Chapter 411 Villain
“How many collections did you lose?”
Yan Zhen suddenly asked this question that day.
I didn't answer him.
"Don't act like you're not there. I know you're there."
【……】
“How many collections did you lose?”
【I can’t be sure.】
"I'm not sure. You can't be sure how many suspicious interstellar dangerous goods you have lost, and it is very likely that my Earth will be blown up at any time, right?"
The tone sounded like he was accusing me. I couldn't deny the facts he pointed out, having dealt with several similar incidents in recent days. Then I anticipated what he was going to say next.
"So, wouldn't you consider teleporting me to your lab again to double-check the number of missing items in your collection?"
【……】
"This is for the safety of the Earth!"
[Actually, you are looking forward to visiting my lab again, right? ]
"This is for the safety of the Earth!"
I took a look at his mental theater. Good, he didn't hide his thoughts this time. In his mental theater, he was surrounded by a group of miniature people, and he sat happily among the noisy little people.
Last time, before he left the lab, he lingered beside my culture chip for a long time and refused to leave. I knew he had been coveting the microorganisms I raised.
Now the theatre in his head was becoming excessive, with the little people holding hands and singing beside him, and another group making giant garlands of flowers and placing them on him in adoration.
I immediately changed all the little people in his brain to normal proportions, that is, the size of microorganisms. Now the floor of his brain theater is blank to the naked eye.
"Where have you taken my little people?"
I told him that, first of all, it wasn’t “his” little man. In fact, he had stepped on the little microorganism to death just now.
"..." Yan Zhen was very dissatisfied with my behavior of destroying his imagination, "You are too stingy."
[This is not being stingy, your current state of mind is not suitable for being with them. ]
"I just wanted to see them."
Then satisfy your curiosity as a civilized person.
"I've helped you clean up so many things, and you're so stingy."
He puffed up his cheeks and began to accuse me. I didn't want to deny his help these days. I pointed out the most important point: I could have recovered quickly in a short period of time and recovered all the collections that were thrown on the earth. The earth would have been fine. But someone seriously injured me and almost made me disappear. It was his responsibility to help me deal with the aftermath.
When I mentioned this, he stopped arguing, at least on the surface. This is what I like about this kid, he never shirks responsibility or makes excuses when he believes he is wrong.
I decided to give him a little treat.
【But I do need you to go to the lab again now.】I said.
"Really?" Yan Zhen's eyes lit up, and the little people in his mind grew out in layers like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, putting a ridiculous wreath on his head.
[The time you went there last time was too short. According to my calculations, the data samples collected now are not enough. I need to collect more data.]
“Yeah!!”
The little people in his head began to sing and dance.
【Let me remind you one more thing...】
"Don't touch anything, right? I know."
So we came back to the water tower again, and I noticed that the gap in the vortex had moved about two meters from its original position, which was not a good sign. It meant that the vortex was becoming more and more unstable. But I had no other choice at the moment.
Yan Zhen was once again decomposed into extremely small particles and ejected.
This time he was really familiar with the laboratory. After completing the operation I instructed him to do, he immediately ran to the culture chip to visit the microorganisms he had been thinking about.
I was floating in the ocean of data again. Although there was no conclusion yet, I still vaguely felt that something was wrong.
No matter how you look at it, there was something odd about this seemingly accidental explosion.
I quickly activated my remaining thought sequence and entered into meditation.
Then, not long after, Yan Zhen suddenly screamed again.
I quickly came back to my senses from meditation and found Yan Zhen sitting on the ground, looking at the microscope in disbelief.
【What are you doing?】
"They are attacking me." Yan Zhen said, "Those little people are attacking me." He raised his hand, which had several red spots on it, and a few wisps of smoke floated on the originally white skin of his palm. I could feel that he was very sad.
【……】
"Why?" Yan Zhen said, "I didn't touch them, I was just observing them."
[This shows that their civilization has developed to the point where they can detect and analyze the world outside the culture chip. It seems that they have understood what you are.] But this development direction is obviously wrong. Is my time accelerator turned too much? Then I realized what would happen next.
【This is just their test.】
"What?"
[Back off immediately! !] I warned, [Don’t observe them anymore! Their civilization is beyond your imagination!]
"ah?"
My reminder was still a step too late. I saw hundreds of thin spots of light rising from the culture tanks, dragging their long tails towards Yan Zhen.
Yan Zhen didn't have time to make a sound, he was surrounded by hundreds of light spots. I decomposed him at the last moment, and the high-energy missiles launched by the microorganisms still worked. Yan Zhen disappeared. I struggled to process the data, but it was still useless. He was instantly drawn into a super-dimensional maze.
Yan Zhen is still alive.
The fragment of consciousness I lost in his body played a role in the crisis, and it automatically generated a protective shell and wrapped him in it. Now he is in a highly simulated maze of consciousness world, just like I can't get my fragment back, and I can't interfere from the outside.
Quantum protocols are transformed into clear simulation objects. Yan Zhen in the multifaceted prism sits in his study. With a soft backrest cushion, a steaming teacup, and a flickering TV screen, he is doing one of his daily activities - playing games.
The man in the glass prism also realized something was wrong. He put down the handle and started calling me.
Now I am like a cat facing a hard glass prism. I can only scratch the smooth surface with my claws and I can do nothing about the poor little hamster inside.
No matter how hard I knocked, he couldn't hear me inside.
He is trapped inside by the fragments of my consciousness. Now I cannot interfere and he can only rely on himself to find a way out.
He kept calling me for about two or three minutes, and soon the boy realized that if I could respond, I would have spoken to him a long time ago. Now I didn't say anything, so I was definitely powerless.
If there was a hint of panic on his face before, it was completely gone now.
He sat in the study in silence for a while, then walked out.
His home is exactly the same as his real home, except that there is no one in the house, and only a green bird sits on the windowsill and sings to him. He sits on the soft sofa and touches the texture of the sofa with his hands, "It is exactly the same as the real one."
"If we want to get out of the maze, we must first analyze the current situation." Yan Zhen began to talk to himself, his young face showing a calmness that was inconsistent with his age. "This is not the real world, but a super-dimensional consciousness maze. I am trapped inside."
"If it is consciousness, then there should be a part that I can control."
The codes of the fragments of my consciousness he had sucked in began to whisper, "He's found out, he's found out."
He also heard the whispers of the codes. They did not belong to him, but to the intelligent sequences of interstellar high-dimensional creatures. They whispered in the furniture of the room, on the smooth floor, and in the transparent air.
"So what can you do?"
"We can calculate based on logic." The coders shouted, "Come dream, come solve the puzzle!!"
"Okay," he said to them, "First, I want to raise a bunch of little people."
So the coders happily created a group of little people for him. They jumped and were full of energy. They were much bigger than the microorganisms on my culture chip. Each little person was half the size of a matchstick. Now he could clearly see the evolution of his little kingdom. The coders turned the living room into a grassland. They shaped mountains, rivers and forests.
A new civilization began.
The noisy little people quickly developed civilization. After experiencing a barbaric and war-torn era, the little people's society quickly stabilized. The little people raised a small cow. The calves were small animals with long fur and soft moans. They were as big as ants. The little people had good weather at first, and the scale of cattle breeding grew a lot. In order to express their respect for the god, the little people cut a large number of beef into pieces and roasted them on the altar to offer to him.
Yan Zhen curiously picked up the barbecue and tasted it. It tasted unexpectedly good. The meat of these calves was very tender. Because these cattle were too small, the meat from hundreds of calves was only enough for him to eat one bite. He licked his tongue with satisfaction.
The little people cheered for the sacrifice. Some of them sang for him. Yan Zhen didn't understand what the little people were singing, but he thought the little singers sang very beautifully, like the low and melodious singing of birds. Later, in order to win his favor and a better harvest, the little people slaughtered more calves. Soon Yan Zhen realized that something was wrong. The dry season came, the river began to dry up, and large numbers of cattle began to die in batches. The little people began to starve.
So the little people prayed to him again. There were only a few calves left. After slaughtering the remaining calves, the little people selected little people from them. Yan Zhen recognized that some of them were the little singers who sang for him. The little people raised their sharp knives to the little singers.
"No!! You can't do this!" Yan Zhen shouted. He reached out to save the little singer.
The coders shouted: "Don't interfere, don't interfere."
The codes that make up the mountains and grasslands shouted, "If you interfere, you will never see the answer again."
The codes that make up the town shouted, "You can never get out again."
So the little singers were killed as sacrifices. The harvest did not improve, people were hungry, and the progress of civilization became difficult, but the more difficult it was, the more they kept killing their compatriots in order to gain mercy from the gods.
Yan Zhen didn't want to see these, so he fastened the time.
So he skipped the era of blind faith in gods, and the little people entered the modern civilization period. The world before his eyes was divided into several countries. He saw exquisite high-rise buildings and a throng of vehicles. The little people performed stories one after another, including twists and turns of passionate love, court politics full of conspiracies, villains, heroes, ambitious people, and patriots. Their stories were as exciting as those legendary histories in reality.
Before Yan Zhen could admire it enough, several dazzling lights rose from the kingdom of the little people, and they fired terrifying missiles at each other. After this flash of white, all the little people's kingdoms turned into ashes.
The coders shouted: "It's over! It's over!"
The coders shouted: "No solution, no answer."
Yan Zhen thought about it and started planning again.
This time, all the little characters were set up to have no desire to attack or fight.
A new civilization began.
A few minutes later, this civilization was over before it had even begun.
A race without the desire to attack and fight cannot win the evolutionary battle on the planet, nor can it maintain its own heritage by steadily absorbing resources without fighting.
The coders shouted: "It's over! It's over!"
The coders shouted: "No solution, no answer."
Yan Zhen thought about it and started planning again.
This time he started with the world.
The world is prosperous and the resources are abundant. You can get delicious fruits just by lifting your feet. The world is full of fresh and juicy round slime meat balls, which can be eaten by hitting them. The birds of prey and beasts that threaten the little people have been eliminated. There will be no more threats to the survival of the little people in their environment. They have been blessed by the gods.
The little people were very happy at first, but soon they became lazy and greasy. Each of them was very fat. They would just eat and stare blankly. The material satisfaction did not make these little people full of energy. Instead, they just lay there and were content with the status quo. Many little people were even unwilling to walk. Later, many little people did not even collect resources. They just lay under the tree every day, waiting for delicious food to fall from the tree.
Their society became lifeless, without the need to struggle, worry about survival, or compete, and finally even the desire to reproduce disappeared. The birth rate of the little people dropped sharply without them noticing, and in a world with no demand, abundant biomass, and no need for production, they did not organize an effective social organization, but just lived a muddle-headed life of eating and drinking.
There are fewer and fewer villains.
Once again, a civilization has come to an end.
The coders shouted: "It's over! It's over!"
The coders shouted: "No solution, no answer."
Yan Zhen thought about it and started planning again.
This time the world returned to normal.
The villains regained their competitiveness and desires, but Yan Zhen deliberately set moral characteristics for them, and all villains should be born good.
Therefore, in the process of civilization development, villains quantified the term morality into various standards of rules and regulations.
Various codes of conduct such as helping others and assisting the weak were written into their laws and even became the criteria for their assessment.
At the beginning, in Yan Zhen's eyes, this was a very orderly and spiritually-filled society.
But things soon developed in a direction he could not have imagined.
There are not so many villains in this world who need help from others, and there are not so many weak people. But these villains are born with the nature of needing to realize their moral pursuits. If they cannot achieve it, they will be in great pain. So they are restless and uncomfortable. Finally, someone came up with a method, which is to create misfortune first and then rescue the victims. In this way, the physiological desire of these villains to do good can be greatly satisfied.
This society of villains soon became terrifying. The villains began to create misfortunes everywhere. They committed evil and concocted tragic cases one after another. Then they appeared as saviors to save the unfortunate victims. At that moment, Yan Zhen felt that they had gained great satisfaction and happiness, which was a pleasure and spiritual stimulation they had never experienced before. The victims also had the same desires, so this group of people went to find weaker objects to concoct tragedy and misfortune, just to make themselves truly happy.
This world, which was noble and clear at the beginning, became chaotic. The lowest people cried out in pain, cursing the gods for putting them in this living hell on earth. Why were they constantly persecuted by others, and they were completely unable to achieve any happiness of their own.
This world must be a prank that only the most evil god could come up with.
Yan Zhen thought about it and started a new world.
This time the world is still a normal world.
This time, the little people have natural competitiveness and desires, and he no longer gives them any innate moral assumptions.
But this time, after the villains had finally developed to a certain stage without causing trouble, a strange plague broke out. Before Yan Zhen could react, all the villains were killed by the plague, without a single one left alive.
Yan Zhen thought about it and started a new world.
Again and again.
Again and again.
Again and again.
The evolution of the little people's civilization this time is beyond imagination. Their technology has even surpassed Yan Zhen's Earth without them realizing it. Their social structure is extremely stable and healthy. Every little person can find his or her place in society and use his or her talents. Even people without talents can acquire the abilities needed by society through genetic modification. In this civilization, the little people are full of enthusiasm and happiness. They are actively building their own society and exploring the road ahead in technology.
Soon they extended their lifespans by improving their genes, completely eradicating all incurable diseases, and aging and illness became fictional stories. With the help of advanced technology, the little people can change their appearance at will, and even the ugliest little people can easily get a face that they think is as beautiful as a fairy.
All the work that needs to be operated has been handed over to AI. Under the intelligent management of AI robots, all social affairs have been optimized to a great extent. The little people live in a nearly perfect mechanism, and they seem to have achieved ultimate happiness.
Yan Zhen whispered, "Did it succeed this time?"
Little people don't need to work, they just need to seek happiness and enjoy life every day.
At this time, the little people who were full of energy seemed to have lost their direction. At the beginning, they were indeed very happy, but soon they showed their boredom with life. The unchanging happiness was equivalent to the unchanging boredom. This peaceful and peaceful life could not satisfy their further spiritual needs.
So some villains started playing various virtual games, projecting themselves into the scripts of other low-level civilizations to experience life-threatening game tests again and again, or projecting themselves into a written script to play fast travel to enjoy a different life, or catching some lower-level lives and throwing them into game fields, betting on which one will win. Playing with the fate of other low-level lives has become a diversion and fun in boring life.
Then, after countless times of enjoyment, the little people finally couldn't even make themselves happy in the most exciting games. They were tired of everything. Some of the little people even shouted radical slogans to abandon technology and return to primitiveness, while some little people said that a society with different levels is the source of healthy happiness, and a society where everyone is the same has lost the motivation for evolution. Various anti-intellectual thoughts began to rise, and finally these little people who could no longer be happy launched deadly nuclear bombs against each other in a huge civil war and destroyed themselves.
Civilization has ended again.
On the ruins, the AI robots of the little people survived. After discussing with each other, they found that they did not understand why their masters wanted to kill each other. However, the prosperous life of the little people was recorded in their files, and the vigorous vitality of the little people was always remembered by them. The AI robots decided to rebuild society on the ruins of the little people. Maybe one day, they can also develop a completely different machine AI civilization.
The first robot president was a smart sweeper.
Yan Zhen: “…”
