Chapter 165 True Cross-Server Chat
The afterlife refers to a special "attraction" in the United States of Freedom, the third most powerful country in the galaxy.
Originally, this place existed as a way for the wealthy class to prolong their lives.
Despite opposition from human rights organizations, the United States of Liberty created a fictional world called the Star of Light, which allows human .
In simple terms:
When a wealthy man feels that he is about to die and cannot prolong his life with technologies such as telomere modulators, he can come to the United States of America in person, undergo a brain resection operation, keep his brain alive in a special container, and transform it into a personal biological computer.
Our own consciousness is based on the brain and is connected to a colorful and extremely stable fictional planet, the Star of Light.
In this world, you can enjoy different life experiences just by purchasing different levels of VIP.
Of course, VIP is time-limited and needs to be renewed regularly to continue enjoying the distinguished services.
The purpose of the United States of Liberty in launching this project is to attract wealthy people from across the stars to transfer capital.
In the first few years, this project did attract the interest of a large number of wealthy people, but various ethical issues soon emerged.
Is the brain alive on its own?
In order to allow the consciousness of the rich to continue to exist, what is needed is the flow of external wealth. After the rich's property is passed on to their children as inheritance, are their children willing to pay the high fees?
There have even been some rather ironic incidents.
Some wealthy people choose to hand over their property to relevant foundations to ensure their own survival. Their children use various means to try to make the wealthy man's brain completely dead, and finally successfully inherit the estate.
Similar problems broke out one after another, and the project moved from the front stage to behind the scenes.
At the moment when Yang Ming is living, there are still a large number of living consciousnesses living in the Star of Light.
In the game "Abyss", there was a crisis in the Star of Light in the afterlife.
That is an epic team instance of the Free United States camp, and is fairly famous in the game process of Abyss.
Yang Ming's decision to meet his 'suspected fellow countryman' here was obviously a well-considered one.
First of all, none of them can enter the core server of the afterlife, which is physically isolated and based on a biological computer modified from a personal brain.
What they can enter is the outer attractions of the Star of Light, a virtual spaceport that provides a 'visiting relatives' function.
Secondly, to enter the periphery of the Star of Light, one must use the "deep holographic technology", wear a holographic helmet, digitize thoughts and consciousness, and then condense the data into a "stand-in sample" to communicate on the Star of Light.
The afterlife is the world of data.
In the world of data, Goddess Law has a more obvious advantage.
At this moment, Yang Ming was in the temporary city on the resource star of the Sherman Empire. He disguised himself as an old man and put on a holographic helmet. Under the protection of Lu, he entered the Star of Bright Light and condensed into a virtual image of a blond handsome man.
Double camouflage, intimate protection.
Lu hid in the corner of Yang Ming's sight, ready to remind Yang Ming at any time.
Yang Ming paid three thousand New Federation coins to buy a reception room, and changed the password of the reception room to:
Due to the limitations of the game settings, what is the effective killing range of an ordinary laser gun?
The answer is 120 meters.
About half an hour later, there was a knock on the door of the reception room and the password was verified to be correct.
"Enter."
Yang Ming's voice fell, and he unconsciously held his breath and looked at the open door.
Soon, a woman with long dark blue hair walked in and gave Yang Ming a gentle smile.
In the corner of Yang Ming's sight, Lu pushed his hands to his sides, and several lines of reminders popped up immediately.
[Boss, there are traces of data disguise. The data processing technology is very good, but based on the other party's small habits of walking movements, it can be judged that he should be a man in reality. ]
[The location has been determined. The other party has logged in from the capital of the New Federation, Minter City.]
[Their technical team is monitoring this place and is also investigating your identity, boss. Our forged identity documents have been stolen by the other party.]
[The style of operation has the shadow of CIA. ]
CIA?
Damn, could it be "Rebirth: In the CIA"?
Although Yang Ming was complaining in his heart, he immediately suppressed his thoughts and stood up to look the woman in the face.
The two sides looked at each other.
Yang Ming seemed to see the tall man behind the woman;
Allison seemed to see the image of the old man behind the blond handsome man.
Then the two of them smiled tacitly and restrainedly, and made a gesture of invitation at the same time.
Yang Ming changed the simulated reception room from landscape browsing mode to closed communication mode, and took the initiative to remind: "A certain amount of data will be left here, and we cannot mention some sensitive issues."
"Relax," the woman said, "My team will do the data sweep. In the world of data, we are free. What's your name?"
They all speak the galactic common language.
Yang Ming: "Pikachu."
"My name is Gamma," Allison replied calmly, "Of course, this is not my real name now."
Yang Ming nodded imperceptibly and immediately got to the point: "I need to verify your identity."
"Sure," Allison spread his hands, "Come on."
Yang Ming asked: "How many years has "Abyss" been running?"
"Five years."
"What was the name of the expansion pack before the Ninth Scourge expansion pack was released?"
Allison thought for a moment and said, "Mirror Breaker, the main plot is about the artificial intelligence extending from the mirror virtual world getting out of control."
Yang Ming breathed a sigh of relief, and Allison also smiled warmly, his eyes full of emotion.
At this moment, although the two were wrapped in layers of disguise, they saw a kind of intimacy, a touch, and a sense of resonance in each other's eyes.
"I am finally no longer alone," said Allison, disguised as a long-haired beauty, affectionately, "When I opened my eyes and saw the world, I was confused and at a loss."
Yang Ming asked: "Who did you replace?"
"Oh, we can't talk about this for now," Allison said, "We need to protect each other, and I won't ask about your situation, for now."
"Okay," Yang Ming nodded. "After all, this is our first meeting. We need to deepen our trust, which takes time... Are you a woman?"
"Man," Allison said. "I mean, I was originally a man, but after the fusion of consciousness, I replaced a woman in the galaxy."
In the lower left corner, Lu used both hands to push out another line of text:
[She is lying. Law came to this conclusion based on the digital analysis of brain waves.]
In other words, after this guy's consciousness merged, he also "took over" a man.
This is consistent with the hint Lu gave before.
Yang Ming smiled and said, "I didn't expect this to happen. How do you think this kind of fusion of consciousness happened? I think it's a higher-dimensional civilization."
"Don't be suspicious. It's a high-dimensional civilization," Allison exhaled softly. "I looked up a lot of information and found a surprising fact."
"What?" Yang Ming leaned forward.
"Higher-dimensional civilizations are watching the Milky Way."
Allison said:
“In other words, the civilizations within the Milky Way are the descendants of higher-dimensional human civilizations, and they are repeatedly sowing seeds in the Milky Way.
"After the main civilization in the Milky Way shrinks, there will be a new round of seeding. The latest main civilization is composed of Sherman, New Federation, Free United States, Guel Alliance, and more than 200 interstellar countries.
"The Milky Way is the private domain of this higher-dimensional human civilization."
Yang Ming asked, "What about our civilization? How do we explain our lonely planet, a planet whose civilization level is not even 1?"
"Space-time bubble," Allison said, "After integrating the information, I came to a rather absurd conclusion. Our planet is trapped in a space-time bubble."
Yang Ming frowned and said, "Time and space bubble? Sorry, I don't understand this. I'm just an ordinary person... I just have better gaming skills."
Ellingson smiled shyly: "I am also an ordinary person, but I am not a professional gamer. I used to work in a research institute."
“Talent.”
"No, no, no. It's just that after basic education, I didn't find a good job, so I chose to continue in the direction of scientific research." Allison sighed.
Yang Ming immediately asked: "What exactly is a space-time bubble?"
"I doubt it. This is just my guess."
Allison said this seriously, 'she' crossed her legs and made simple gestures with her hands.
"The space-time bubble should be a space-time isolation within the pan-stellar system. From the perspective of our civilization, this is indeed difficult to achieve, but in the eyes of high-dimensional human civilization, it is just some very ordinary projects.
“It’s like the project we did to build a crib.
"Our planet is trapped in a bubble of time and space, and they are sowing seeds on it, guiding it towards civilization and science.
"When our civilizational development level approaches one, they will take action."
Yang Ming asked: "The measure is "The Abyss"? "
"Very likely," Allison said. "What do you think we saw in The Abyss? A developed galactic civilization with an average civilization level of 2.3 to 2.5. The most developed Sherman and parts of the New Federation have already reached a civilization level of more than 3."
Yang Ming slammed the table and said, "I have always had this feeling. Comparing The Abyss with the Milky Way we are in now, they are too similar, so similar that..."
Allison and Yang Ming said similar things almost at the same time.
Allison: "It's just a digital processing of the Milky Way at a certain point in time, and it's made into the game Abyss."
Yang Ming: “We turned the actual background of the Milky Way into the game.”
The two looked at each other and smiled.
They all felt inexplicably moved.
Yang Ming said with emotion: "I suspect, of course, this is just suspicion and inference. We have not yet found actual evidence. The so-called "Abyss" game is the digitization of the entire Milky Way at a certain moment in the 753rd year of the Imperial New Calendar."
"That's probably the case," Allison said. "The game 'Abyss' is like a guidance program and assessment program, guiding our civilization to understand the Milky Way and join the Milky Way. Ultimately, as long as we pass the assessment, we can break the time-space bubble and become a member of the Milky Way."
"Oh," Yang Ming frowned, "but the test they gave is too difficult."
"Yes, this is not fair at all," Allison rubbed his forehead. "We fought hard all over the world, and the world moved forward towards this goal, gathering the wisdom and capabilities of 3.2 billion people around the world, but in the end we were still defeated by the Ninth Calamity."
Yang Ming: …
What the hell?
What's going on?
3.2 billion people in the world?
The human population on Earth has exceeded 8 billion!
Yang Ming continued with emotion: "Yes, we built fleets and defense systems based on the platform provided by The Abyss, but in the end we only received a beam of death."
The two were silent for a while.
There were memories and longing in Allison's eyes.
"I suspect that there are some supervisors on our planet in advance."
Allison said:
"Understanding this mechanism is what we should strive for next. Only in this way can we save our planet."
"So what do you think of the two of us?" Yang Ming asked, "You also found other people, right?"
"There are only two of us at the moment," Allison pointed at Yang Ming, then at himself, and said with a firm gaze, "We are the pioneers, and we are also the ones taking the make-up exams."
Yang Ming said: "Don't you think there is a paradox here?"
"What paradox?"
"We have returned to the galaxy about thirty years before the game was launched. If we change the past, it will inevitably affect our planet."
"You're wrong, Pikachu."
Allison laughed:
“So I say that our planet is trapped in a space-time bubble, which is completely isolated from the outside world. The only universal law is the law of physics.
“Only in this way can several things be reasonably explained.
“First, our consciousness was processed into data and then integrated into the social system of the Milky Way civilization. The chain reaction generated here will inevitably require a huge space-time sponge to absorb the ripples in order to ensure the stability of the Milky Way.
"Second, we can't find our planet or Minx Port on the map of the Milky Way."
Minx Harbor?
Different planets, same Minx port?
That high-dimensional civilization opened "The Abyss" to different low-level civilizations at the same time?
What the hell is this?
Multiple low-level civilizations taking the same exam?
Allison was still talking.
“Third, our civilization is equivalent to a lower form of civilization in the Milky Way, but there is a deviation in the core theory. I compared the black hole data collected by our planet with the black hole data collected by the Milky Way.
“Oh, maybe I need to explain to you that black holes are important samples for studying physical theorems, and studying black holes is a necessary path to a unified explanation of the four fundamental forces.
“You may not have the knowledge about this.
“Fourth, our existence.”
Yang Ming frowned and said, "This is indeed not what I am good at. I am better at dungeon strategies."
"You are also an indispensable talent," Allison smiled, and suddenly spoke a series of phrases.
Yang Ming stared at Allison calmly, his expression a little serious.
Damn!
I didn’t understand!
This Allison suddenly speaking the language of his homeland?
Just when Yang Ming didn't know how to get away with it, two lines of text popped up in the lower left corner of his sight.
【Our division of labor is different.】
[Based on the analysis of his brain wave frequency band, this sentence is most likely to be the one he said. Lu is not sure.]
"Yes, we have different divisions of labor," Yang Ming said slowly, "You seem to be managing your power, and I haven't found my own direction yet."
Allison's smile turned a little more friendly.
Yang Ming said, "Use the universal language of the galaxy."
"Don't worry, I will erase the data," Allison said slowly, "What are you going to do? Do you want to cooperate with me? We are one of the very few individuals chosen by a higher-dimensional civilization. Now we can be sure that our planet still exists well in the space-time bubble."
"What then is the destruction we have experienced?"
"Warning, conquering, destroying and then rebuilding," Allison said, "or in other words, letting us realize directly how immature our civilization is."
Yang Ming sighed, "I feel powerless now. We only have twenty-six or twenty-seven years. We can still experience the launch of the game "Abyss" again, right?"
"I am not sure how things will evolve, but since we have been chosen as pioneers, it must be meaningful."
Allison groaned for a few seconds:
“We must find a way to ensure that we can influence this assessment in order to save our planet.
“First, we need to study the history of the Milky Way and look for clues. This kind of thing is likely to happen periodically, but it is difficult to determine how to do it.
“We can only think positively - the fact that higher-dimensional civilizations have spent so much effort to spread human civilization must have positive significance.
"They destroyed our planet, and gave us the opportunity to start over again and enter the first thirty years of the galaxy. This must be an optimistic conception."
“I suspect that the last test was the most difficult, but if we can pass it, the result will be the best. Our civilization will be incorporated into the galactic civilization, without being enslaved or exploited, and will become a truly sovereign country.
"But now, we failed the first exam and entered the retake exam. The mechanism of the retake exam must have changed. This is the meaning of our existence."
"What can we do?"
Yang Ming smiled bitterly and said, "We are now outside the space-time bubble."
"We still have a lot of time," Allison said, "I will try to make it bigger and stronger... You can actually come and help me."
"Well, I'll think about it."
Yang Ming sighed: "Let's stop here today. I'm in a very confused mood."
"I understand," Allison said, standing up. "If you've thought it through, please write me a reply and use that website as our exclusive contact point."
He opened the door of the reception room, turned his head and looked at Yang Ming, and said with a smile:
"I forgot to mention that I'm a man. This is just a disguise... Don't have any thoughts about me."
Yang Ming: …
“I feel a little helpless now.”
"Haha, well, I know roughly this."
Allison winked at Yang Ming, and thinking that he had taken the initiative and advantage in front of his peers, he left the reception room with a smile.
Yang Ming waited for half a minute and then pulled off the holographic helmet.
The law will handle it later.
Yang Ming just wants to calm down now.
What the hell is this!
The opponent is not from Earth, but the experience of the other planet is exactly the same as that of Earth! No, it is different. The players on Earth are scattered, while the other planet has gathered all its strength to fight.
Of course, their struggle also failed.
Parallel world?
Space-time bubble?
Yang Ming quickly left the empire's resource planet and returned to the Feinan.
He decided not to delete Lu's memories this time. He needed someone to discuss things with, and he only trusted Lu.
