this feeling. The weight of that world, the weight of the people encountered in that world, has always been in my heart, occupying the heaviest proportion.

I watched the picture that awakened self-interrogation, and then I saw "she"—the girl who stayed in the container, with a close-up. Her figure and appearance were a little different from what I remembered, but, The temperament exuded in the deep sleep is exactly the same-hidden in the weakness, there is a terrible hideousness.

"Doroth?" I couldn't help standing up.

"You know?" The voice came from behind, and I didn't look back, knowing that it was the fat officer. The first time I heard his voice, it didn't match his appearance. However, perhaps it is his essence-very calm, and it gives people a feeling of being inquiring all the time.

I did not answer. I have confirmed that the girl floating in the container, as if waiting to be conceived, is Dorothy. Speaking of it, in the past doomsday illusion, Dorothy was indeed the "final weapon" of cyberball, corresponding to the "Final Weapon" series represented by "Fujiang" by the Doomsday Shinrikyo. No, it should be said that it is only for the existence of "Zhenjiang".

Although, broadly speaking, the "Final Weapon" of Doomsday Shinrikyo is a series, but at that time, the "Final Weapon" was not just a series. There were also male and female members of its numbering staff, and they were not Not all humanoids, nor lack of Mageweave Messengers. Only Fu Jiang with the serial number 999 has the recognized title of "Final Weapon", and Fu Jiang is just a personality of the 999 Final Weapon.

The "Doroth" of cyberball was born in response to such a final weapon, 999.

Her characteristics are somewhat similar to the final weapon 999. The most obvious difference is that the multi-personality split state of "Doroth" is in the "forced converging state", which is like kneading different colored plasticine into a ball ~ IndoMTL.com ~ is very turbid. In the end, Mae and the others of Weapon 999 had a complete, discrete personality split.

My stroking right eye, the eye here should be hers.

It turns out that in this world, the Dorothy project of cyberball... hasn't been completed yet?

"That's the Dorothy project. Are you interested in visiting it?" The Fat Chief suddenly asked from the side.

I came back to my senses. All the projected images scattered in the air at this time have become observations of Dorothy from all angles. A large amount of real-time data is rolling, as if there is a kind of infinity. Magic. The call from afar became more obvious, and I held down my left eye.

"No, no need." I strongly refused, and I am now more convinced that the trap waiting for me is in that place, the place closest to "Doroth". I also believe that Dorothy will wake up, and we still have a goodbye day.

The other Gaochuan, the other me, must be there at this moment, beside Dorothy.

This is also good. (To be continued...)