Endless Debt.

After a brief retelling, Bologo briefly explained to Mamo his wonderful adventure in the ruins.

In the somewhat narrow space, the two sat silently facing each other. There was a faint noise outside the door, and Freya's chattering and endless words rang out endlessly.

It was also only when Bologo realized that Freya talked so much. Maybe it was because she had suffocated her in the ruined area all these years, but it was just that the voice was heard too much, and it was really hard to avoid giving people a headache.

But also inexplicably easy.

Burrog slumped on the chair for a while before he slowly regained his energy. If it wasn't for the fact that he still had things to deal with right now, he really wanted to go home and sleep.

Mamo lowered his head slightly and closed his eyes in thought. Bologo didn't disturb him. Bologo knew that Mamo would tell him everything in detail. He just needed a little time to accept the status quo.

In addition to the black and white group photo, Burlogo also rescued several experimental logs and notes, which are extremely precious knowledge.

When he came to the door, Bologo pushed open a crack and observed the outside world.

The number of staff in the outpost has increased a lot, and the increase is all field staff. They were sent to maintain order on the scene. After some persuasion, Freya stayed in the outpost obediently and did not continue towards the reclamation room. deep.

Everything that happened here has been reported to the decision-making room, and the corresponding processing regulations are being born in the high-speed calculations of the crowd. Burlogo thinks that the crowd will come up with the most perfect solution.

"She is a backup deliberately left by Freya, a pure backup without any impurities, just like the most primitive form of a program, without complicated redundancy, anyone can modify it."

Through the gap, Bologo's eyes drifted away from Freya and the others.

"After helping her gain authority, just like the real Freya did, she carried out large-scale self-replication and multiplication, and replaced the extremely degraded Freya with these pure Freya."

Burrog retracted his gaze and closed the door tightly, "Now she is gradually taking over various functions in the ruined area. With the help of the Bureau of Order, it is estimated that after a while, she should be able to reverse the chaos in the ruined area and bring it back to normal. Rational order, and these fallen virtual domains will return to the control of the Bureau of Order."

After a pause, Bologo expressed his concern, "But I don't know, if Kenshi takes over the ruined area, what about Freya? After all, this huge imaginary domain already has a master's consciousness. No need for another guy in the way, that would just affect its computational efficiency."

The gradually heavy topics made the atmosphere in the room slightly frozen and suffocated.

Just escaped from birth, Bologo didn't really want to talk about it, so he asked instead, "What happened in the first place, Mamo? You didn't design me on purpose, did you?"

Mamo slowly opened his eyes. At this time, he was haunted by a very subtle feeling, old and young, strong and fragile.

"At the beginning? At first, it was just curiosity, and then started some research that was not on the table," Mamo said in a low voice, "Virtual domain intelligence... Actually, this research can also be understood in another way."

Burrog guessed what Mamo meant, and he replied.

"Relying on the eternal life of Void Domain."

"Haha."

Mamo laughed hoarsely, knowing that Bologo could guess what he was thinking.

"At that time, I was not considered young anymore. Even though I had experienced strong winds and waves, in the dead of night, when I thought that I would never be able to wake up after falling asleep one night, I would be terrified."

Mamo complained to herself, "I thought I was a strong person. I used to be strong, but the years broke me down and made me fear death."

"At that time, I was thinking, since we can create the miraculous creation of an outstanding person, why can't we create another one?

If we say that the meaning of the existence of the multitude is to rely on countless conscious bodies to become decision makers who are close to the truth in the process of continuous learning and evolution, then what I want to do is to create a utopia.

There we will have eternal life, eternal time, and eternal happiness. "

Bologo commented coldly, "You should understand that consciousness can only be copied, not uploaded."

"I know that I am doomed to die, but my duplicate will live to enjoy all of this," Mamo looked at Borrog, "Immortality is such a luxury, and I think I can accept it just for the price. "

"But you finally... seem to give up?"

Bologo recalled everything he saw in the secret laboratory. When the virtual domain intelligence was still in the theoretical stage, Mamo gave up. It was Freya who continued to advance the research until it succeeded.

"Because I know that this is impossible." Mamo picked up Freya's diary and briefly flipped through it. "The consciousness body and the real human being are not the same thing after all. Human beings will forget, but the consciousness body will not." .

With the accumulation of time, too many thoughts will only become redundant waste, and they will affect the consciousness body like poison... Therefore, everyone needs an absolutely unified thought, and the consciousness body integrated into it is only to provide computing power . "

Mamo continued, "Besides, sometimes I wonder, is living like that really considered living?"

"Aren't you afraid anymore?" asked Burrog.

"I'm still a little scared, but compared to before, I'm undoubtedly much braver," Mamo said, "It can be regarded as a reconciliation with myself."

"As for bothering you, I swear, I don't have any conspiracy," he picked up the group photo, with nostalgic emotions in his eyes, "I'm just a little nostalgic, Bologo."

Thinking of this, Mamo asked curiously, "Do you still have your old friends alive?"

Burrog shook his head, "It's been almost 70 years, not to mention friends who are still alive, even my hometown has disappeared from the map."

"Sounds terrible, you don't even have a place to remember."

"I feel all right," Burlogo said. "Like you, I've reconciled with myself. Not to mention, I still have many friends."

"Huh? Not bad," Mamo admired, looking towards the closed door, listening to the familiar yet unfamiliar voice, "but I really didn't expect that the distortion in the ruins would come from this."

"Under the influence of cognitive distortion, Freya killed her colleagues... Friends, she hated herself for this, and even developed a deformed dedication."

Bologo can understand Freya's state of mind at that time, and Bologo has also had such an experience. People like them will throw away their personal interests and only think about something illusory and close to the truth. and fight.

"This dedication even extended to the conscious body she copied. In the following time, Freya believed that the war was still going on, and the ruins were full of enemies. She must defend this last pure land."

Mamo whispered, "But the war was over long ago, she was trapped in a nightmare, but fortunately she was freed."

When mentioning this part, Mamo herself was also relieved, as if she was grateful for Freya.

"Aren't you going to talk to her?" Burrog asked. "She's probably your friend, the kind you've spent many years with."

Mamo nodded, but shook her head again.

"She is Freya, but she is not. In order to ensure the purity of this backup, Freya has cleared most of the unnecessary memories in her consciousness," Mamo said, "like a newborn baby, There are no opinions, factions, things like that that divide people.”

"In my opinion, she's just an echo of Freya's death."

Mamo stood up, walked slowly to the door, and slowly pushed the door open. Freya's endless chatter pierced through the eardrums.

"Even the echoes are comforting."

Mamo looked at Freya, who was all over the ground, and said quietly, "She disappeared in the ruined area. I thought that even if I merged into the crowd, I would never see her again... I thought that the last time between me and her The first time we meet, it will be this group photo."

After finishing speaking, Mamo laughed selfishly, Freya was everywhere, walking around, a chatterbox is enough to make people annoying, but in the end this group was all around, they surrounded the new field staff, Asking this and that, some field staff have already begun to frown.

This absurd scene made Mamo laugh a little out of breath. He leaned on the threshold and turned his head.Old Mamo looks like this, he looks uglier when he laughs than when he cries.

Mamo said in a broken voice, "I never imagined that I could still see Freya with my own eyes, and there are so many of them!"

He said with a big gesture, "Oh my God, there are too many interns in the sublimation furnace core this year!"

Seeing that Bologo didn't respond, Mamo smiled awkwardly, "Isn't this joke funny?"

"are you joking?"

"I think this is a good time for a little joke, don't you think?"

Both of them fell silent this time. Not long after, some suppressed laughter sounded in Bologo's throat. Mamo was more open than him, and laughed directly. Under his influence, Bologo also Some couldn't bear it anymore, and laughed endlessly with Mamo.

"Yes! Yes! Burrog!"

Mamo gestured, "Wow! So many Freya, so many, did you bring a company back?"

"It's really a lot, densely packed." Burrog also sighed.

Laughing for the most part, Burlogo said, "So I'm her trainee tutor?"

"It should be counted, after all, you brought it back."

"So should I issue an internship document, or..."

Burrog poked his head, trying to count how many Freyas there were, but with another crisp ticking sound, the elevator door opened, and another group of Freyas walked in.

"I think it's better to have one copy, otherwise you will be exhausted when signing the autograph." Mamo also probed the probe and commented.

"Oh, so, they are the interns of the sublimation furnace core?" Burrog asked again, "Can the sublimation furnace core take so much in one go?"

"No problem, as long as the Forge Volcano is recovered, we can expand our enrollment several times." Mamo's eyes lit up when he mentioned the Forge Volcano that he was thinking about.

The fire that never stops day and night is also an old friend of Mamo. As the first director of the sublimation furnace core, Mamo once witnessed it ignite the first ray of fire.

"I think the Bureau of Order will be a lot more noisy in the future," Borrog sighed helplessly. "Is the Freya you know in memory also so talkative?"

"Basically, she's a very sociable person, she's never embarrassed, the first day I knew her, she pulled me into a conversation all day, and every time I wanted to say no, she added A sentence of 'I have one more sentence'."

Mamo continued, "Albert hates Freya very much, he is a guy who likes to be quiet, and Freya thinks that Albert is an autistic person who needs to talk to people more."

Albert?
The name Bologo sounds familiar, but he can’t remember who it is for the time being. Sometimes Bologo feels that his memory is a bit redundant, but it’s hard for him to make up his mind which part to give up, what? Want them all, even bad memories.

After laughing, both of them seemed a little tired. Mamo looked at his old friends who no longer remembered him, and said, "I don't think there is any need to worry too much about Freya."

"What do you mean?"

"The ruined area has been out of the control of the reclamation room for too long. Even if the reclamation room wants to take over completely, it will take a certain amount of time, and this will undoubtedly share the computing power of the reclamation room, that is, the crowd. The crowd is an efficient machine. It Not a single bit of computing power will be wasted, with Freya and the others here, it is entirely possible for them to take care of this place, as for everyone, as long as it still has the highest authority over the ruined area."

"Supreme authority?" Burrog nodded, "The ruins area still recognizes the authority of the decision-making room, so don't worry about that."

"That's good, and the Freyas themselves are a group of precious computing power. Although the security level of the crowd will not allow them to join the crowd, they are allowed to be independent as an external computing power reserve. Theoretically Up is also possible.”

Mamo went on to say, "The most important thing is that even Freya thought about leaving a backup for herself so that she could restart when she lost control, and I think everyone will make this kind of preparation."

"You mean, if necessary, the Freyas can temporarily take over from all?" Borrog asked.

Mamo understands the operation logic of everyone very well, "There is a huge gap between the two, but once that happens, some will be useful, so what should I choose?"

"Speaking of which, you also participated in the design of the crowd, right?" Bologo asked suspiciously, "Then, don't you know that the crowd became the will of the reclamation room? If this is the case, why do you want to study the virtual intelligence? change?"

This was the part that Bologo didn't understand the most, as if Mamo didn't know about it at all. It wasn't until the research reached a bottleneck that he discovered that the container of the reclamation room had been filled with water.

"It's very simple, we don't know this kind of thing at all," Mamo confessed, "Although I participated in the design, the leader of the construction of the crowd is Albert... In my opinion, he is also an autistic guy , There are a lot of secrets hidden in my heart, and I never tell anyone.

After the crowd was put into operation, it disappeared in the decision-making room, and all communication with it was through one-way contact with us. That is to say, the crowd may have connected itself to the reclamation room a long time ago. , except that it tells no one, and we have absolutely no idea about it. "

Hearing this, Bologo couldn't help but feel chills down his spine. These seemed to be done by the people themselves. It is hard to imagine how far the people have evolved after so many years of gathering so much will and computing power.

But before considering these, Burlogo asked again, "Albert? Albert again, who is he?"

Burlogo felt the name more and more familiar, but he couldn't recall who he was anyway.

"Don't you know Albert?"

Mamo was a little surprised, he thought Bologo knew about it.

"Who is he?" Burrog asked again.

"The original director of the Bureau of Order," Mamo said calmly, "Albert Alfredo."

For a moment, Bologo froze in place, and the long memories emerged from under the sand little by little. At the same time, the gate of the outpost opened again, and another group of field staff arrived at the scene. The return of the ruined area is a big event , the field staff in Oath City Opus were all mobilized.

Among the crowd striding forward, the furry Hart was particularly eye-catching. He looked at the place curiously. Even though he had been working for so long, it was the first time he came into contact with an event related to the ruined area. Then Hart saw the Paste-like, densely packed, countless Freya.

When Hart saw Freya, Freya also saw Hart.

Suddenly, the noisy outpost fell silent, and the Freyas stopped chattering and looked at Hart in unison.

Hart was made uncomfortable by the gazes, he moved a few steps, and found that the eyes of Freya were still following him.

"Do I have veggies on my teeth?" Hart grinned at Kemp beside him.

"people……"

The Freyas said in unison, and the voices came crashing down like a wave.

"God...God..."

Freya raised their hands and pointed at Hart, and the people around Hart also moved aside tactfully. In an open space, Hart looked around at a loss, and then he also raised his hand and pointed Own.

Hart was dumbfounded, "Me?"

"people!"

"It's a human!"

"A real person!"

"My God, I haven't seen anyone in a long time!"

"There are actually people in this world!"

"Woooooo!"

In the eyes of Freya, among a group of grotesque guys, Hart, who has two eyes and one nose, and has a normal human form, is so tearful that a few of them with poor endurance directly cried out of emotion .

Amid the din, Hart felt very confused, and the furry he couldn't understand what happened.