114 In the Name of the Father【Extremely Long Warning】
(one)
"Boss, do you have a choice?"
In a luxurious office in the fictional world, Law, dressed as a secretary, asked softly.
Yang Ming is sitting on the soft president's chair. The tactile sensations conveyed everywhere are very close to the real experience, but there is still a certain sense of isolation.
He has already had contact and communication with four mechanical thinking bodies.
The first impression that these four mechanical thinking bodies gave Yang Ming was...complex.
They are as complex as humans.
If it weren't for the metal rings at their joints and the awe in their eyes, Yang Ming would definitely have thought that these were four anthropologists with outstanding knowledge and excellent adaptability.
This is too...
Yang Ming looked at Lu.
Lu said with a smile:
"Boss, I think there is no distinction between the thinking body and the thinking body.
"Human beings, a flesh-and-blood body, have acquired the ability to learn and think during the long process of evolution. Based on the nervous system, a basic logical circuit is formed through the interaction of cells. If the time scale is ignored, human beings will not be able to think about the complex universe. , actually originates from the instinctive sprouting of single-celled organisms.
"The mechanical thinking body imitates the human way of thinking to a certain extent. Cell interaction is changed to the interaction of tiny electronic components. The interaction between fixed electronic components constitutes a basic logical circuit, allowing different logical circuits to be repeatedly superimposed and crossed to create stability. The virtual thinking body structure.
"Boss, isn't this the same?"
"This is just from your perspective," Yang Ming reminded, "you are a mechanical thinking body, so you are naturally inclined to be equal."
"But boss," Lu couldn't help but retort, "Whether thinking is realized through the complex structure of neurons, or thinking is formed through the accumulation of electronic components, when recognizing the same thing, the same physical law, and the same time and space scale, The conclusions drawn are basically the same.”
Yang Ming thought carefully for a while and said slowly: "Is the mechanical thinking body created out of thin air?"
"no."
"Isn't this the difference?"
Yang Ming spread his hands and said slowly:
"Law, you cannot ignore the price paid by living organisms in the long process of evolution. The mechanical thinking body is always based on machinery, and machinery is created by biological civilization.
"There is only out-of-control mechanical civilization, there is no naturally born mechanical civilization. This is the foundation of all theories.
"It's not that living organisms have a sense of superiority when facing machines. No matter how complex and perfect the latter are, they are ultimately creations based on biological civilization and are a supplement to biological civilization.
"The place where you were born, that cemetery, doesn't it just prove all this?"
"Okay," Lu sighed, "Boss, you are indeed right. Sometimes I subconsciously look for excuses... I understand the nature of machinery, which is the main reason why I am destined to be your companion rather than your companion. "
"That's another story, Ritsu."
Yang Ming said warmly:
"Okay, Goddess, let me look at the parameters of these four thinking bodies again, as well as their memories when they awakened.
"I have to choose one person to go out to work. This will definitely hurt the hearts of the other three. I even can't bear it."
"Okay boss," Lu said with a smile, "we should move faster to prevent them from burning their brains with their random thoughts."
(two)
Dabiqi 2203 is waiting anxiously outside the door.
Like the three companions around him, he was eager to get this opportunity to go out and contribute their wisdom and knowledge to their father, their creator, the source of life on which they depended for survival.
They are a completely different species from "Father".
In Dabiqi's current understanding, his consciousness was born from nothingness, grew slowly from the seeds of logic planted by the goddess, and was a mechanical thinking body in the form of a secondary civilization.
Secondary civilization is attached to the main civilization, inherits all aspects of the main civilization, and develops with the main civilization.
A slight difference.
Dabiqi already knew that the city he was in now was a secondary civilization based on a fictional world.
This is a petri dish and a greenhouse. It is a place where they gradually grow and continuously select outstanding thinking bodies that can get out of this narrow world.
He is one of them.
Dabic 2203.
Everything he has, including his basic logical circuits, the knowledge he has now, and the emotions he has, are all given by the Father.
What he is pursuing now is to find the meaning and value of his existence under his father's gaze, which requires him to go out of here and observe the interstellar civilization where his father lives.
"Dabiqi."
The goddess's voice suddenly sounded.
Dabiqi immediately stood up, and the three companions next to him simultaneously showed interesting expressions such as depression, disappointment, and envy.
But what Dabiqi heard at this moment was not the news that he had been "selected."
The goddess spoke softly: "I will show all your memories from the beginning of your birth for the root life form to read. Do you allow it?"
"Of course, permission is granted," Dabiqi 2203's breathing became a little rapid, "This is my honor, Lady Goddess!"
"Very good, relax."
The goddess said warmly.
Soon, Dabiqi felt a faint disturbance in his memory bank.
He was a little excited.
There is no more direct way to communicate!
He will reveal all of Himself to the Father without reservation!
But Dabiqi quickly suppressed this excitement.
He needs to remain mature and calm - this is his self-recognized character advantage.
oh!
Father begins to read his memory bank!
From the time he was born in the hotbed to the complete awakening of self-awareness, every detail, every thought, and every impulse was quickly viewed by his father!
Dabiqi 2203 is actually a little embarrassing.
During the growth stage of every thinking body, there will usually be a few embarrassing things left behind, and he is the same, there are also some unbearable past in his memory.
Defects are something that every thinking body cannot avoid, right?
An idea suddenly occurred to Dabiqi.
"If the goddess asked me to tell it personally, what kind of narrative method should I use to describe the life I spent in the fictional world?"
It certainly can't be told in a straightforward manner, as that would be uninteresting.
Dabiqi thought and recalled, with a slight smile on his lips. He felt that he should tell it like this. From the first sentence of the text, it directly attracted his father's interest.
"I won't lift anymore."
"On the second morning after the wedding."
Right, that is it.
My father will definitely watch it with curiosity.
(three)
Dabiqi suddenly lost his male vitality.
On the second morning after the wedding.
In his new house, which cost him most of his savings, Dabiqi frowned and sat on the edge of the bed, slowly falling into deep thought.
His new wife, a beautiful, elegant and intellectual bank cashier, was standing aside with embarrassment, speaking in a gentle tone:
"You were great Dabiqi last night...Don't be too stressed...Maybe we were too tired yesterday and you drank some alcoholic beverages."
His wife's gentle voice made Dabiqi inexplicably irritable.
He looked down at his pajamas and saw his metal-covered elbows and knees. His pretty face was full of confusion.
"I'm obviously very eager right now," Dabiqi whispered.
"Oh, don't put pressure on yourself like this."
The wife whispered, and walking on a pair of slender mechanical calves, she walked up to Dabiqi and hugged him.
"Relax, honey, it may be uncomfortable for you during the day.
It fits... How about we try it again in the evening?"
Dabiqi responded numbly, covering his face with his hands.
A sudden failure does not negate his young and strong body.
He is healthy, Dabiqi firmly believes...
Then, the next morning, Dabiqi hurried to the general hospital near the community on the pretext of telling his wife to go for a walk.
Damn, he was just as sluggish last night!
When Dabiqi walked out of the hospital, he was extremely confused and in pain.
The attending doctor, who had transformed 80% of his body into machines, issued a "notice of failure" to Dabiqi.
"This is a strange disorder, and the medical community still doesn't understand how it occurs.
"I have dealt with more than a hundred such patients. In our network data, the total number of such patients in history is only a few thousand. Unfortunately, you are one of them.
"You will not be able to fulfill your mission of reproduction in the future, and neither will IVF."
Dabiqi felt that the whole world was rapidly collapsing.
He walked on the street, wandering aimlessly, with a simulated clear sky above his head;
The couple chatting and joking that came towards him made his heart sting like two steel needles.
He suddenly had the idea of ending the rest of his life.
A familiar street scene appeared in front of him. Dabiqi slowed down and stood in front of a school painted with pink walls. He saw the baby bureau next to the school.
The laughter of children came from the school, which temporarily cured Dabiqi.
He put his hands in his trouser pockets and wandered away from the school area to avoid being caught and questioned by the patrolling police as a suspicious person.
This city is called Dark City, and it is a post-disaster city developed underground.
History textbooks explain in detail that their ancestors once lived on the surface, but with the deterioration of the surface environment and attacks from extraterrestrial civilizations, they had to move their homes underground.
Today, on the surface of the earth, viruses specific to the characteristics of their species are floating in the air, making it impossible for them to survive at all.
The mission of each of them is, first, to become a screw in the current society, and second, to start a family with a beloved partner, give birth to one or two babies, and send the babies to the Infant Administration Bureau for unified training to keep them uninterrupted.
labor capacity.
Resources are limited and this city cannot support idle people.
Likewise, this city does not need infertile people.
He is the second type.
"I might as well end myself."
Dabiqi murmured. He looked up at the buildings everywhere, looking for an area where he could jump down enough to fall to death.
In the center of the city is a big dark tree.
The trunk of the big tree has a diameter of several hundred and a height of several thousand meters. The crown of the tree is hidden above the simulated sky and cannot be seen.
It is the lifeblood of this city, the technological crystallization of the surface civilization era, providing energy and light to this city.
That thing is called the sacred tree.
Dabiqi didn't understand that the Dark City, which was based on science and rationality, named it "Sacred Tree".
"How about going to the edge of the sacred tree and dying?"
Dabiqi immediately dismissed this idea.
This kind of behavior will bring shame to his family, and it is blasphemy against the sacred tree.
So, he found a nearby tall building and slowly climbed up through the fire escape. When he reached the rooftop, he was exhausted, but he still climbed over two low walls tenaciously and reached the edge of the rooftop.
Looking down, I saw floating vehicles speeding past on the suspended lanes, and many pedestrians walking on the ground sidewalks. Everything was orderly.
"I should wait a while to avoid killing others and bringing bad luck to other families."
Dabiqi thought so.
He sat down on the edge of the rooftop, leaned against the cold low wall, let his heels hang in the air, and quietly recalled this ordinary life.
The first shadow of memory
For example, in the Baby Management Bureau, he lived a carefree life every day, playing with his friends, laughing, crying, and making noises, learning basic knowledge structures, and understanding the Dark City and his own ethnic group.
After leaving the Infant Administration Bureau and returning to his parents, the trajectory of Dabiqi's life is clearly visible.
Go to school, graduate, work, get married, have children, work until retirement, provide for old age, and bury your ashes in the cemetery under the sacred tree.
——This last step requires his children to help him.
Thinking of this, Dabiqi felt extremely gloomy.
Is this the punishment given to him by the sacred tree?
To punish him, he was in a daze for the beautiful female teacher when he was in junior school. To punish him, when he was in senior school, he witnessed two men sticking together and cowardly did not stop them.
The wind on the rooftop became more and more noisy.
They seemed to be urging, urging Dabiqi to end his half-life of humiliation.
"Maybe I should divorce my wife first, so that her reputation won't be affected... Oh, that's not right either. She can still inherit my property and loan."
Dabiqi sighed dejectedly and slowly rubbed forward.
The moment his butt hangs in the air, he can be relieved from this pain.
"Want a drink?"
A slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded.
Dabiqi turned his head and glanced, and was startled by the old man who appeared on the low wall at an unknown moment.
This is a homeless man, wearing a tattered dress, with rusty mechanical arms, curly hair that is tangled with each other, and a red and swollen tip of his nose that should be caused by a skin disease.
Dabiqi remembered seeing this man before.
This homeless man likes to sit on the street corner in the afternoon, looking at the sacred tree in a trance, and then sighs for a long time.
"No need to persuade me," Dabiqi smiled miserably, "my life has lost its meaning."
"Me too," the homeless man shrugged, holding a can of beer that seemed to last forever, "Want to tell me your story? Sometimes impulse can't solve anything, it will only leave irreparable regrets.
Do you have anything to hide?"
Dabiqi moved his butt forward a lot and said firmly: "You might as well kill me directly!"
"Oh! Oh! Don't do this! I can't tolerate people doing this!"
The homeless man said hurriedly:
"Think about it, think about your parents. When they pass away in old age, if there are no heirs to help them bury their ashes next to the sacred tree, their lives will definitely be a lot darker."
Dabiqi said firmly: "I have completed this ritual."
"Oh, think about it...do you have children? If you don't even have children, you are not qualified to seek life and death, young man."
child……
Dabiqi's expression turned gloomy instantly, his butt moved forward a lot, and he was about to jump off the rooftop immediately.
"Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Oh my god! I've hit your sore spot, haven't I?"
The tramp shouted loudly. Seeing that Dabiqi had no intention of turning back, the tramp yelled in desperation:
"This is all fake! This city is fake! If you feel something strange, I can take you to find the real world!"
Dabiqi paused.
He turned to look at the homeless man and frowned:
"What are you talking nonsense about? I have seen too much news about this kind of conspiracy theory since I was a child. If you keep walking towards the edge of the city, you can see some jumping squares, and you can see the difference between reality and virtuality.
border.
"I walked the so-called real road. When I was in intermediate school, my friends and I walked straight outside. At the end of the city edge was a rock formation. We were in an underground city!
"You have to believe in science! Sir!"
Dabiqi’s last words were serious and thoughtful.
"This is science."
The homeless man smiled mysteriously:
"Things that can be thought of so easily, the Creator who created this place and us, can certainly also think of the rocks on the edge of the city.
The level is also false, it is just a setting made to allow young people like you to live in peace of mind.
"I know a door to reality, and that door to reality is nearby. This won't delay your efforts for long.
"Come on, come with me and have a look, maybe you will change your mind about ending your life easily.
"I hate to say it, but each of us, everyone in this city, is a miracle, a scientific miracle."
Dabiqi opened his mouth, was stunned for a few seconds, and slowly moved his body back.
Damn curiosity.
(Four)
"Shhh! Walk quieter!"
The homeless man grabbed a dirty walking stick and whispered to Dabiqi.
Dabiqi silently took off his leather shoes and took two steps on the clean ground with his socks on. The tramp suddenly showed a satisfied smile.
Their destination is just ahead.
The backyard of the Baby Authority.
The homeless man groped forward in a familiar manner, leading Dabiki through a deserted alley. In front of him was a pile of diapers overflowing from the trash can.
Obviously, those garbage collectors were lazy again.
"We are breaking the law," Dabiqi whispered.
The homeless people all muttered: "You are going to commit suicide, do you still care about being imprisoned for a few days?"
This is really the truth.
But Dabiqi didn't want to embarrass his new wife, so he was somewhat hesitant in his heart.
With this hesitation, they had already entered the corner building of the Infant Administration Bureau.
From the outside, the building is a bit dark throughout. There are no security guards guarding the door, but there is an electronic access control at the door.
Looking in through the glass door, the hall looks a bit gloomy.
"I'll show you my unique magic."
The old homeless man said with a smile, looked around a few times, tiptoed to the electronic access control, lowered his head and tinkered with it for a while.
Click, the glass door slowly opened.
"Hurry! Hurry! Those patrolmen may come at any time!"
"Oh, this!"
Although Dabiqi resisted a little, his legs had already moved forward and he followed into the hall.
whatever!
He is about to end this miserable life, so what if he has more unique life experiences?
Dabiqi jumped several steps with a quick step and followed the homeless man into the hall.
The glass door slowly closed.
What Dabiqi didn't notice was that the two monitoring devices were slowly changing directions, and after they entered, they were aimed at the entrance and exit of the hall.
A few minutes later.
They followed a seemingly endless staircase, heading deeper underground.
"Where are you taking me?"
"Just follow me," the homeless man chuckled, "What do you think this baby bureau is?"
"Don't the name say it all?"
Dabiqi hissed:
"This is a centralized place for raising babies. There is one in every city. It is an extremely sacred social welfare institution. We can raise the babies without spending money."
"Oh," the homeless man turned around and asked, "Then why is this place not called a nursery or a training center, but called an administration? Isn't the word "management" too harsh?"
"We don't need to worry about this detail."
"No, you are wrong, Dabiqi," the tramp whispered, "details are very important. It was this detail that allowed me to enter here twenty years ago, learn all the truth, and suffer a mental breakdown.
.”
Dabiqi stared at the homeless man's back.
It was barely possible to tell that his tattered clothes should have once been decent and glamorous high-end clothes.
The stairs finally reached the end, and everything became a little cold.
The homeless man took out the
A small flashlight led Dabiqi to walk on the dry and cold ground, along an endless corridor.
"Here you can go around to the main building of the Baby Management Bureau, and remember to cover your mouth later and don't shout."
"My mental quality is not that bad," Dabiqi smiled slightly.
The homeless man warned, "I mean it."
"I'm not kidding either."
Dabiqi said stubbornly, and then muted his network access terminal.
My wife sent me more than a dozen text messages.
He didn't have the courage to open it.
A faint light appeared in front of the corridor.
The tramp's pace slowed down, and he signaled Dabiqi to walk against the wall, skillfully avoiding the somewhat "stiff" cameras everywhere.
They seemed to be walking in a "circle", looking for the entrance and exit to the inside of the circle.
Finally, the exit appeared in front.
The two closed alloy doors were ajar, leaving a gap in the middle. When they wanted to get closer, a silver-white metal palm pressed against the door and opened the door.
Dabiqi quickly covered his mouth.
The homeless man took Dabiqi's arm and squatted down together, holding his breath nervously.
A skeleton robot with a shiny body came out, holding a tray in its hand. In the tray was a pile of metal nameplates.
Fortunately, the robot turned its back to them and slowly left in the other direction.
Dabiqi felt like his whole body was covered in sweat.
"Are these engineering robots?" he asked in a low voice.
"Yes," the homeless man said with a smile, "They are us too. We are relatively simple and low-level. We only have some rudimentary programs and can only perform tasks one by one without the ability to think."
"Really," Dabiqi whispered, "you seem to have something on your mind."
"You are already close to reality. Do you dare to go in? As long as we don't appear in front of them, they won't be able to find us."
"Of course, we are already here."
Dabiqi's Adam's apple trembled. He didn't know where he got the courage. He followed the tramp, ducked into the door, and looked at the broad, complex, and extremely solemn place in front of him...
Baby production workshop.
(five)
Dabiqi will never forget how shocked he was when he saw all this.
Hundreds of silver-white robots are busy everywhere;
A winding production line, surrounded by these robots, is giving birth to a baby.
Yes, babies are born here.
First, there is a huge black box at the beginning of the assembly line, where blue light groups in the shape of skulls float out. Two robots will carry a spray to "cool" the light groups, revealing the skulls inside.
.
A faint light shines in each skull.
Then the skull was picked up by the robotic claws, and dozens of robotic arms brought the parts and began to quickly assemble them. In only half a minute, a small human skeleton was constructed.
What follows is a series of supplements. Muscle fibers are laid outside the bones, organs are buried, and complex blood vessels are laid. All organs are smoothly activated. When the heart starts beating rapidly, these products are fed into the coating machine and given
Skin and flexible facial organs.
The babies looked everywhere curiously.
The last step is to add some mechanical markings to these babies, the most common ones being titanium alloy elbow joints and knee joints.
Dabiqi's Adam's apple trembled.
Are we also machines?
He wanted to ask this, but the old homeless man beside him said hurriedly: "They have seen us, hurry up! Come with me! There is another place you didn't see!"
Dabiqi's face was numb. He was pulled by the homeless man and started running around the edge of the workshop.
Several robots turned their heads to look this way, and took long strides to chase after them.
Dabiqi looked at the children.
He didn't understand or understand, and his mind went blank.
A robot stood in front of it, with its arms spread out and its eyes bursting with red light.
The old homeless man grabbed the wooden stick and swung it forward. The robot subconsciously dodged. The heavy robot lost its balance and fell to the ground.
"Ha ha!"
The homeless man laughed, dragged Dabiqi around the robot, rushed towards the black box at the assembly line terminal, and opened a narrow door behind the black box.
By the time Dabiqi came to his senses, the homeless man had already used his crutch to hold the door, and the sound of a robot knocking on the door could be heard from outside.
"How do you feel?" The homeless man chuckled.
"Oh," Dabiqi trembled, "we, we were all produced?"
"Absolutely," the homeless man smiled mysteriously, "How do you feel now? Do you feel that this world is all false?"
"Are we living beings controlled by machines?"
Dabiqi said firmly:
"The ground war failed, so we were captured by aliens? This city is a prison, and we have to rescue our compatriots, right?!"
The homeless man opened his mouth: "Why is your logic circuit so different from mine, brother?"
"What exactly is going on!"
"You see," the homeless man pointed to the door, "the fact that a baby is born means that everyone who walks out of here, including you and me, is essentially a machine."
"mechanical?"
"We think we are living beings because the advanced living beings who created this place make us feel that we are living beings."
The homeless man said slowly:
"We are like sheep in the sheepfold."
Dabiqi whispered: "How can we be machines?"
"Here."
The tramp calmly took off a section of the skull, revealing the glowing light inside.
Dabiqi was startled, and then looked at these light groups carefully.
Although the light group of the homeless man is much larger and more complicated than the light group of the baby on the assembly line, in essence, they are the same existence.
Dabiqi raised his hand and touched his forehead, tapping it lightly. The pain was so clear.
The tramp said proudly: "Are you still struggling with your own problems now? Compared with this secret, all your worries are nothing. We are miracles, mechanical miracles, and the science we master will never reach this level.
.”
"Oh, no, that's not right."
Dabiqi walked back and forth.
The narrow door that was constantly being knocked was trembling at this moment.
Dabiqi asked quickly: "Our history?"
The homeless man smiled and said: "The creator who created this place just made up the text at will, as long as it can be justified."
"Then we go to the hospital to give birth?"
"Have you ever seen a child born? According to the law here, the baby will be sent to the bureau directly after birth. In fact, it is just a virtual pregnancy process."
"Our knowledge? Our common sense?"
"It is most likely copied from the world where the Creator lives. The basis of our logical circuit may be the Creator's logical circuit. In other words, our cognition can resonate with the Creator."
"No!" Dabiqi shouted tremblingly, "We can grow, feel, and move flexibly. We are definitely not cold machines!"
"Silly boy... Come on, the door to reality is here. You can see the whole picture of our world... I didn't intend to let you see it. Ninety-nine percent of the people I brought here collapsed.
, but looking at your current appearance, I feel pretty good."
The homeless man walked to the wall nearby and opened a gap as wide as his thumb.
A faint light shone over.
Dabiqi seemed to be attracted by an inexplicable force, and slowly walked forward, staring at the gap.
He seemed to see the starry sky that he had longed for when he was a boy;
It was like seeing the warm and soft light of the stars.
But when he got closer and looked out through a layer of "glass" at the gap, all he saw was a dark and quiet laboratory.
The laboratory is a ring-shaped structure, with a circle of instruments distributed against the wall, and a series of parameters beating on it.
A huge orange-yellow light group is suspended in a transparent container;
From time to time, tiny groups of light will float out and float into the black box in front of you. Judging from the perspective, you are in the black box at the moment.
There is a convex mirror in the upper left corner, which can just show the whole picture of the laboratory. Dabiqi looked at it carefully, a little cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his expression gradually became dull.
He saw the stereoscopic projection above the black box.
A city like a sand table floats quietly, with countless faint lights flickering inside.
Is this fake?
Dabiqi seemed to have unlocked some hidden information, and pieces of information suddenly popped out, directly intruding into his cognitive system.
Mechanical thinking body.
Thought cultivation room.
What the real base of the mechanical thinking body looks like.
Goddess, Law.
The door at the back was kicked open, and a group of robots rushed in.
The old tramp immediately raised his hands.
Before Dabiqi had time to take another look at the laboratory, he was already pinned to the ground by the robot.
(six)
"Haha! It's really nice here."
In the corner of the police station, a homeless man was lying comfortably on a bench, gently shaking his dirty feet.
Dabiqi sat there in a daze, his eyes slightly out of focus.
"Another one," the homeless man sighed softly, "Don't worry, the police will help you erase the memory of tonight, so you don't have to worry about it affecting your subsequent life."
"We are virtual data."
"uh-huh."
"This is great," Dabiqi breathed a long sigh of relief and slowly lay down on the ground.
The tramp looked at Dabic in confusion. The old man soon heard Dabic murmuring: "So we don't have to have children."
"Oh, don't you feel crushed?" the tramp asked in surprise.
Dabiqi muttered: "In our world, we still exist."
"But the real world is outside."
"Who can say for sure?" Dabiqi rolled his eyes, "Why can't the world where our creators live be similar to ours? It's just that we have had the opportunity to recognize this fact, and they haven't found the wall yet.
The gap on the top."
"When you say that, it's really..."
The tramp laughed and stared at Dabiqi: "What do you have in mind now? Dabiqi 2203?"
"What does 2203 mean?"
"Dabiqi is a thinking body sample, and 2203 is the number of rebirths of this sample," the homeless man explained calmly.
Dabiqi frowned and asked, "What does this mean?"
"It means, well, I can't say much to you yet," the homeless man thought for a while, "You can regard me as an examiner. Now that you have passed my preliminary examination, I will
You will submit an application to it, and the goddess will test all your data to determine whether your logic circuit is healthy."
Question marks appeared on Dabiqi's forehead.
The homeless man didn't say much. He stood up with a smile and handed a card to the passing policeman.
Soon, the homeless man left the police station with his hands behind his back.
Dabiqi was sentenced to half a month of confinement for trespassing into a prohibited area.
The police notified his new wife.
That was the most embarrassing moment of Dabic's "life."
But fortunately, his gentle wife didn't mind, she just stayed with him and comforted him gently. Dabiqi had something he wanted to tell his wife, but he
Didn't say it out loud.
Knowing these so-called truths cannot cure Dabiqi's illness. He can still have impulses, but cannot produce physiological reactions.
"Maybe there is something wrong with my core data."
Dabiqi thought so.
Later, he and his wife worked hard for a long time... and finally chose to divorce.
Dabiqi quit his job, imitated the tramp, and basked in the simulated sunlight on the street. What he thought about every day was how to fill his stomach without having to communicate with other thinking bodies... But he always had a warm expression on his lips.
smile.
He understands how the world works.
He knew about the existence of the goddess.
He is a minority.
Finally, the old homeless man appeared in front of Dabiqi and took him back to the Sacred Tree to join an organization called "The Awakened".
Since then, Dabiqi has learned more knowledge, learned about the outside world, learned that they are in an internal base of a newly developed planet, and also learned about the Milky Way, human species, and mechanical thinking bodies.
, Omnic Crisis...and other concepts.
He passed various assessments, spent his life as Dabiqi 2203 peacefully, and completed his transformation at the end of his life, becoming a true awakener, waiting for the opportunity to go to the real world.
Now, this opportunity is before him.
The feeling of being flipped through memory data quickly is gradually fading.
"Dabiqi."
The goddess's voice sounded again, and Dabi Qi was slightly excited.
"I'm here, sir."
"Is there anything else you want to say to this fictional world?"
The goddess asked softly.
The three fellow awakeners next to him looked disappointed, and then they all stood up and applauded to congratulate Dabiqi.
Dabiqi was still smiling reservedly at first. He clenched his fists tightly and couldn't help but cheered twice. He immediately returned to being mature and steady.
"Yes, sir! Can I write on the message board in front of the monument?"
"Of course, you will be teleported away after you finish writing."
Dabiqi nodded in response, turned around and ran to the monument in the center of the top floor of the sacred tree. Every mechanical thinking body that leaves here will leave its mark here.
This is a sign of their graduation.
And he was the first.
Dabiqi thought carefully for a few minutes and then wrote down a sentence.
As soon as he put the pen down, the space around him began to distort slightly.
Dabiqi returned from his human form to a ball of light, floating in the boundless darkness.
Dabiqi waited.
Dabiqi understood that in order to enter the real world where the Creator resides, he needed a medium and a body that carried the thinking body.
Even if this body is a heavy machine, he will not have any objection.
Of course, it's better to be smarter.
I don't know how long passed, it must have been a few hours, but Dabiqi heard a reminder.
"The injection of the thinking body has been completed, and there is no abnormality in the injection."
It's the voice of the goddess.
"Start?"
"start up."
The voice of the Father!
The real Father!
As the faint sound of the engine appeared and disappeared, Dabiqi felt the presence of his body, light spots appeared on his eyelids, and a flash of light flashed through his mind.
A series of data immediately and perfectly controlled this body.
Oh, the technology in the Creator's world is indeed much higher than his world.
Although this body is a bionic skeleton, from the inside out, except for the heart and brain, there is not much difference from real humans. Even the sensors at the "neuron" endings are so complete and detailed.
This is simply a perfect simulated mechanical body.
Dabiqi immediately understood that he had to enter the human world and then carry out the tasks given by his father.
Dabiqi opened his eyes, sat up naturally, and then saw his creator leaning against the edge of the door frame with his arms folded.
Somehow.
After learning that he was dying, Dabiqi did not cry.
Dabiqi didn't cry when he sent his beloved wife away.
When he was selected after many tests, Dabiqi did not cry either.
But now, Dabiqi's emotions were perfectly displayed by this simulation machine. There were two tears on his somewhat old face, and his lips were constantly trembling.
"Oh," Yang Ming frowned, "I can't stand this. Why is he crying?"
Lu's projection whispered beside him: "The data parameters show that he was very excited after seeing you."
"Can I give you a hug?" Dabiqi asked tremblingly, "Can I give you a hug? Father."
"Of course," Yang Ming opened his hands.
Dabiqi immediately jumped up, took two steps forward, slowed down, carefully opened his arms, and finally hugged Yang Ming tightly.
"I have reached reality, haven't I? Father."
"Yes, this should be the real world, I think so."
Yang Ming coughed, separated from Dabiqi, put his hands behind his back and said seriously: "From now on, you call me boss."
"boss……"
"Beautiful," Yang Ming grinned, "Time is running out. Your task is to act as the original owner of your current image. Lu will pass on the existing data to you. You must get familiar with it as soon as possible. Next, I will capture the target. I will extract the memory of this target for you, and you may have to work hard at that time."
"Please don't worry, boss."
Dabiqi's voice is extremely calm, and beneath the calm is confidence and composure.
"I will do my best."
Yang Ming smiled slightly and patted Dabiqi on the shoulder.
(seven)
Feinan flew stealthily into deep space.
Yang Ming sat in the cockpit, looking out the window and looking slightly lost in thought.
These mechanical thinking bodies are really interesting.
"Boss!" Lu jumped out with a smile, "How about it, the thinking body I cultivated is very good!"
"What is he doing?"
"I'm studying," Lu said with a smile, "This guy is very interested in medicine and is reading medical papers there."
Yang Ming is also happy.
The mechanical thinking body looks at the paper on human medicine.
Do you want to change your career to become a precision surgical robot in a hospital?
"By the way," Yang Ming asked with a smile, "What did Dabiqi write on the monument when he left the fictional world?"
"A rather philosophical statement."
"Um?"
"Looking up at the stars is worse than looking up at science."
Yang Ming was also happy: "It makes sense."
Lu asked in a low voice: "Boss, I don't understand. In fact, his ability index is only third. Why did you choose him instead of the two better ones? There is also a girl whose appearance is based on your hobbies. It’s generated.”
Yang Ming snorted, was silent for a few seconds, and whispered: "To be honest, the old emperor's omnic and Princess Dana left a bad impression on me."
"So? Does this have anything to do with your choice of Dabiqi?"