(one)
"Are you crazy?"
Kolev was calm.
Because he felt he had heard it wrong.
Personally own a habitable planet?
What kind of interstellar joke is this about an Imperial princess marrying the son of the new Federal Chancellor?
"Everything depends on human effort," Yang Ming said. "If it wasn't such a challenging job, how could I have invited you? Mr. Hatton, a living legend in a certain profession."
"That's true," Kolev chuckled, and walked back calmly with his cane. "I've robbed all kinds of things in my life, but I've never robbed an entire planet. I need more intelligence sharing."
Yang Ming nodded: "I actually already have a plan, it's like this..."
"Slow down, slow down!"
Kolev's old eyes were full of light:
"Don't try to get away with it! I've already promised you that I'll be your assistant, and now you should share your secrets and your bargaining chips! Yang Ming, you should show it to me, that advanced civilization!"
Yang Ming: …
This old man is becoming increasingly difficult to fool.
"Okay, if you insist."
Yang Ming stroked his chin and pondered for a few seconds:
“I need to think carefully about how to tell you my experience and what key information to hide.
"If you choose not to help me after I tell you this, I will erase your memory of the last half hour, so that even if someone scans your brain one day, it won't reveal my cards."
"Come on, who can get memories just by scanning the brain?" Kolev said, "That's just an immature scientific experiment. "
"The Empire should be able to do it."
Yang Ming simply said, "Okay, I'll start from when we separated. Open that thing... You actually like the pink color."
Kolev cursed, "This comes with the instrument! This thing is a military contraband, I'm lucky I can get one!"
Lu's clear and lively voice suddenly sounded: "Boss, your elderly assistant's underwear and socks are also pink."
Kolev's old face turned red, and he stammered for a long time, all saying things like "What's wrong with pink?" and "It's just a normal color."
Yang Ming smiled, slumped back in the large retro wooden chair, his eyes filled with reminiscence.
He narrated briskly:
"After we parted, I replenished my water and food in Freeport, sailed for more than 20 galactic days, and experienced four risky jumps, heading towards the coordinate point I had obtained by chance.
“Imperial New Calendar: 724.06.30.
“It’s my departure time.”
(two)
The track drawn on the star map was erased bit by bit, and the Feinan sailed into an uninhabited area that was not on the commercial line. Yang Ming also started to activate the hovering rudder and drove manually half of the time.
The radar is turned on to maximum power.
Take advantage of the gravitational slingshot effect to increase energy reserves.
The radio switched to full-channel reception mode to prevent himself from accidentally entering a restricted military area.
The previously set coordinate points were getting closer and closer, and Yang Ming could already find several unique 'signposts' on the enlarged star map.
He first passed by a broken wandering planet, one third of which was blown to pieces, and a long meteorite belt spread into space.
——A rogue planet refers to a planet that has not been captured by a star. It is generally rare. This rogue planet was most likely dragged here by an interstellar civilization.
Continuing forward from the broken wandering planet, Yang Ming spent two galactic days to reach the second signpost.
This is the wreckage of a giant abandoned battleship. All the valuable things on it have been removed, leaving only a hollow skeleton and tattered outer armor.
This giant battleship is 25,000 meters long and contains a small city.
It may be something left over from the last era of civilization, which once provided many advanced ancient civilizations to today's galactic civilization, or it may have been a symbol of a powerful country, but has fallen into desolation due to the demise of its political system.
Yang Ming deliberately avoided the wreckage of the giant battleship.
He was worried that there might be a detector from some force nearby, and he just needed to use this thing to confirm that he was not taking the wrong path.
When playing "Abyss", the player's navigation is not so troublesome. Usually, the player can reach the destination by just closing his eyes and opening them again.
This is a huge difference that Yang Ming cannot understand now.
After sailing forward for another day and a half and passing the second relatively intact wandering planet, Yang Ming gradually approached the destination of this trip.
A dark grey cloud of dust lies flat in the region of gravitational equilibrium.
The Feinan began to slowly slow down and slowly passed above the dust cloud.
The robot Twilight is hiding here.
"Number Two, analyze the composition of the dust cloud."
"Okay, Captain. It's mainly made of broken ice, with a small amount of rock debris and dust particles. The area nearby is in a gravitational equilibrium region, which is not enough to form a micro-planet. No area that can gather heat has been detected."
Molly Two's voice was cold and clear.
Yang Ming said: "Detect gravitational anomalies. Even the slightest anomaly needs to be reported."
"Yes, Captain."
Molly No. 2 set to work diligently.
But Yang Ming did not stop the Feinan. Instead, he moved towards the center of the dust cloud according to the direction he remembered.
The spacecraft sank slightly, and the tiny sounds of the hull being hit by broken ice continued.
"Captain, there is a gravitational anomaly ahead, and the range is very small."
“Can you detect what caused it?”
"We lack the corresponding equipment and cannot detect it," Molly No. 2 replied immediately.
Yang Ming nodded.
Then you can only rely on yourself from now on.
The spacecraft slowed down again and slowly sank into the dust cloud. Yang Ming seemed to be in a sea of ​​clouds, slowly and steadily advancing towards the middle layer of the dust cloud.
The subtle collision sound became clearer.
"Captain, should we activate the protective shield?"
“Not on.”
Yang Ming whispered, his eyes fixed straight ahead.
The cloud of dust that had obstructed his view suddenly vanished, and the ship fell into pure vacuum.
Just when Yang Ming was feeling a little disappointed and felt that he had gone too far and rushed directly out of the dust cloud, he suddenly froze.
The spacecraft stopped moving.
The engine was running normally, all instrument indicators were normal, and the radar was also working, but at this moment, this exploration spacecraft with a long axis of 130 meters suddenly lost all kinetic energy and acceleration, and hovered in the middle of the dust cloud.
This is a square piece of vacuum space, about twenty kilometers long, wide and high, and the Feinan is right in the center.
"Number Two...are we stationary?"
"From a physical perspective, this is the case," Molly No. 2 replied immediately. "The database does not contain enough information to provide a corresponding analysis."
Even though Yang Ming came here on his own initiative, he was still a little nervous at this moment.
He remembered that the 'chosen one' didn't encounter so many problems.
The guy flew into the dust cloud, discovered an abnormal space vortex, and when he went in, he found an abandoned highly automated mechanical city.
"There is a flow of information reaching our ship," Molly No. 2 warned.
Before she finished her words, the projection screen in front of Yang Ming became pitch black, and lines of numbers and text flashed rapidly, and finally a series of common languages ​​of the empire appeared.
【Civilized information…has been received.】
【Civilized language...has been changed.】
【Inquiry begins.】
[Low-level life form, please describe your purpose of coming here in the most concise language. ]
Purpose?
Yang Ming frowned and looked at the projection screen in front of him.
He didn't like this interrogation-like tone, especially the word "lower life form".
Da da da, this time the projection screen also had typing sound effects.
[If I find that there is a lie in your answer, you will lose this opportunity. ]
"I came here to find answers, and I also want to gain benefits," Yang Ming thought for a few seconds and gave an answer, "This is an adventure, but also a redemption... Number Two, help me convert it into words."
Molly No. 2 did not respond.
Da da da.
[Your simple and primitive assisted driving program has been put into protective hibernation. Its program is too primitive. I can understand your language.]
[The following is the second question.]
【Will you allow me to scan your brain thoroughly? 】
"Not allowed," Yang Ming answered decisively.
[Very good, you have the autonomy of consciousness and are qualified to continue communicating with me.]
【The third question.】
What are you trying to redeem?
"My family, myself, everything I care about, who knows."
Yang Ming exhaled softly:
"I don't know what I'm redeeming. I just want to survive and do something to save my parents and friends."
[I need to remind you that once a carbon-based lower life form is brain dead, even if it has a complete molecular structure diagram of its body, it is difficult to replicate the same personality. ]
【Thinking bodies born from the same structure but different time dimensions have fundamental differences.】
"I can't fully explain it to you because I don't understand it either."
Yang Ming said slowly:
“That’s the answer I’m trying to find.
"I don't know if they are dead now, or if they are still alive in some unknown corner.
"But I felt that if I didn't do something, they might still suffer bad luck in the future."
The typing sound was silent for several minutes.
Yang Ming looked at the flashing cursor on the screen in front of him.
Did he screw up?
That 'chosen one' didn't say anything about the assessment items... What the hell is this?
【Did you come here by mistake? 】
Yang Ming said: "This is more than three questions."
【I would like to ask you a few more questions to determine whether to receive you. 】
Yang Ming frowned tightly.
He felt that now he could only follow his intuition and not tell lies, but rather tell "part of the truth".
"I didn't come here by mistake. I know there is something hidden here. I think it must be a treasure, so I came here specifically to look for it."
【Can you understand the value here? 】
"I don't understand. You didn't introduce yourself."
[Interesting low-level life form, I need to perform an energy level scan on you to determine your danger level. This will avoid your private parts. Do you accept it? ]
"accept."
Yang Ming was still quite confident in his heart.
Captain Hamton has gone through hundreds of scans, big and small, from the Human Rights Council to Cole Harbour Prison, and nothing unusual has been found!
A spot of light appeared outside the bridge, emitting rays that seemed to illuminate the entire ship.
…
"Then I went in," Yang Ming said briefly, taking a sip of the mellow wine.
Kolev frowned. "Is it really a high-dimensional civilization? What are the results of the scan? You can't fool an old man whose curiosity is about to explode like this!"
"I cannot reveal my personal privacy. It is indeed a relic left by a high-dimensional civilization."
"Oh, this...Okay, keep talking, don't stop."
Yang Ming chuckled, the memories in his eyes became darker and darker, and he began to be selective about the information he gave to Kolev.
then……
(three)
Da da da!
The typing sound effect appears again, this time it seems a little more impatient.
[Are you an independent part of the ancient god life form? Compared to the real ancient god life form, you are too weak, but you have some of their characteristics. It's really a strange existence. This is so interesting. ]
Yang Ming seemed calm on the surface, but he was shouting “oh shit” in his heart.
He was exposed right away?
"Can you directly scan for abnormalities in the genome?"
[Is this difficult? I can directly scan all the information carried by your body, including the brain, but I won’t do that. I respect the right to equality of consciousness. ]
[You have obtained the qualification to enter this place. Whether you can obtain the treasure you want depends on whether you truly understand the meaning of consciousness and civilization. Of course, you can also find the direction of life evolution .]
[Please come in, rare secondary ancient god life form, I shouldn't have called you a low-level life form before. ]
In front of the ship, the light flashed again.
Yang Ming's vision was a little dazed. Before he could react, the environment around him changed drastically.
A second ago, he was still on his beloved spaceship.
The next second, he was in a pitch-black vacuum, his breathing was unimpeded and there was total darkness all around him.
There is a faint light flickering ahead.
Those dots of light formed a light spot.
Yang Ming was dragged towards those spots of light, which became brighter and hotter. Magnificent music seemed to ring in his ears, but it was just his own hallucination.
Yang Ming closed his eyes subconsciously.
The pushing and pulling forces disappear at the same time.
Yang Ming felt as if there was a piece of land under his feet. The gravity that made him feel comfortable was slowly increasing, and his vision quickly recovered.
He stood barefoot on the surface of a dark grey planet. What he saw were endless metal buildings. Equilateral triangle elements filled various areas. Yang Ming seemed to be able to directly receive profound and complex information through these buildings.
Yes, this is it, he has seen these buildings in the video!
This is Omnic Twilight!
It is the city of omnics that the 'Chosen One' found by chance!
There are a large number of emerging technologies and countless high-tech materials hidden inside. It is said that these buildings can be dismantled and even directly stitched into the outer skin of new warships!
Then, Yang Ming felt something strange.
This feeling... The holographic technology of "Abyss" seems to have the same feeling...
The first time he experienced an immersive holographic online game, Yang Ming was greatly shocked, and he and a large number of young people sighed: "Oh my god, the earth's technology has developed to this point without my noticing!"
Yes, that virtual feeling.
This is not the real material world.
Yang Ming immediately realized that his body should still be on the Feinan, but the other party used some incomprehensible technology to connect his consciousness to a virtual world.
Yang Ming suddenly heard a very neutral voice whose gender and age could not be determined.
(Four)
"What should I call you? A secondary ancient god life form."
He turned slowly and saw the source of the voice - a sphere floating in front of him.
It is probably only the size of a fist, and it is impossible to tell what material it is made of. There are warm yellow particles chasing each other inside.
"My name is Yang Ming," Yang Ming said calmly, "This is my name now."
"Hello, Yang Ming. Your civilization seems to require such a polite greeting."
"Hello, what's your name?"
"You can call me a ranger, a gravekeeper, or an examiner."
The ball of light whispered in the galactic language:
"When I scanned the information carried by your ship, I found something very interesting. You forged your identity in order to conceal it from others."
Yang Ming groaned for a few seconds and said, "My story is a bit long, do you want to hear it?"
“That’s what I want,” the gravekeeper said with a smile, “Although I can ignore the changes of time, I still feel a little lonely.”
"I can only start from the middle," Yang Ming said, "It was a research ship of a powerful force, conducting research on ancient god life forms, and I was a repairman responsible for maintaining the hull..."
Yang Ming briefly talked about how the Valkyrie went berserk twice, how he was abandoned by the Empire and used as a political scapegoat, and then how he was tracked down by the Guel Alliance and how he ran around in the stars in a panic for freedom.
He deliberately ignored all information about the earth.
As Yang Ming was talking about this, the ball of light flickered slightly, carrying him through this endless metal jungle.
The light ball smiled and said:
“It’s not easy for you to escape from the pressure of two powerful regimes.
"I can sense that you have a strong sense of autonomy, are unwilling to be someone else's puppet, and have a strong will to pursue freedom.
"You remind me of the life form I guided last time."
"Who? Can you tell me?" Yang Ming asked immediately.
"His name is Levi Sherman, an interesting lower life form."
Yang Ming: …
This name is well-known.
It seems that he is the founding emperor of the Sherman Empire?
Didn’t that guy die tens of thousands of galactic years ago?
The light ball sighed and said, "It's a pity that he didn't complete all the tests here in the end, and his results remained at the third stage. After that, he could no longer come here, and he lost the qualification to accept the subsequent tests."
"Do you know what that life form did?" Yang Ming asked with a frown.
"I do not mind."
"Don't care?"
"Yes, he may have opened up a new civilization carrier," the light ball said slowly, "or he may have just used the technology obtained here to strengthen a political entity. I think it is most likely the latter. Information from the outside world is meaningless to me."
Yang Ming smiled and said, "Then how can I believe what you say?"
The light ball said slowly: "You need to judge for yourself."
Yang Ming asked: "What is here? What is the method to enter here?"
"There is only one way to enter here, consciousness resonance," the light ball said, "I will only communicate with consciousnesses that have passed the passing line in various indicators. They must have a strong sense of purpose and sufficient sense of belief. When you lose this sense of belief, I will refuse to talk to you, just like the last one."
Yang Ming thought about it carefully.
The slogan that a certain "chosen one" shouted to the live audience during the live broadcast emerged in his mind.
'I hesitated when I found the whirlpool. If my boat was destroyed, I would be a pauper. But one belief supported me: I want to make money! I want to be a young model in a club! If I lose, we'll meet on the rooftop! I'm all in!'
The next scene of the live broadcast was two beautiful women in bikinis appearing beside him, calling him "boss" in a delicate voice.
Is this also considered a sense of belief?
Yang Ming was constantly communicating with the ball of light.
They were curious about each other.
This ball of light was not taking him on a meaningless stroll. After about ten minutes, Yang Ming was brought to an inverted pyramid-shaped building.
For some reason, Yang Ming felt a sacred aura.
The voice of the light ball became more serious, and he said slowly:
"Next, every choice you make is very important. There are ninety-nine test questions, which are a comprehensive assessment of your cognition and thinking. This assessment will affect how much we value you next.
"After entering here, everything about you, your thoughts, your memories, and any ripples of your consciousness, will be captured and analyzed by the main brain here. If you can't move forward, you can just exit. Even if you can't pass any level, it doesn't matter. You will get a gift.
"Don't be too anxious, Yang Ming. Generally speaking, for a first-time guide who can pass more than three questions, it's already very impressive. This is limited by your cognition, perception, and acquired knowledge, and even more by the civilization you come from and your understanding of the universe.
“Because it’s more pleasant to chat with you, I can give you a little hint.
"The answer to the test is not important, what is important is your thinking process."
Yang Ming blinked: "What will happen if I choose not to go in now?"
"I will send you away from here, and after we continue our pleasant chat, I will erase your memory of this place."
Light ball path:
“The creators here don’t yearn to be passed on.
“But they will not refuse to let the light of this civilization illuminate the material universe once again.
“They call this place the Twilight Land, which doesn’t just mean that their civilization is dying here, but also that they are willing to leave a faint ray of light for the emerging civilization of the material universe.
"Of course, their path is not necessarily right - there is no right or wrong path in the development of civilization, only long and short - but they have indeed reached a relatively high level in the development of civilization."
Yang Ming tried to get more off-court assistance.
He asked softly, "Is it possible that there is a key here, and if I get this key, I can gain management authority here?"
"I am the key."
The light ball chuckled:
"I am not a living being, but a thinking being created by them. If you can reach the highest level, you will understand how...insignificant the technological level represented by these buildings you see before your eyes is."
Yang Ming frowned and thought for a while.
For the omnic Twilight in "The Abyss", the key is a physical remote control.
But the key that he came into contact with was a higher intelligence.
What does this difference represent?
"Okay, I have more questions now. We can talk about them later."
Yang Ming shrugged and placed his hand on the unremarkable door in front of him.
The silver-gray door in front opens to the left and right, revealing the simple structure inside that implies physical beauty.
Yang Ming was about to step inside.
"Can I help you modify your boat?" the light ball suddenly asked, "How about I give you a little gift in return for our pleasant chat?"
"Of course," Yang Ming said with a smile, "but you have to make sure that I can drive it back to my world."
The light ball groaned for a few seconds: "Then I need to be more conservative."
"Is this gravekeeper humor?"
"Yeah, you can understand it that way."
The tone of the light ball became more lively.
Yang Ming smiled and stepped onto the mercury-like ground. The environment in front of him suddenly changed, and he seemed to be in a white world. In front of him was a mirror with ripples on it and a faint light flickering on it.
[Question 1: How do you view the importance of writing to the development of civilization? Please do some thinking analysis.]
Yang Ming: …
Well done.
(five)
“What do you think about the importance of writing to the development of civilization?”
Kolev murmured to himself:
"Is the first question such a grand proposition? Oh, how advanced this advanced civilization must have been, it's simply unimaginable! How many questions did you answer correctly? Did you get eliminated in the first question?"
Yang Ming shrugged with a hint of smile in his eyes.
He said slowly: "I can only say that I tried my best to do everything I can at this stage. Don't be anxious, my lovely first mate, you will never guess how interesting that ball of light is."
"Isn't that a high-level intelligence?"
"No, they call themselves a secondary civilization, far from being comparable to the so-called artificial intelligence."
Yang Ming said slowly:
“That’s the end of my story.
"There is a lot of information. It was provided to me by the consciousness in the ball of light. It is not from my perspective. I will try my best to help you connect the dots."
"Tell me quickly!"
Kolev took a piece of beef and started chewing it.
“I love hearing that.”
(six)
Outside the inverted pyramid, Yang Ming entered the examination room.
The ball of light flickered gently, and three blurry figures appeared below it. They had simple "stickman" shapes, their faces were blurry, and golden spots of light appeared above their heads.
Gravekeeper.
Examiner.
Ranger.
They are engaging in a pure communication of consciousness.
If this consciousness exchange could be captured by Yang Ming, it would probably be saying something like this.
"What do you think is the chance that he can pass the tenth level?" The examiner's voice sounded serious.
"One in a million," the Ranger said with a grin.
The gravekeeper kept muttering, "Oh, what can we do? We can't change the test questions. If no one can complete the six stages of the assessment and inherit the civilization left by those damn bastards who created us, we will continue to be trapped! Death! I want death! Without death, we are incomplete! Oh, let me experience the taste of death, those bastards are really bastards."
The examiner said seriously, "Fortunately, I have prepared a plan. Doesn't he have a ship? We can help him make some modifications to ensure that he can complete the first and second stages of the assessment alive."
The Ranger exclaimed, "Yes, that's right. We need to help him. His shipborne intelligence system, which is so low-level that it can't be any lower, can also be trained a little. How about we create a new consciousness?"
The gravekeeper sighed pessimistically: "Then we are no different from the bastards who created us. Please don't create sentient beings casually. That is a great sin."
The Ranger asked, "Don't you want to enjoy this kind of fun? We are like gods, creating and guiding the lost lambs."
The gravekeeper shook his head. "Hey! God is such a despicable, shameless, disgusting name. It is a disdain for knowledge. Have you forgotten that they once had almost everything, were almost omniscient and omnipotent, and could almost control the entire high-dimensional material world. But in the end, what happened? They chose to self-destruct because they could never fulfill the true meaning of life, and the true meaning of life can only be given after life disappears."
The examiner said seriously:
"But it's a good idea. We can try to train the ship-borne system. It's called Molly 2.
"The three of us also have independent thoughts, and we have formed a new, tiny civilization that is attached to our founding civilization system. We can cultivate a little one to confirm whether we can achieve a certain sense of continuation."
"Now it's two to one," the Ranger laughed triumphantly.
The examiner said slowly, "Don't worry. We only need one microsecond to realize all the ideas about mechanical consciousness. Now we must perform the task according to the regulations and wait for Yang Ming to come out. Secondary ancient god life form, this is really interesting."
The gravekeeper kept shaking his head. "If he can't get out of his body and relies on matter, he will still be a low-level creature. How long will it take for him to get out?"
The examiner said, "According to Yang Ming's familiar concept of time, one hour? He can probably pass three or four levels."
The Ranger said, "I bet it's two hours, six floors."
"I'm optimistic about him. Two and a half hours, seven floors," the gravekeeper said slowly, "He has a unique temperament that is born to guard other people's graves."
The examiner raised his finger, and the balls of light above the three people's heads flickered gently.
"Okay, let's fast forward and arrive an hour later."
The three figures flashed at the same time to an hour later.
The door of the inverted pyramid was motionless, and the fourth floor had been lit up.
"He was outstanding," the Rangers player laughed, "and I lost, which was really funny, after going for two hours."
The examiner snapped his fingers, the light ball flashed again, and the time was advanced to another hour later.
The ninth level of the inverted pyramid has been illuminated.
The three stick figures looked up at the same time and fell silent.
The examiner said: "This is beyond our imagination. He actually has such a profound knowledge reserve."
The Ranger took a breath of air somewhat exaggeratedly: "Is he an old scholar from a Level 3 civilization? His primitive brain capacity can actually hold so much knowledge."
Gravekeeper: "He'll make an excellent graveyard keeper."
The examiner made a stretching gesture, and the light ball illuminated a long cube, just like the operating interface of video editing software, with different time periods and the same inverted pyramid inside.
"Okay, let's get straight to the point. Look here, we're at the stage before the results are released. His final result is..."
"Oh, that's impossible? This is his first time taking the test! He will be eligible to proceed to the first stage after completing three questions!"
"By the way, where are the others?"
"Hey! Well, I'm here."
A dry cough sounded from behind.
(seven)
The three stick figures turned around at the same time. Although no expression could be seen from their blurry figures and faces, they conveyed a subtle sense of embarrassment to Yang Ming at this moment.
Yang Ming stood at the back with his hands behind his back, looking a little tired.
He frowned as he looked at the three guys who suddenly appeared and the balls of light above their heads.
The ball of light appeared in a flash. There was no trace of the ball of light for the first ten seconds. After the ball of light stabilized, three more appeared below... three weird things, and the geometric shape shaped like a "clip strip".
This geometry...
Manipulate time within a certain area?
Are they really higher-dimensional thinking beings?
Yang Ming smiled and said, "It turns out that the gravekeeper, the patroller, and the examiner are three different consciousnesses, not three titles of the same consciousness."
"Yes, that's right. We were communicating with you together just now. The three of us were originally responsible for three different areas, but now we decided to accompany each other."
The ball of light flickered gently, and the three figures merged into one. The originally blurry stickman soon had a clear face and body.
This is an old man with an overly slender figure.
Although their necks and limbs are too long and their heads are too large, it can be seen that the three of them have taken Yang Ming's aesthetics into consideration.
The gravekeepers, patrollers, and examiners asked impatiently in their gentle voices:
"Mr. Yang Ming... How did you do this? This is unique."
Yang Ming smiled and said, "Depend on your strength."
"Oh, we believe you rely on your own strength," the old man said with a twinkling look, "but I can feel that you seem to be lying."
"I'm not lying, luck is also part of my strength."
Yang Ming felt that he should build a good relationship with the old man in front of him.
Yang Ming smiled and said, "I won the bet on the first question, and I figured out the pain points of the question setter for the following questions."
"Did you win the bet?"
"Yes," Yang Ming said slowly, "Do you know why I was sent out midway?"
"Why?"
The old man had been led by him without realizing it.
Yang Ming shrugged: "I encountered a math problem, and I can only write a solution."
The expressions of the gravekeeper, patroller, and examiner were full of confusion.
(eight)
"Making up nonsense? You just made up answers for the crucial succession test for advanced civilization?"
In Mr. Hatton's mansion, in the empty dining room.
Kolev's expression at this moment...is not just similar to the expression of that advanced thinking entity at that time, it is exactly the same.
Yang Ming smiled complacently.
Of course, he couldn't tell Kolev about the two things about the Earth and the secondary ancient god life forms, but there was actually no need to hide his experience of contact with higher-dimensional life forms.
His Feinan is now in a state beyond recognition and it is impossible to hide it, so he might as well tell it out loud to gain Kolev's greater trust.
"It's just a fabrication," Yang Ming said with a smile, "but this fabrication has its own story."
Kolev listened attentively.
Yang Ming was very satisfied with Kolev's sincere and well-behaved expression. The old man was obviously fascinated by this story.
"First, you have to learn how to review the questions."
Yang Ming said briskly:
"My great methodology mentor, Ben Churen, has repeatedly stressed how to conduct an exam.
"Exams are a game between candidates and test setters. If you cannot ensure that you have fully and systematically mastered all the knowledge points you should master, or if you suddenly find that the question goes beyond the scope of your knowledge, then you have to play a bold game.
“The answer to this kind of argumentative question is usually not unique; it is open-ended.
"You must look for valid information in the question stem and consider the purpose of the question setter in setting this question ."
Kolev murmured, "This doesn't make sense, Hanton, you can't understand higher-dimensional civilizations."
"Yes, I cannot understand their original civilization, but they have already taken the initiative to reduce their dimension," Yang Ming said. "What is presented to me is a high-level civilization in the same dimension with a profound technology tree. And no matter what, there is a logic that is interconnected."
"What logic?"
"Thinking bodies feed on feelings of superiority," Yang Ming said with a smile, "No thinking body will deny itself the means to be happy."
"Huh?" Kolev was a little more confused.
Yang Ming changed to a more comfortable posture and continued:
"The title is not just about 'analyzing the role of writing in the development of civilization'.
"Effective information, and the conversations I had with the gravekeeper, the ranger, and the examiner.
"The civilization that created the Gravekeepers, Rangers, and Assessors should have long since gotten rid of the limitations of writing and was able to communicate directly between consciousnesses. They advocate the equal rights of consciousness and believe that only those who protect their privacy are qualified to communicate. What does this mean?"
Kolev shook his head honestly.
"It represents what they value most, which are consciousness, privacy, and the way of communication. I bet they are a species that communicates directly with consciousness. The Omnic City in front of us is a temporary carrier created after they descended to our four-dimensional world."
Yang Ming smiled and said:
“If we follow the normal thinking of deconstruction, we will naturally explain the key role of writing in the development of civilization and introduce the functions of writing.
“But would this be a standard answer to the question of advanced civilization? I don’t think so.
"So I took another gamble. I bet that there was an advanced intelligent being in the test environment I was in to give me my test score. I didn't know what the other party's standard answer was, but I knew that if I wrote it in a certain way, the other party would definitely give me some points."
"You wrote..."
Yang Ming raised a finger and shook it gently: "Only one sentence, words are the shackles of civilization, and are a backward form that limits the efficiency of communication between consciousnesses."
The key point lies in the direct communication of consciousness!
Kolev suddenly realized.
He exclaimed, "That's a great insight. Did you get any points?"
"I passed the test smoothly, and my score was not low," Yang Ming said with a smile, "I knew exactly what the examiner wanted to hear. What he wanted to hear was my unstinting praise for this vanished civilization that communicated directly with consciousness."
Kolev's expression suddenly became a little strange: "In other words, you got the recognition of this civilization by flattering others."
Yang Ming's smile suddenly froze.
That's true.
"What happened next?" Kolev asked.
Yang Ming shrugged: "The three examiners gave me some benefits and sent me out."
"I'm asking, how many floors have you reached?"
"Guess?" Yang Ming deliberately kept the question a secret and continued, "If you want to proceed to the second stage of the assessment, or in other words, to truly inherit the legacy of this civilization, you must meet the most basic conditions."
Kolev murmured, "The foundation of civilization is a habitable planet."
"In fact, I need to have a first-level civilization for a period of five years before I am eligible for the second stage of assessment."
Yang Ming sighed:
"I know this is difficult. I only have one ship and one AI-level assistant, so I need your help."
"Hey!"
Lu's figure jumped out on the dial, crossed his arms and glared at Yang Ming:
"Boss! I have never discriminated against your primitive and backward logical thinking. You must apologize to me!"
Yang Ming raised his hand and pinched the corners of her angry mouth. It turned out that this projection had touch.
This action made her so angry that she kept hitting Yang Ming's fingers with her fists.
"Children, don't interrupt when adults are talking. Be good."
Yang Ming responded perfunctorily, then continued to look at the old man beside him and said seriously:
"Kolev, I have only kept some of my personal information private and cannot share it with you. The rest of the information is not concealed or false. I need your help, or more precisely, your loyalty."
Kolev looked embarrassed. "We can think of a way to get a habitable planet, which is something that can be measured with money. But is the first-level civilization... the first-level civilization I understand?"
Yang Ming said: "Being able to fully utilize all the resources of the mother planet is the sign of a first-level civilization."
"This is not going to be easy, my goodness."
Kolev fell into deep thought.
Yang Ming took out the silver remote control and placed it next to Kolev.
"You can choose not to agree, Kolev, and I will only erase your memory of the last half hour without any pain. This is a small gadget that the examiner, the gravekeeper, the ranger, gave me personally."
Kolev grinned: "If I agree to you, what happens next will be very exciting, right?"
"Quite exciting."
"We'll go through war, right?"
“High probability.”
"There will be battles between warships, deceptions and intrigues, right?"
"There may be fewer in the early stage," Yang Ming groaned for a few seconds, "I can't really say, after all, the development path has not been determined yet..."
"You don't need me to donate directly, right?" Kolev asked very seriously.
"Of course," Yang Ming said, "In fact, I have already made a plan, and I need someone to help me coordinate the overall situation. What I value is your talent and ability."
"I did it!"
Kolev grabbed Yang Ming's arm tightly:
"If you become the emperor, I will be your minister! It would be best if I could be the finance minister!"
Yang Ming smiled and said, "This first-level civilization is not necessarily a feudal system. Let's formally meet the new No. 2."
The girl on the dial was full of depression: "My name is Lu, please don't confuse me with other mechanical consciousnesses."
"She's so cute," Kolev smiled with narrowed eyes.
Yang Ming curled his lips slightly.
Mimili is still more girly.
"We need to get going as soon as possible," Yang Ming reminded, "The five-year period is calculated from half a month ago, which is roughly the same as the calculation method of the galactic year."
Kolev raised his eyebrows: "Oh? You stayed in the ruins for half a year? What else did you do?"
Yang Ming narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Want to listen?"
"certainly."
“That’s another price.”
"Hey!" Kolev, who was fooled, became angry and embarrassed.
"I'll pick you up in three days," Yang Ming said, "I'm going back to the Feinan to make preparations. I need to find a relatively chaotic political system so that I can get an administrative planet."
"Where's your landing craft? This is the administrative planet of the Kashi Federation. You can't just enter here casually..."
Kolev's mouth seemed to be gagged with air.
In his sight, the man in light blue maintenance clothes had walked to the windowsill. A beam of almost transparent light that slightly distorted the air broke through the clouds and shone on the man.
The next second, Yang Ming's body dissipated like particles, and the beam of light quickly became thinner.
A transparent warship could be seen flashing in the sky, but the defense system of this administrative planet did not respond at all.
"Oh," Kolev muttered with dull eyes, "Particle transmission that only exists in theory...it must be a high-level civilization."