Chapter 408 Teleportation and Consequences
The next day, Yan Zhen and I went to the water tower together. I was ejected there due to an accidental explosion not long ago.
This is where our fateful relationship began.
Yan Zhen ran up the stairs and finally reached the water tank on the top floor.
"Because they always say that this water tower is haunted, I came up to take a look, but I didn't expect to meet you here." Yan Zhen said.
That's really unfortunate.
I checked my surroundings in silence and soon found what I was looking for. There was indeed a space vortex gap left here. It was not stable and it was very likely to move at any time.
I can use this vortex in reverse to get back to my lab.
But the problem is that my thought sequence is now incomplete and can no longer withstand a long-distance space ejection. Rashly decomposing and ejecting it may cause me permanent damage or even make me disappear. Therefore, I decided to hand over this important task to someone else - the culprit who caused my current situation.
"Me??" Yan Zhen's eyes widened, and it was hard to tell whether his tone was one of surprise or curiosity.
[Yes, to compensate me, you need to go back to my laboratory on my behalf.]
"You mean... you want to send me to an alien planet?" Yan Zhen looked around, "So where is your spaceship?"
I told him there was no such thing as a spaceship.
"Could it be teleportation?" The boy became excited, "Then how do you teleport me?"
【I will translate and transmit you. 】
"ah?"
Since his cerebral cortex is too simple, I have to explain it briefly. I will translate it into the information data required for high-speed channel transmission and transform matter across the cosmic dimension.
【Using the existing vortex through the translation of the Other Link Gateway, I will teleport you to my laboratory.】
I saw a thousand black people appear in his mental theater, and each smiling black person had a lot of question marks on his head. He still said with a look of understanding: "It sounds like it's amazing. I understand, it's teleportation, right?"
I was satisfied with his cooperative attitude even though he pretended to know everything, and I started working on it immediately.
I called out the control panel, and the boy's body was suddenly wrapped in a hazy light. He looked at the light around him curiously, poking around with his hands.
【After being teleported, I have a request. 】
"What?"
[Don't touch anything.] I said, [You are not allowed to touch anything without my further instructions.]
"Don't worry." Yan Zhen said this, but his hand was still restlessly poking at the ball of light in front of him, "This must be Interstellar! How exciting. Hey? Look, this little green bird also flew in with us."
A little green bird flew into the water tower at some point and tilted its head to look at Yan Zhen.
【Twenty seconds left before transmission.】
"Wait a minute, there won't be any side effects of this interstellar travel, right?" Yan Zhen suddenly asked, "I won't suddenly get older, or my mom and dad will get older after thirty years when I return to Earth, right?"
[No. I will stay here.] I replied, [Ten seconds left.]
"Will there be no side effects on my body? Wait a minute, is there oxygen in the air in your laboratory? What's the air pressure? Is it suitable for me to breathe?"
"There will be no side effects. You don't need to worry about the air." I said coldly, "Because you will be physically dead soon."
“What what what——”
【goodbye.】
I pressed the action button.
Yan Zhen was killed by me.
I had killed him, physically speaking.
Yan Zhen in the light melted like wax, and then dispersed into hundreds of millions of small light points. I decomposed him into extremely tiny information data, converted it into high-speed channel language, and transmitted it to the other side of the vortex in an instant.
Space discontinuity.
…
…
Yan Zhen opened his eyes and shuddered.
Now, he is standing in my laboratory.
There were white walls everywhere, and various instrument terminals were embedded in the walls. I didn't need him to understand these terminals. It was already troublesome enough for him to understand why he suddenly came here.
"I am dead?" he cried. "What did you mean?"
[I micro-translated you. In short, I decomposed you, so I said you just died in the physical sense.]
Yan Zhen reached out and touched his face. He could feel his soft and warm skin. "But..."
[You are now the result of reorganization. I translated the information language into another Yan Zhen, and you now inherit the original data.]
"..." Yan Zhen said, "So you want to kill me and then put me back together, right?"
[Otherwise you won't be able to pass through the high-speed passage, and your body won't be able to adapt to the environment here. I've adjusted your physical attributes.]
Yan Zhen showed a look of distress and confusion, "You killed me, and then you crushed me again, so am I still myself now?"
This is a commonplace philosophical question. I said, What is individual life? Is it your functioning body?
“…”
[From your perspective as a Homo sapiens, your cells are constantly metabolizing, old cells are constantly dying, and new cells are constantly being produced. It would take about seven revolutions of this planet to replace all your cells. So in just seven years, you become a different person. Strictly speaking, you are no longer the same person you were before.]
"..." Yan Zhen said, "Then is individual life a memory?"
[If I put your memories into a ball of flour, is this ball of flour that can think Yan Zhen? Will your parents recognize it? Or, if I erase all your memories now and your body is still alive, are you still Yan Zhen? Do you think your parents will think that the Homo sapiens who lost his memories is Yan Zhen, or the dough that stole your memories? ]
"You're quibbling." Yan Zhen muttered.
[If we continue discussing this, it will turn into the soul theory in your human religion.] Why am I telling this boy this? I find that my patience with this boy is getting worse and worse, which makes our conversation always go off the topic. This is not a good sign. [Now is not the time to discuss this. I want you to check my laboratory equipment now.]
"good."
【Don't touch anything without my permission. 】
"I know. You've said it several times."
[The vortex is unstable, you don't have much time. See the fourth panel on the upper right?] At this moment, I am still on Laura, but now I share the view with him. [Touch it to open it.]
Yan Zhen touched it obediently. I started to check the recorded data. The explosion of this accident was very unbelievable, so I had to check it carefully.
Rune numbers spread out in front of my eyes. At this moment, my remaining thought sequence opened several parallel data channels to calculate multiple information beams at the same time. Although my ability and intelligence have greatly decreased, and my calculation speed is not as fast as before, I can still process the data in front of me.
I had been so absorbed in the subtle fluctuations of the data stream that I paid no attention to the boy.
Until Yan Zhen uttered an "ah".
His voice echoed in the data stream. I quickly stopped the calculation and found that the guy was standing next to a microscope terminal.
【I told you, you can't touch anything! 】
"I didn't touch it, I just looked at it." Yan Zhen said, pointing to a chip culture tank under the microscope.
[Did you touch this culture tank? ]
"No, I was just watching!"
Not long ago , I cultivated a group of microorganisms in this culture tank. They were very small. The culture tank looked like a thin layer of fluff, but under a precision microscope, you could see the tall and strange buildings lined up in rows on the culture tank.
Before that, their civilization had just progressed to the point where the kings were granted by gods, and they built many temples to worship strange gods, whose forms probably came from the dust on a microscope.
I divided the area on the chip into seven areas in advance, and separated the little people into seven countries. Soon, the little people began to compete for the land of the neighboring countries. For this reason, I specially set up a program to prohibit the seven countries from fighting each other. Whenever a little person attacks another country, the culture tank will emit an electronic pulse as a punishment.
These little people finally settled down and developed in their own territories. But the result of the forced regulations was that they realized the existence of gods and believed that the gods did not allow them to have wars between countries. The worship of gods became extremely popular. At that time, as long as I looked at the microscope, I could see these little people worshiping.
They spend most of their lives in worship and invent a lot of meaningless postures and rules. Every time I look at the microscope, I am amazed at the piety and idleness of these little people.
Of course, recent developments have made me feel a little bored. These villains are too lifeless.
I considered changing the rules on the chip culture tank, but then I was distracted by other things and didn't observe them for a while.
Now standing next to the chip, Yan Zhenzhen said, "They are looking at me."
【What did you say?】
Yan Zhen said: "There is something on the chip."
[These are the microorganisms I raised, what do you want to say? ]
"They built a very large telescope," Yan Zhen gestured, "while I was looking at them, they were also looking at me with a large astronomical instrument."
[……] I have not paid attention to these microorganisms for a long time. Their technological development has exceeded my expectations. It is a good thing to make observation tools to explore the starry sky, but I don’t have the energy to care about them now. I thought of another thing.
I said to Yan Zhen: "Don't worry about these microorganisms, they are just observing you. Look at the table opposite, there should be a laboratory bottle there."
"There's nothing there."
【What did you say? There should be an alien freeze-dried object there.】
"Nothing."
My knife and I were both ejected in the explosion, and apparently my frozen Izel alien suffered the same fate. This explosion was fair.
My thoughts paused for a moment, and I carefully analyzed the time it would take for the Izel alien to sow seeds and wreak havoc on the Earth. But then I thought again, I didn't notice anything unusual around me in the past few days, which meant that the freeze-dried creature was still freeze-dried. Then there was another task, which was that I had to retrieve this freeze-dried creature that could easily destroy the planet as soon as possible.
The data, like flowing water, was oscillating and fluctuating in the broken thought sequence, and the vortex showed signs of instability. I realized that I had to pull Yan Zhen back.
[That's all for today. You can come back now.]
"Is it over?" Yan Zhen seemed a little reluctant, as if he didn't want to leave those little microorganisms.
【it's over.】
"Am I going to die again?"
[That's right, close your eyes and die. ]
Yan Zhen once again turned into billions of flashes of light.
I waited for him quietly on this side of the whirlpool.
He did not show up.
I opened the other side link gateway and found that due to the unstable oscillation of the vortex, his transfer data was mistakenly output to an orbit. Before I could analyze the error, he was quickly ejected due to incompatibility.
…
A few seconds later, Yan Zhen sat down on the ground.
"I'm back?"
【Yes.】
"But I was just teleported to a room." Yan Zhen said, "It should be our residential room here."
[Minor error caused by vortex instability, don't worry about it. 】
"Is your teleportation really reliable?"
[Your information is normal.] I checked it and replied.
"I just crushed a hamster."
【What?】
"There was a hamster cage in that room. I was teleported right onto the hamster cage and I crushed it to death." Yan Zhen seemed to be still frightened, "I crushed someone else's hamster to death."
In the near future .
A little boy cried to the squashed hamster: "Gilgamesh - my Gilgamesh!!! You died miserably!!"
A group of Arte cats gathered outside his window and whispered, "I don't know who did it, but Gilgamesh, the representative of the pet competition army, has been assassinated."
"Great!! Mr. Cat must win!! This is our victory!!!" the cats shouted in unison.
