Gu Tie has not used the quantum network since he briefly logged in through a shell account on the ocean tuna ship "Old Man of the Sea" to meet with his betrayer's partners. When the blue login interface spread out in the sea of consciousness. He felt a little inexplicably anxious and a little legitimately afraid. He knew something terrible was happening around him, but he couldn't figure it out. There were so many things that his most trusted partner kept from him. There were some signs in getting along day and night. He couldn't even see it. Gu Tie's heart was full of frustration. He felt that the world was becoming more and more unfamiliar. It was not what it was at first. When he was young and frivolous when the quantum network was running wild, he felt that the whole world belonged to him. A human playground. All the doors are open to him. All the fireworks are blooming for him; but now he has become a child who sneaks over the wall at night. The playground at night is unfamiliar to him. He cannot open the door. .Can't get over the fence. Even the brightly lit carousel has become out of reach.
"Humph." Gu Tie tried his best to relax his body and let the quantum network signals pass into the brain unimpeded. The biochip in the medulla oblongata was awakened by the current. A virtual link to the underground cave in Salzburg, Austria was instantly established. A handshake Success. The flow of binary information into nerve impulses illuminates the ocean of brain synapses.
"Crack." Dazzling lightning penetrated the earth. Thunderclouds rolled heavily overhead. The black earth spread infinitely in all directions. Standing between heaven and earth, the owner of the Pure Land slowly raised his head and took a breath of moist air. Nothing has changed here. .The only place of refuge that can make Gu Tie feel at ease. The eternal pure land is still outside the countless threads of requests in creation. It is wrapped in heavy fog, protected from prying eyes, and isolated from the world.
Gu Tie stood blankly for a long time. Under the influence of the 16 times the viewing time allowed by the central nervous system, one hour and twenty minutes passed quickly. The owner of the Pure Land suddenly stretched out greatly and sat down on the ground. He muttered: "Ah. Great. Fortunately, there is this place... It seems that everything is wrong. This is trouble. If only I could not see anything, listen to nothing, think about nothing, and be alone." ...No. Let's make a waitress later. The bust should be 34D, blond and blue-eyed... No. Black hair is better. The waist must be thin. As for the butt..."
At this time, there was a buzzing sound of flapping wings, and several large and small flying insects hovered above his head. They were messages from his fellow betrayers. "I don't want to read it. You liars." Gu Tie stretched out his left hand. The beetles folded their wings and landed in the palm of his hand. He slapped them hard with his right hand. The flying insects immediately turned into colorful light spots. The meaningless information fragments were blown away by the wind of the pure land.
Unexpectedly, this clapping action activated Pure Land's gesture recognition program. Thunderclouds hung low, and a heavy rain came. The rain curtain turned into a screen of flowing data in front of the eyes. It showed the owner every statistical period (three times) during this period. The data log of the Pure Land within one hundred seconds). Maintaining such a large-scale virtual space is a complex system project. In just three hundred seconds, the world is covered with data. "It's annoying...turn it off. Turn it off." Gu Tie raised his right hand and thought. Turn off the rain curtain. But he didn't snap his fingers, because his talent as a network engineer allowed him to read the information he was interested in involuntarily. "Oh. The timing consumption of the Black Spear is much higher than I expected."
He stretched out his left hand to push away the dark clouds above his head. The shadow of the quantum spear immediately flashed in the dark sky. "So that's it. Probability dispersion outside the Hilbert space will affect the quantum stability of the entire space. So we have to dial Extra time is needed to maintain the entire thread. This was not considered." Gu Tie squinted his eyes and observed the long trail left by the black spear. The unstable space structure left a mark like a jet streaking across the sky." In this case, it is better to transform the shell of the entire space into a probability weapon. As long as the load balance is done well, it will not take up too much time. When any access thread is about to reach the innermost shell, the probability is suddenly increased. In this way Although the attack power will be reduced, it can be said to be a natural Phalanx melee defense system..."
The Chinese spent some time thinking about improvement measures. While casually flipping through the data logs from a few days ago, the log number F95961 flashed before their eyes. In terms of time, it was a log that had just been generated nearly an hour ago. Gu Tieben did not pay attention. But his body suddenly stiffened. "Wait a minute..." He swiped his finger upwards, and the rain curtain reversed its direction and soared into the sky. Gu Tie suddenly squeezed his hands, condensing the sparkling numbers in the air.
A drop of cold sweat rolled down his forehead. He grabbed a wad of data and zoomed in to view it. Just after reading a few lines, a chill came from behind. This piece of data pointed out that there had been unexplained disturbances in the outer space of the Pure Land several time units ago. But There was no interference with the normal operation of the virtual space, nor was there any spying or attack. So it was only recorded in the log and not presented in real time. "Are you kidding me? If I hadn't taken a look, I might not have noticed it at all..." Gu Tie Muttering to himself, he read the data carefully and again.
If faces are the main way to identify identities in reality, then behavioral patterns are the main way to identify identities in the world of quantum networks. In this digital world composed of quantum states, each access thread represents an ID. ID's Access method, location information, timing intensity, unique serial number and other information can be disguised. Gu Tie used someone else's account to briefly log in to the network to avoid enemy detection; but the behavior pattern cannot be disguised. That is a quantum network user The direct projection of experiences, techniques and ways of thinking on the Internet. Such as the results of the Rorschach inkblot test (a projective test method invented by the Swiss psychiatrist Rorschach. It evaluates the results by observing the subjects' own reactions to a series of standardized inkblot patterns. Projected personality traits) generally have a distinct individuality.
This visitor hidden in the data log has impressive behavioral characteristics. Gu Tie undoubtedly knows this visitor. It was an invasion that horrified him. The first invasion of the isolated pure land. An uninvited guest. "Stay in Mojili." This short message changed the trajectory of his life. It was the beginning of all the bizarre events that followed. To this day, Gu Tie still clearly remembers that this message appeared in He was in panic, panic and fear when he was faced with it. The Quantum Black Spear was an overreaction to this invasion... But after that, the mysterious visitor never came to the Pure Land again, making his defenses useless.
Just a few dozen minutes ago, the visitor appeared again. He found the location of the Pure Land in the fog. He used an unknown method to pass through the defense of the quantum black spear. Then he left quietly. Gu Tie could not imagine how powerful this network configuration was. At that time, what exquisite quantum network programming technology could do. If strangers were enemies, this pure land would have long been gone. Just peel off the peripheral disguise threads one by one. Once exposed to the monitoring program of Genesis Under the circumstances, special existences like Pure Land that do not conform to the timing principles of the quantum network will be ruthlessly obliterated immediately.
Even after taking two deep breaths, he couldn't calm down. Gu Tie stretched out his hand to attract the rain clouds and let the heavy rain drenched him. "What's supposed to come will come. Who cares..." Wiping the water from his face. The owner of the Pure Land raised his head and looked up to the sky. The information left by the visitors there was being transformed into things in the virtual world. A little light flickered in the dense dark clouds. It swirled lightly in the wind and landed. It was a A feather. A shiny red, yellow and blue parrot feather. It is exactly the same as the carrier of the visitor's first message.
At this time, Gu Tie suddenly remembered something completely unrelated. When he was very young, he seemed to have owned such a red, yellow and blue budgie. It was the winner of the Intellectual Games of the Second Middle School of Salzburg, Austria. Reward. At that time, he was just eight years old... no, seven years old. He was promoted to seventh grade early at the age of seven. He defeated teenagers in the intellectual sports competition. At that time, his name was not Gu Tie. ..I guess I can’t even speak Chinese... The parrot looks beautiful, but is actually a very noisy animal. Gu Tie didn’t like this guest from Australia very much. Two weeks later, he forgot to close the cage door. The parrot flew out of the window and disappeared. Only a few feathers remained on the desk as souvenirs. He remembered hiding the feathers behind a photo. The photo was a photo of him and his adoptive father. It was always placed on the window sill of the attic room. Before leaving I have never seen him since Austria. Now that I think about it, there seems to be only the father and son in the photo. But who else is there? The memory blurs the faces in the photo. Gu Tie can't remember. Is that important? Probably not. Well...why should I think of these things at this time?
Feathers landed on my palms. Visitors' messages appeared in front of my eyes.
"Do what you have to do...love you."
Gu Tie read it softly. He paused and read it again. "...What does this mean?" He picked up the feather and observed it repeatedly. Just like the first message, there was no mystery behind the message. A message from a stranger. It is simple. However, compared to the first instruction, this message has no clue at all. It cannot be explained by common sense.
The Chinese immediately think of their adoptive father, Brandon Bartholomew. The old man is a former member of the GTC Timing Committee and the director of the "World" project team. He has rich knowledge and massive resources. But it doesn't matter whether his father would do such a thing. The words "I love you" would never come from an old man's mouth. Compared with an emotionally reserved scientist, this kind of soft, warm words are more like the tone of a woman...a wife, or a mother. .
"I don't understand."
Shaking his head, Gu Tie said to himself, "I don't understand."
He didn't understand the meaning of the message. He didn't understand why he had the urge to cry.