(one)
"Boss, do you have a choice?"
In the luxurious office of the fictional world, Lu, dressed as a secretary, asked softly.
Yang Ming was sitting in the soft president's chair. The sense of touch transmitted everywhere was very close to the real experience, but there was still a certain sense of alienation.
He has already made contact and communicated with four mechanical minds.
The first impression these four mechanical thinking entities gave Yang Ming was...complex.
They are as complex as humans.
If it weren't for the metal rings on 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 smiled and said:
"Boss, I believe that there is no difference between thinking bodies and thinking bodies.
"Humans, as flesh and blood, have acquired the ability to learn and think over a long period of evolution, based on the nervous system, which forms basic logical circuits through the interaction of cells. If we ignore the time scale, human thinking in the face of a complex universe actually originates from the instinctive impulses of single-celled organisms.
"The mechanical thinking body is, to a certain extent, imitating the way humans think. The cell interaction is changed to the interaction of tiny electronic components. The interaction between fixed electronic components constitutes the basic logic circuit. Different logic circuits are repeatedly superimposed and crossed to produce a stable virtual thinking body structure.
"Boss, isn't this the same?"
"This is just from your perspective," Yang Ming reminded him, "You are a mechanical thinking body, so you naturally tend to think this is equal."
"But Boss," Lu couldn't help but retort, "Whether it is through the complex structure of neurons or through the accumulation of electronic components, when understanding the same thing, the same physical law, and the same time and space scale, the conclusions are basically the same."
Yang Ming thought carefully for a while, and then said slowly: "Does the mechanical thinking body come out of thin air?"
"no."
“Isn’t that the difference?”
Yang Ming spread his hands and said slowly:
"Law, you cannot ignore the price paid by organisms in the long process of evolution. Mechanical thinking bodies are always based on machines, and machines are created by biological civilization.
“There is only out-of-control mechanical civilization, not naturally born mechanical civilization. This is the basis of all theories.
“It’s not that organisms feel superior to machines. No matter how complex and perfect the machines are, they are still creations based on biological civilization and are a supplement to biological civilization.
"Doesn't the cemetery where you were born just prove all this?"
"Okay," Lu sighed, "Boss, you are 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 traveler."
"That's another story, Ritsu."
Yang Ming said in a gentle voice:
“Okay, Goddess, let me look again at the parameters of these four minds and their memories when they awakened.
"If I choose one to go out and do the work, it will definitely hurt the feelings of the other three. I even feel a little bit reluctant."
"Okay, boss," Lu said with a smile, "we should speed up our actions, otherwise they will burn their brains out from thinking too much."
(two)
Dabic 2203 was waiting anxiously outside the door at this moment.
Like the three companions around him, he was eager to get this opportunity to go out and contribute his wisdom and knowledge to their father, their creator, and the root life form on which they depend for survival.
They are a completely different species from their 'father'.
In Dabichi's current understanding, his consciousness was born from nothingness, and slowly grew from the seeds of logic planted by the Goddess. It is a mechanical thinking body in the form of secondary civilization.
The secondary civilization is dependent on the main civilization, inherits all aspects of the main civilization, and has slight differences from the main civilization.
Dabic 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, where they gradually grow and where outstanding thinkers who can step out of this narrow world are constantly selected.
He is one of them.
Dabic2203.
Everything he has, including the basic logical circuits, the knowledge he now possesses, and the emotions he possesses, are gifts from his Father.
What he is pursuing now is to find the meaning and value of his existence under the gaze of his father. This requires him to step out of here and observe the interstellar civilization where his father is.
"Dabic."
The goddess' voice suddenly sounded.
Dabic stood up immediately, and his three companions beside him showed interesting expressions of depression, disappointment, envy, etc.
But what Dabic heard at this moment was not the news that he was 'selected'.
The goddess spoke gently: "I will show you all your memories since birth for the root life form to read. Do you allow it?"
"Of course, I allow it," Dabiqi 2203's breathing became a little rapid, "It's my honor, Goddess!"
"Very good, relax."
The goddess said in a gentle voice.
Soon, Dabic felt a slight disturbance in his memory bank.
He was slightly excited.
There is no more direct way to communicate!
He will reveal all of Himself to the Father without reservation!
But Dabic quickly contained his excitement.
He needs to remain mature and calm, which he considers to be his character strengths.
oh!
The Father begins to read from his memory bank!
From the moment he was born in the cradle until his full awakening of self-awareness, every detail, every thought, and every impulse was quickly reviewed by the Father!
Dabic 2203 is actually a little embarrassing.
Every thinking body will leave behind some embarrassing stories during its growth stage. He is no exception. He also has some embarrassing past memories in his mind.
Defects are something that every thinking being cannot avoid, right?
An idea suddenly occurred to Dabic.
"If the goddess asked me to tell you in person about my life in this fictional world, how would I describe it?"
It certainly can't be a straightforward narrative, as that would be boring.
Dabic thought and recalled, with a slight smile on his face. He felt that he should tell the story in this way, starting from the first sentence of the text, which directly attracted his father's interest.
'I can't get it up.'
'On the second morning after the wedding.'
Yes, that's it.
My father will surely watch with curiosity.
(three)
Dabichi suddenly lost his masculine energy.
On the second morning after the wedding.
In the new house that cost most of his savings, Dabic sat on the edge of the bed with a frown on his face, slowly falling into deep thought.
His newlywed wife, a beautiful, elegant and intellectual bank cashier, was standing by with embarrassment, speaking in a gentle tone:
"You were a great Dabichi 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 Dabic inexplicably irritated.
He looked down at his pajamas, seeing his metal-covered elbows and knees, confusion written all over his fairly attractive face.
"I'm obviously eager now," Dabic whispered.
"Oh, don't put pressure on yourself like that."
The wife spoke softly, and she walked up to Dabic on a pair of slender mechanical legs and hugged him.
"Relax, honey, maybe daytime isn't the right time for you...how about we try it at night?"
Dabichi responded woodenly, covering his cheeks with his hands.
A sudden failure at one time cannot negate his young and strong body.
He is healthy, Dabic firmly believes...
Then, on the next morning, Dabic made an excuse to his wife that he was going out for a walk and hurried to the general hospital near the community.
Damn it, he was just as sluggish last night!
When Dabic walked out of the hospital, he was extremely confused and in pain.
The attending physician, who had transformed 80% of his body into machinery, issued a "no-approval notice" to Dabic.
“This is a strange disorder, and the medical community still doesn’t understand why it happens.
"I have dealt with more than a hundred such patients. According to our online 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 complete your mission of reproduction in the future, even with test-tube babies."
Dabic felt that the whole world was collapsing rapidly.
He walked down the street, wandering aimlessly, with a simulated clear sky above his head;
The couple who were chatting and laughing as they came towards him made his heart pierce as if two steel needles were piercing it.
He suddenly had the idea of ​​ending the rest of his life.
A familiar street scene appeared in front of him. Dabic slowed down and stood in front of a school with pink walls. He saw the Baby Administration Bureau next to the school.
The laughter of children in the school brought temporary healing to Dabic.
He put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked away from the school to avoid being caught and questioned by patrolling police as a suspicious person.
This city is called Dark City, and it is a post-disaster city built underground.
History textbooks explain in detail that their ancestors once lived on the surface, but as the surface environment deteriorated and they were attacked by extraterrestrial civilizations, they were forced to move their homes underground.
Today on the surface of the earth, there are viruses in the air that are specific to their species, making it completely impossible for them to survive.
The mission of each of them is, first, to become a screw in the operation of the current society, and second, to start a family with their beloved partner, give birth to one or two babies, and send the babies to the Baby Management Bureau for unified training to maintain their uninterrupted ability to work.
Resources are limited, and this city doesn't support idlers.
Likewise, the city doesn't need people who can't have children.
He is the second type.
"I'd better end my life."
Dabic murmured, looking up at the buildings everywhere, searching for an area where he could jump down and fall to his death.
In the center of the city is a huge dark tree.
The trunk of the big tree has a diameter of several hundred meters and a height of several thousand meters, and the crown of the tree is hidden above the simulated sky and cannot be seen.
That is the lifeblood of the city, the technological crystallization of the era of surface civilization, providing energy and light for the city.
That thing is called the sacred tree.
Dabichi didn't understand why Dark City, which was based on science and rationality, named the place "Sacred Tree".
"How about dying at the edge of the sacred tree?"
Dabic immediately dismissed the idea.
Such behavior would bring shame to his family and would be a blasphemy to the sacred tree.
So he found a tall building nearby and slowly climbed up through the fire escape. When he reached the roof, he was exhausted, but he still tenaciously climbed over two low walls and reached the edge of the roof.
Looking down, I saw hover cars speeding past on the suspended driveway, and many pedestrians walking on the sidewalks on the ground. Everything was in order.
'I should have waited a while to avoid killing someone and bringing misfortune to other families.'
Dabic thought so.
He sat down on the edge of the rooftop, leaning against the cold low wall, letting his heels dangle in the air, quietly recalling this ordinary life.
The earliest image left in his memory was that of the Infant Administration Bureau, where he lived a carefree life every day, playing, laughing, crying, and shouting with his friends, learning the basic knowledge structure, and understanding the Dark City and his own tribe.
Once he left the Baby Administration and returned to his parents, the trajectory of Dabic’s life became clear.
Go to school, graduate, work, get married, have children, work until retirement, and live in old age, and bury your ashes in the cemetery under the sacred tree.
——For this last step, he needs his children to help him.
Thinking of this, Dabic felt extremely gloomy.
Is this the punishment given to him by the sacred tree?
Punishment for staring at a beautiful female teacher in elementary school, and punishment for witnessing two men clinging to each other and being timid and not trying to stop them in high school.
The wind on the rooftop became louder and louder.
They seemed to be urging Dabic to end his humiliating half-life.
"Maybe I should divorce my wife first, so that it won't affect her reputation... Oh, that's not right either, she can still inherit my property and loans now."
Dabic sighed dejectedly and rubbed slowly forward.
The moment his butt was in the air, he could find relief from the pain.
"Want a drink?"
A slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded.
Dabic turned his head and was startled by the old man who appeared on the low wall at some point.
This is a homeless man wearing a tattered suit, with rusty mechanical arms, curly hair tangled together, and a slightly red and swollen nose tip, probably due to a skin disease.
Dabic remembered seeing this man before.
This homeless man likes to sit on the street corner in the afternoon, staring at the sacred tree in a daze, and then sighing deeply.
"Don't try to persuade me," Dabic laughed miserably, "My life has lost its meaning."
"Mine too," the homeless man shrugged, holding a can of beer that seemed to never finish. "Want to tell me your story? Sometimes impulse can't solve anything, but will only leave irreparable regrets. Do you have any unspeakable secrets?"
Dabichi moved his butt forward a long way and said firmly: "You might as well just kill me instead of saying this!"
"Oh! Oh! Don't do this! I can't stand seeing people like this!"
The tramp said hurriedly:
"Think about it, think about your parents. When they die of old age, if there are no descendants to help bury their ashes next to the sacred tree, their lives will surely be much bleaker."
Dabic said firmly, "I have completed the ritual."
"Oh, think about it... do you have children? If you don't even have children, you have no right to seek death, young man."
child……
Dabic's expression darkened instantly, and he moved his butt forward a lot, ready to jump off the roof.
"Wait! Wait! Oh my god! I'm touching your sore spot, right?!"
The tramp shouted loudly. Seeing that Dabic had no intention of turning back, the tramp shouted in desperation:
"This is all fake! This city is fake! If you feel something strange, I can take you to find the real world!"
Dabic paused.
He turned his head to look at the homeless man and frowned:
“What nonsense are you talking about? I’ve seen too many conspiracy theories since I was a kid, saying that if you keep walking towards the edge of the city, you’ll see some jumping blocks and the boundary between reality and virtuality.
" I walked the so-called real road. When I was in middle school, my friends and I walked outward. At the end of the city edge was a rock layer. We were in an underground city!
"You have to believe in science, sir!"
Dabic's last words were full of meaning.
“That’s science.”
The tramp smiled mysteriously:
“It’s so easy to think of this. The creator who created this place and us can certainly think that the rock layer on the edge of the city is also fake. It is just a setting made to let young people like you live in peace.
"I know a real door. It's nearby. It won't take you long.
"Come on, follow me and take a look, maybe you will change your mind about ending your life so easily.
"Although I don't like to say it, each of us, everyone in this city, is a miracle, a scientific miracle."
Dabic opened his mouth, was stunned for a few seconds, and slowly moved his body backwards.
Damn curiosity.
(Four)
"Shh! Walk quietly!"
The tramp clutched a dirty cane and whispered to Dabic.
Dabic silently took off his leather shoes and walked two steps on the clean ground in his socks. The homeless man immediately smiled with satisfaction.
Their destination was just ahead.
The backyard of the Baby Authority.
The homeless man groped forward with ease, leading Dabic through a deserted alley, with a pile of diapers overflowing from a trash can in front of them.
Apparently the garbage collectors were being lazy again.
"We are committing a crime," Dabic whispered.
The homeless man muttered, "You're going to commit suicide, do you still care about being locked up for a few days?"
That's true.
But Dabic didn't want to bring shame to his new wife, so he was somewhat hesitant.
With this hesitation, they had already walked into the building at the corner of the Baby Administration Bureau.
Looking from the outside, the building was a little dark. There was no security guard at the door, but there was an electronic access control system.
Looking inside through the glass door, the hall looks a bit gloomy.
"Let me show you my unique magic trick."
The old homeless man said this with a smile, looked around, tiptoed to the electronic access control, and fiddled with it for a while.
Click, the glass door slowly opened.
"Hurry! Hurry! Those patrolmen may be here any minute!"
“Oh, this!”
Although Dabic showed some resistance, he had already moved forward with his legs and entered the hall.
Who cares!
His miserable life was about to end, so what was wrong with having some unique life experiences?
Dabic skipped over a few steps and followed the homeless man into the hall.
The glass door slowly closed.
What Dabic didn't notice was that the two surveillance devices were slowly turning around and aiming at the entrance and exit of the hall after they entered.
A few minutes later.
They followed a staircase that seemed to have no end, going deeper and deeper underground.
"Where are you taking me?"
"Just follow me," the tramp laughed, "What do you think this Baby Management Bureau is?"
"Doesn't the name say it all?"
Dabic hissed:
"This is where babies are raised. There is one in every city district. It is an extremely sacred social welfare institution. We can raise the cubs without spending any money."
"Oh," the homeless man turned around and asked, "Why is this place not called a nursery or a training center, but a management bureau? Isn't the word management a bit too blunt?"
"We don't need to dwell on these details."
"No, you are wrong, Dabic," 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 because of it."
Dabic stared at the tramp's back.
One can barely tell that his tattered clothes should have once been decent and shiny high-end clothing.
The stairs finally came to an end, and everything became a little cold and gloomy.
The tramp took out a small flashlight from his jacket pocket and led Dabic to walk on the dry and cold ground, along a corridor that seemed to have no end.
"You can go around here and go right under the main building of the Infant Administration. Remember to cover your mouth and don't shout."
"My mental state isn't that bad," Dabic smiled.
The tramp reminded, "I'm serious."
"I'm not kidding either."
Dabic said stubbornly, and then muted his network terminal.
My wife sent me more than a dozen text messages.
He didn't have the courage to open it.
A faint light appeared ahead in the corridor.
The tramp slowed down his pace, motioning Dabic to walk along the wall, and skillfully avoided the somewhat "stiff" cameras.
They seemed to be walking in a 'circle', looking for an entrance or exit to the inside of the circle.
Finally, the exit appeared in front of us.
The two closed alloy doors were ajar, leaving a gap in the middle. When they wanted to get closer, a silver-white metal hand pressed on the door and pulled it open.
Dabic quickly covered his mouth.
The tramp pulled Dabic's arm and squatted down together, holding his breath nervously.
A skeleton robot with a shining body came out, holding a tray with a bunch of metal nameplates on it.
Fortunately, the robot turned its back to them and slowly walked away in another direction.
Dabic felt sweat all over his body.
"Are these engineering robots?" he asked in a low voice.
"Yes," the tramp laughed, "They are also us, the simpler and lower-level us, with only some basic programs, and can only perform tasks one by one, without the ability to think."
"Really?" Dabic whispered. "You seem to be hinting at something."
"You are close to the truth. Do you dare to go in? As long as we don't appear in front of them, they can't find us."
"Of course, we're already here."
Dabich's Adam's apple trembled. He didn't know where he got the courage from. He followed the homeless man and entered the door. He looked at the broad, complex, and extremely solemn front...
Baby delivery room.
(five)
Dabic will never forget how shocked he was when he saw all this.
Hundreds of silver-white robots were busy everywhere;
A winding production line, surrounded by these robots, is producing babies.
Yes, babies are made here.
First, at the beginning of the assembly line - a huge black box, from which blue light balls in the shape of skulls float out. Two robots will hold a spray to "cool" the light balls, revealing the skull inside.
A faint light shone in each skull.
The skull was then picked up by a robotic claw, and dozens of robotic arms brought the parts and began to assemble them . In just half a minute, a small human skeleton was constructed.
This was followed by a series of additions, including laying muscle fibers outside the skeleton, burying organs, and laying complex blood vessels. Each organ was successfully activated. When the heart began to beat rapidly, these products were sent to the coating machine and were given skin and flexible facial organs.
The babies looked around curiously.
The last step is to add some mechanical markings to these babies, the most common of which are titanium alloy elbow and knee joints.
Dabic's Adam's apple quivered.
Are we machines too?
He wanted to ask this, but the old tramp next to him said hurriedly: "They saw us, come on! Follow me! There's a place you haven't seen!"
Dabic's face was numb. He was pulled by the homeless man and started running at the edge of the workshop.
Several robots turned their heads and looked over here, then took big strides to chase after them.
Dabic looked at the children.
He didn't understand, and his mind was blank.
A robot blocked the way ahead, with its arms outstretched and its eyes glowing red.
The old tramp grabbed the wooden stick and swung it forward. The robot subconsciously dodged. The bulky robot lost its balance and fell to the ground.
"Ha ha!"
The tramp laughed and dragged Dabic around the robot, rushed to the black box at the end of the assembly line, and knocked open a narrow door behind the black box.
When Dabic came to his senses, the homeless man had already propped up the door with his crutch, and the sound of a robot knocking on the door could be heard from outside.
"How does it feel?" the homeless man chuckled.
"Oh," Dabich said tremblingly, "We, we are all produced?"
"Almost," the homeless man smiled mysteriously, "How do you feel now? Do you feel that this world is fake?"
"Are we life forms controlled by machines?"
Dabic said firmly:
"The ground war failed, so we are being held captive by aliens? This city is a prison, and we have to rescue our compatriots, right?!"
The homeless man opened his mouth and said, "Why is your logic circuit different from mine, brother?"
"What the hell is going on!"
“You see,” the homeless man pointed outside the door, “babies are born, which 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 life forms that created this place make us think we are living beings."
The tramp said slowly:
“We are just like sheep in the fold.”
Dabich whispered, "How could we be machines?"
“Yes.”
The homeless man calmly removed a section of the skull, revealing the glowing ball of light inside.
Dabic was startled, then looked at the light balls carefully.
Although the light ball of the tramp is much larger and more complex than the light ball of the baby on the assembly line, in essence, they are the same existence.
Dabic raised his hand and touched his forehead, tapping it lightly. The pain was so clear.
The tramp said proudly: "Are you still entangled in your own problems now? Compared with this secret, your worries are not worth mentioning. We are miracles, mechanical miracles. The science we master is definitely not up to this level."
"Oh, no, that's not right."
Dabic paced back and forth.
The narrow door that had been knocked continuously was now shaking.
Dabic asked quickly, "Our history?"
The tramp laughed and said, "The creator of this place just made up this text at random. As long as it makes sense, it's fine."
"Then we go to the hospital to give birth?"
"Have you ever seen a baby being born? According to the laws here, babies are sent directly to the Administration after they are born. It's actually just a virtual pregnancy process."
"Our knowledge? Our common sense?"
"It is very likely that it was copied from the world where the Creator is. The basis of our logical circuit may be the logical circuit of the Creator. In other words, our cognition can resonate with the Creator."
"No!" Dabich shouted tremblingly, "We can grow, feel, and move flexibly. We are definitely not cold machines!"
"Silly child... Come on, the door to reality is right here, you can see the whole picture of our world... I didn't intend to let you see it, 99% of the people I brought here collapsed, but looking at your current appearance, you feel pretty good."
The homeless man walked to the wall and opened a gap as wide as a thumb.
A faint light shone over.
As if attracted by an inexplicable force, Dabic slowly walked forward and stared at the gap.
He seemed to see the starry sky that he had longed for so much when he was young;
It was as if I saw 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 dim and quiet laboratory.
The laboratory is a circular structure with a circle of instruments distributed along the walls, with a series of parameters jumping on them.
A huge orange-yellow ball of light was suspended in a transparent container;
From time to time, tiny balls of light would float out and drift into the black box in front. Judging from the perspective, I was in the black box at the moment.
There is a convex mirror in the upper left corner, which can just reflect the entire picture of the laboratory. Dabic looked at it carefully, a little cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his expression gradually became dull.
He saw the three-dimensional projection above the black box.
A city that looked like a sand table was quietly suspended, with countless faint lights flickering inside.
Is this fake?
Dabic seemed to have unlocked some hidden information. Pieces of information suddenly popped out and directly broke into his cognitive system.
Mechanical thinking body.
Thinking training room.
The appearance of a real mechanical thinking body base.
Goddess, Lit.
The rear door was kicked open and a group of robots rushed in.
The old tramp immediately raised his hands.
Before Dabic had the time to take a closer look at the laboratory, he was pinned to the ground by the robot.
(six)
"Haha! This place is really nice."
In the corner of the police station, a homeless man lay comfortably on a bench, gently shaking his dirty feet.
Dabic sat there in a daze, his eyes somewhat out of focus.
"Another one," the homeless man sighed softly, "Don't worry, the police will help you erase the memory of tonight. Don't worry about it affecting your future life."
“We are virtual data.”
"uh-huh."
"This is simply amazing," Dabic breathed a sigh of relief and slowly lay down on the ground.
The homeless man looked at Dabich in confusion. The old man soon heard Dabich mutter, "It turns out we don't need to have children."
"Oh, don't you feel devastated?" the homeless man asked in surprise.
Dabic muttered, "In our world, we are still real."
“But the real world is out there.”
"Who can say for sure?" Dabich rolled his eyes. "Why can't the world our creator live in be similar to ours? It's just that we have the opportunity to recognize this fact, and they haven't found the crack in the wall yet."
"Now that you put it that way, it really is..."
The tramp laughed and stared at Dabichi: "What do you think now, Dabichi 2203?"
"What does 2203 mean?"
"Dabic is a sample of the mind body, and 2203 is the number of times the sample has been reborn," the tramp explained calmly.
Dabic frowned and asked, "What does this mean?"
"What I mean is, well, I can't tell you too much right now," the homeless man thought for a moment, "you can think of me as an examiner. You have passed my preliminary assessment now, and I will submit my application next. The goddess will test all your data to determine whether your logic circuit is healthy."
Question marks appeared on Dabic's forehead.
The homeless man didn't say much. He stood up with a smile and handed a card to a passing policeman.
Soon, the homeless man left the police station with his hands behind his back.
Dabic was sentenced to half a month's confinement for trespassing in a restricted area.
The police notified his new wife.
That was the most embarrassing moment in Dabic's life.
But fortunately, his gentle wife did not mind, but just accompanied him and comforted him gently. Dabich had a lot of things to tell his wife, but he didn't say them.
However, knowing these so-called truths did not cure Dabic's illness. He still had impulses but no physiological reactions.
'Maybe there's something wrong with my core data.'
Dabic thought so.
Later, he and his wife tried for a long time... and finally chose to divorce.
Dabic quit his job and imitated the homeless man, basking in simulated sunlight on the street. Every day he thought about how to fill his stomach. He didn't need to communicate with other thinking bodies... but there was always a warm smile on his face.
He understood how the world worked.
He knew about the existence of the goddess.
He is a minority.
Finally, the old tramp appeared in front of Dabichi, took him back to the sacred tree, and joined an organization called 'The Awakeners'.
Since then, Dabic has learned more knowledge, understood the outside world, and realized that they are in a base inside a newly developed planet. He also learned about the concepts of the Milky Way, human species, mechanical thinking bodies, the intelligent machine crisis, etc.
He passed all the tests, spent his life peacefully as Dabic 2203, 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, the opportunity is before him.
The feeling of memory data being flipped through quickly is gradually fading.
"Dabic."
The goddess' voice sounded again, and Dabiqi was a little excited.
"I am here, my Lord."
"Do you have anything else to say to this fictional world?"
The goddess asked softly.
The three awakened companions nearby looked disappointed, then they all stood up and applauded, congratulating Dabic.
Dabic was smiling reservedly at first, then he clenched his fists tightly, couldn't help cheering twice, and immediately regained his maturity and composure.
"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."
Dabichi 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 left here would leave its own mark here.
This is a sign of their graduation.
And he was the first.
Dabic thought carefully for a few minutes, then picked up a pen and wrote a sentence.
As soon as he put down the pen, the space around him began to distort slightly.
Dabichi recovered from his human form and turned into a ball of light, floating in the boundless darkness.
Dabic waited.
Dabic understood that in order to enter the real world where the Creator existed, he needed a medium, a body to carry the thinking body.
Even if this body is a bulky machine, he would not have any objection.
Of course, it’s better to be more agile.
I don’t know how long it was, probably a few hours, when Dabic heard a reminder.
"The thought body injection has been completed, and there is nothing unusual in the injection."
It's the voice of the goddess.
"Do you want to start it?"
"start up."
The voice of the Father!
The real Father!
As the faint sound of the engine appeared and disappeared, Dabic felt the existence of his body. Spots of light appeared on his eyelids, and a series of data flashed through his mind. He immediately took perfect control of this body.
Oh, the technology in the Creator's world is indeed much more advanced than that in his world.
Although this body is a bionic skeleton, from the inside out, except for the heart and brain, there is not much difference between it and a real human. Even the sensors at the end of the 'neurons' are so perfect and detailed.
This is simply a perfect simulated mechanical body.
Dabic immediately understood that he had to enter the human world to live and then carry out the mission given by his Father.
Dabic opened his eyes and sat up naturally, then he saw his creator leaning against the edge of the door frame with his arms folded.
I don't know how.
After learning that he was dying, Dabic didn't cry.
Dabic didn't cry when he saw his beloved wife off.
When he passed many tests and was selected, Dabic didn't cry either.
But now, Dabic's emotions were perfectly presented by this simulation machine. Two tears ran down his somewhat old face, and his lips were trembling constantly.
"Oh," Yang Ming frowned, "I can't bear to see this. Why is he crying?"
Lu's projection muttered, "The data parameters show that he was very excited after seeing you."
"Can I hug you?" Dabich asked in a trembling voice. "Can I hug you, Father?"
"Of course," Yang Ming opened his arms.
Dabic jumped up immediately, took two steps forward, slowed down, carefully opened his arms, and finally hugged Yang Ming tightly.
"I have reached the truth, haven't I, Father?"
"Yes, this should be the real world, I think so."
Yang Ming coughed, separated from Dabic, 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 play the original owner of your current image. Lu will pass the existing data to you, and you must familiarize yourself with it as soon as possible. Next, I will capture the target and extract the target's memory for you. You may have to work hard at that time."
"Please rest assured, boss."
Dabic's voice is extremely calm, and beneath the calmness is confidence and composure.
"I will do my best."
Yang Ming smiled slightly and patted Dabic on the shoulder.
(seven)
The Feinan flew secretly into deep space.
Yang Ming sat in the cockpit, staring out the window in a daze.
These mechanical thinking entities are really interesting.
"Boss!" Lu jumped out with a smile, "How is it? The thinking body I cultivated is excellent, isn't it?"
"What is he doing?"
"He's studying," Lu said with a smile, "This guy is very interested in medicine and is reading a medical paper."
Yang Ming was also happy.
A paper on human medicine from the perspective of a mechanical mind.
Are you planning to change your career and work in the hospital as a precision surgical robot?
"By the way," Yang Ming asked with a smile, "What did Dabich write on the monument when he left the fictional world?"
"That's a pretty philosophical statement."
"Um?"
“It is better to look up to science than to look up to the stars.”
Yang Ming was also happy: "That makes sense."
Lu asked quietly, "Boss, I don't quite understand. His ability index is only third. Why did you choose him instead of the other two who are better? And the girl's appearance was generated according to your preferences."
Yang Ming snorted, remained silent for a few seconds, and whispered, "To be honest, the old emperor's omnic, Princess Dana, left me with a bad impression."
"So? Does this have anything to do with your choice of Dabic?"
"He's impotent."
law:……
Mechanical foul language.