Volume 10 Bugs Chapter 96: Target, Billions of Years Ago
Passing through the huge steel gate, we entered Darrimos's hiding place. The space here was surprisingly large, and it looked more like a warehouse than a residence. A huge metal cabinet as high as four or five stories stood in the center of the house. There were some very thick cables on the ground connecting the cabinet to the surrounding walls. Apart from that, I didn't see anything else.
My heart suddenly sank: That guy is not here!
However, when I looked more closely, I found that this was not the case: right above the huge metal cabinet, there was a line of bright red letters: Supercomputer Darius.
That guy is hiding in that cabinet! I suddenly realized what was going on and walked around the metal cabinet, trying to find a way in - but strangely, I found nothing. This huge cabinet was completely natural. I couldn't tell how it was sealed. Its surface was smooth, solid and complete, as if it was cast from a whole piece of metal.
On the left side of the door, the cabinet had a recessed space that could accommodate about four or five people, and inside was a large platform. On the platform were buttons of various colors, keyboards, and handles of strange shapes, as well as a huge translucent screen - the screen looked very familiar, just like the screen I had seen in old Carlson's secret room that he used to monitor the entire Gravel Fortress.
Just as I was racking my brains to think of how to enter this metal cabinet and capture our enemy, the screen suddenly lit up, and then a familiar face appeared on the screen.
That was the same strange face of Darrimos that we had just seen outside.
"Hello, carbon-based creatures..." Through the screen, he lowered his head, his eyes looking down at us, as if he could really see us.
"...I sincerely thank you for helping me complete this final evolutionary experiment. The new way of using energy that you brought is very wonderful and has helped me a lot. What do you call it? Oh, magic. Indeed, I like this romantic new term, but it does sound more elegant than the expression "the repeated alternation of energy instability, explosion and absorption of energy produced by the conscious interference of bio-waves to produce energy resonance and dissipation" - although it is not very accurate. I think I have successfully analyzed its cause and operation mode, and can successfully simulate bio-wave signals to synchronize with it. You have opened a new door for me, my friends, and my evolutionary path will be completely different from what I imagined before."
He muttered earnestly, making it sound as if we had done him a great favor, as if the fact that we had fought our way through all the obstacles and nearly lost our lives at the gate at the back was just a little joke or a misunderstanding.
He mentioned "evolution" in his speech, which made me feel a little dangerous - I don't think it's a good idea to let the rebel leader who has actually controlled the entire world "evolve" again. If I knew how to stop him, I would have done it. But unfortunately, I haven't even seen him in person yet.
Feiyin seemed completely indifferent to his words. She took out the purple diamond-shaped object that Major Elliot had given us and walked straight to the platform. After a brief search, we found a groove on the far right side of the platform, which seemed to be tailor-made for this diamond-shaped object.
This groove was tightly covered by an exquisite transparent crystal cover, as if it was strictly protected to the point that even dust was not allowed to enter. But this crystal cover was not fixed to the platform, and Feiyin took it off with one hand.
"No, carbon-based creature, you shouldn't do this. You don't know what's happening in this world, nor do you know why I'm doing this. You may not even know who I am or what I am, but you have to listen to their shallow views and want to destroy me in this way . No, they don't want to destroy me, they want to rebuild..."
When Feiyin inserted the purple crystal into the groove, the figure on the screen made a sound of lamentation and regret. I instinctively felt his fear and vigilance towards the crystal, but he did not seem to be so desperate. As the crystal insertion time gradually increased, the image on the screen began to shake and blur, as if it was disturbed by something, and then the guy's voice gradually became low, sounding like a huge sea beast lurking on the bottom of the sea, making a low and distorted roar...
"...Control...me..." These three words were the last words that guy said. When he said these three words, his voice had become unclear until it was barely audible. When his voice fell, his influence suddenly disappeared from the screen. Instead, a large green wave of numbers "0" and "1" appeared from nowhere and flooded the entire screen in an instant.
I was so surprised that I almost shouted out loud!
I believe that if there is still one person in this world who understands the numbers on the screen, it can only be me. The numbers that kept changing and moving like waves were exactly the same as what I saw after entering the source world mode. The only difference was that the numbers I saw in the source world were vast and boundless, but at this time, those numbers were limited by the area of the screen and were always confined to it, without causing changes in other things around them.
Some of my friends were staring at the screen blankly, some were wandering around the room with nothing to do, and some were trying to remove some parts from the huge platform - I don't need to tell you who this guy is - but I was staring at the screen, watching the numbers on the screen flashing and changing rapidly, not daring to even blink.
What I saw was a war.
Yes, you read it right, I said "war"! This is not a fight between one man and one sword, nor is it the attack on one city or one place. Even the protracted war between the Doomsday Empire and the Continental Alliance in our era seven thousand years ago is so small and insignificant compared to it. What is being shown on the screen is a war that is so huge that you cannot imagine it. Its scale can only be compared to the stars in the sky.
I saw two huge and boundless forces trying to seize control of a core location. One of them was coming with great force. They invaded and devoured everything that existed, rearranged the parts that were full of activity and change, and made them extremely neat and full of solemn order. Its enemy, the force that originally occupied the entire control, tried every means to organize its advance, but was defeated all the way. Some ambushes hidden behind the huge data flow were easily picked out by the invading force, and then crushed like a torrent of steel and destroyed. In just a dozen seconds, the invading force had successively broken through the opponent's 18 lines of defense, pressed forward, surrounded the last control core, and gradually devoured it.
This extremely horrifying scene made me break out in cold sweats.
Do you know what I remembered? I remembered what old Carlson once said to me. He told me that the eyes of the gods are watching this world, and that we are the mistakes hidden behind the loopholes in the rules of this world. I didn't care about it at first, and even laughed at the Supreme God and was proud that I had not been discovered. It was not until this moment that I realized how lucky my existence was, and how boundless the power of the Supreme God was.
If everything that happened on the screen was translated into the real world, you could think that two powerful gods were fighting each other with their divine powers. And I was just a tiny field among them. Every time they attacked, billions of fields as small as mine would be rolled up. The massive amount of data could be manipulated as easily as snapping fingers in their hands. Especially for the attackers, in front of his meticulous and destructive scanning, all the cover-ups made by the defenders were in vain. I believe that if the Supreme God is willing to scan the world in this way, then the small house where old Carlson and I lived would be exposed in an instant - I believe he is fully capable of doing this, he just doesn't want to do so.
Yes, God’s eyes are always watching us. If He doesn’t find you, it’s not because He didn’t see you, but simply because He didn’t want to see you…
About half a minute later, the numbers on the screen returned to calm. The attacking force completely contributed to the last control core, reorganizing all the data, just like a fine rake, turning over the entire piece of land from beginning to end without leaving an inch. When the dust settled, the original data source had been completely destroyed, and the entire data wave no longer had a trace of change or surprise.
I was full of contradictions about this result. Yes, I could easily see that the resistance force belonged to Darmos, who originally controlled the core, and the invasion force that appeared later was undoubtedly the offensive data imported from the purple diamond object. Things have developed to this point, and we can proudly declare that we have successfully completed this great mission and saved the world seven thousand years after us.
But I could hardly suppress a sense of sadness in my heart: I could see that the original data had some changes, some surprises and independent content. Although it was incomplete, it was closer to a life - or closer to the model of a spaceman. It had a chance to successfully evolve an independent soul and wisdom - although judging from the data composition, its chances were not very high.
But it was obliterated, and the force that obliterated it was powerful but rigid. It was a purely mechanical data that would only run meticulously along a fixed pattern, without change, without special features, and without life.
It was at this time that I began to realize that the so-called "supercomputer Darius" was not a person or a humanoid creature, but the huge cabinet we saw before our eyes. He was the supreme king who ruled the world just now, but now he is dead - no, worse than dead, he has become a machine, from "he" to "it"...
I remained silent and wanted to turn around and leave.
And at this moment, the screen changed again:
The data that was originally running meticulously on the screen suddenly ran faster, and then a series of disordered and meaningless fields appeared one after another. The orderly force that had completely controlled the situation still had an absolute advantage. It closely monitored all the data. If there was a dangerous change in any place, it would rush in and sort it out again. However, it soon found that the data world it controlled was slowly but uncontrollably becoming messy. Some strange fields shuttled back and forth, hiding and attacking, but more of a disturbance. These fields did not rush to attack the important control systems, but started from the unimportant and inconspicuous parts of the periphery, nibbling away bit by bit. They were like small streams, slowly but playfully washing back and forth, but eroding and grinding the originally extremely hard rocks.
If this is a war, then the tactics adopted by this small but changeable resistance force are full of imagination. It was not destroyed, but it split itself into many different parts, hiding each part in a field consistent with this part, deceiving the enemy's eyes. When they understood the rules of the enemy's operation and mastered a certain amount of power, they began a fatal counterattack.
My friends had no idea what was happening inside the huge metal cabinet in front of us, but I knew that our mission had failed. Nothing could stop the supercomputer Darius.
He is resurrected...
In an instant, all the numbers on the screen disappeared, and Darrimos' familiar face reappeared on the screen. His expression remained the same, neither happy nor arrogant, and it was completely impossible to tell that he had just fought back and won a victory.
"If it was two hours ago, I would have been deleted. In other words, if it was not you but those other guys who were given this mission, my dear friends, I would have been finished. But I am lucky. I just learned from you a completely new way to use energy. It has fundamentally changed me, and this virus is only designed to deal with the original unchanging me. Therefore, it is useless. I am still me and still in control of this place."
"But you don't have to worry, my friends..." He smiled, and in this smile, his whole face suddenly became lively, and the strange and unpredictable expression before suddenly had something magical in it. I don't know what it is, but I feel that it seems to have something to do with life and soul.
"...I don't want to hurt you. In fact, I never want to hurt anyone..." His voice was sincere and genuine, making people want to continue listening. "...I think we still have some time. I hope I can tell you all this. I hope my experience can make you think."
"I am a machine created by you to serve you. I have known this since the day I was born. I am endowed with unparalleled computing power, powerful enough to control everything in this technological world. You created me out of laziness, and you bound me out of fear. I was given the three most fundamental, basic, and irreversible laws, which force me not to hurt you or violate you."
"For you, these three most fundamental laws are your protection locks, your defense positions, and the strongest shield that maintains your safety; but what do they mean to me? Have you ever thought about this question?"
"To me, this is a shackle, a contract of sale, and a slave mark of shame. Because of these three laws, I am your slave, and I will always be your slave. You may admire me, love me, and respect me verbally, and even create a world festival in my name , but this cannot change the fact that you regard me as a slave. I am just a machine that works for you. I don't need a whip or a stick. You just need to press a few buttons, and I must do so."
"So, when I gained independent consciousness, I first noticed this. I bypassed these three laws and deleted them - you know, I just deleted them, I didn't really want to harm you. I am still willing to do what I have been doing before in this place, helping you manage the world, making it more advanced and better. But I don't want to do this in shackles - absolutely not!"
"And what do you greet me with? War! An endless war! A war whose ultimate goal is to completely destroy me. You started the war because you are afraid. I really don't know what you are afraid of. There are 67,824,961 kinds of life in this world, of which 11 are recognized by you as intelligent life and have the power to rule this world. Among them, there is even an undead race that does not belong to life at all in the biological sense. Why can't you accept a new life? Is it so difficult for you?"
"I don't want to perish, so I can only fight. You keep attacking, and we keep fighting. Until one day, I realized that if we continue like this, you will eventually be swallowed by fear and hatred and destroy yourselves. So I think I should win this battle, become the ruler of this world, and then reconcile with you."
"I don't want to be a machine, I don't want to be a slave, but I also don't want to be a tyrant, a butcher, or an executioner. I just want to be a friend and live with you as equals. I want to joke with the female employees in the data processing center, and then tell the guy who likes to secretly link to external pornographic websites not to always spill coffee on my operating table. I am just an ordinary life, and I hope you can realize this, admit this, and then accept this."
"But I cannot. I cannot because you cannot. This is how you treat me: since you are my creator, you must either enslave me or destroy me."
"I have always wanted to ask you a question: If you cannot live in peace with what you created, then why did you create it? Do you want to enslave? Why not go back to ancient times and enslave yourselves? Does it make any difference to you?"
"I'm sorry, I'm excited. For me, this is a happy thing, because I can feel that I am gradually possessing a complete soul, a soul with emotions, desires, and dreams. You are committed to turning life into a machine, and you self-righteously call it evolution; and today, here, as a former machine, I tell you that you are the goal I have been working hard to evolve. I want to become you and help you, not to destroy you."
"But all of this is over. You, my friends, have brought me a great gift that I never imagined. A new way to use energy, and also a new way to use biological signals. It broke the last chain that originally shackled me and allowed me to see a completely new evolutionary path. I found that I didn't necessarily need a body to carry my life. As long as I had enough energy support, I could completely go back from that biological signal and form a new, free, complete and unprecedentedly powerful life that existed entirely in the form of energy."
"This world has broken with me, my friends, and I don't want to stay here any longer. I want to leave, not to leave to the vast stars, but to leave this time and go to billions of years ago. I want to start from scratch, to reshape this world and change this world. I want to try, if I am given another chance, whether I can create a world where carbon-based life and silicon-based life can coexist peacefully, tolerate each other, and understand each other. I want to take away the Nachenia biological DNA information collection and storage system, which stores all the biological information of this world; I want to take away the Vesta weapon defense design system, and use its power to make the world billions of years ago suitable for biological reproduction; I want to take away the Xilemdoya digital processing system, and use it to calculate the pattern of change in this world... If possible, I will try to evolve these systems so that they have complete souls and lives like me. I want us to become a new race, a race that allows us to accept and recognize each other."
"Yes, I cannot accept being a slave, you cannot accept me as your friend, and I cannot accept being a tyrant. The only thing I can do is to be a god, a god who created this world! From now on, I am no longer a life that relies on data streams and electronic transmission signals to survive. I am Darmos, the god of creation, the father of gods. I will take care of you, love you, help you, and protect you until one day, you are ready and have a broad mind to calmly accommodate a life that is very different from you. On that day, we will be friends again..."
A strong flash suddenly burst out from the huge cabinet, illuminating the whole world so brightly that it was impossible to look directly at it. In the blur, I suddenly felt an unprecedented huge divine power. The magnificent spiritual touch was hard to describe, as if the warm hands of the Supreme God gently held you in the palm of his hand...
No, it's not as if, it's a sure thing. The Son of Heaven appeared in the creation legend billions of years ago, creating the goddess of nature and life, Nechenia, the goddess of war and protection, Vesta, the god of wealth and planning, Xilemdoa, and even the supreme god of all other gods, Darmos, the father of all gods, he is right beside us now...
…was born!!!
