Endless Debt

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

In the slightly narrow space, the two of them sat facing each other in silence. There was a faint noise outside the door, and Freya's endless chattering could be heard.

Boluogo also just realized that Freya talks so much. Maybe she has suppressed it in the ruins area for these years, but hearing this voice too much will really give people a headache.

But it’s also inexplicably relaxing.

Boluogo slumped on the chair for a while before slowly regaining his energy. If he didn't have something to deal with right now, he really wanted to go home and take a nap.

Mamo lowered his head slightly and closed his eyes in deep thought. Boluogo did not disturb him. Boluogo knew that Mamo would tell him everything in detail. He just needed some time to accept the status quo.

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

Arriving at the door, Boluogo opened a crack in the door and observed the outside world.

There were a lot more staff in the outpost, and the most increased ones were field staff who were sent to maintain order on site. After some persuasion, Freya and the others stayed in the outpost honestly and did not move towards the reclamation room. Go deep.

Everything that happened here has been reported to the decision-making room, and the corresponding handling regulations are being produced through the high-speed calculations of the public. Boluogo believes that the public will come up with the most perfect solution.

"She is a backup intentionally left by Freya, a pure backup without any impurities, just like the most primitive form of a program, without complicated redundancies, and can be modified by anyone."

Boluogo looked through the gap, his eyes wandering on Freya and the others.

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

Boluogo withdrew his gaze and closed the door tightly, "Now she is gradually taking over various functions in the ruined area. With the help of the Order Bureau, it is expected that in a while, she should be able to reverse the chaos in the ruined area and return it to chaos. Rational order, and these fallen virtual realms will return to the control of the Bureau of Order."

After a pause, Boluogo expressed his worries, "But I don't know, if Kenshi takes over the ruins area, what about Freya? After all, this huge virtual realm already has a dominant consciousness, it You don’t need another guy in the way, that just affects its computational efficiency.”

The increasingly heavy topics made the atmosphere in the room become a little solid and suffocating.

Having just escaped, Boluogo didn't really want to talk about this. He turned to ask, "What exactly happened, Mamo? You didn't set me up on purpose, did you?"

Mamo slowly opened his eyes. At this time, there was an extremely subtle feeling lingering on him, both old and young, strong and fragile.

"At the beginning? It was just curiosity at first, and then I started some unattractive research," Mamo said in a low voice, "Virtual domain intelligence... In fact, this research can also be understood in another way."

Boluogo guessed what Mamo meant and he replied.

"Eternal life relying on the virtual realm."

"Ha ha."

Mamo laughed hoarsely, knowing that Boluogo could guess his thoughts.

"I was no longer young at that time. Even though I had experienced strong winds and waves, in the dead of night, I would be extremely scared when I thought that I would never wake up after falling asleep one night."

Mamo complained to himself, "I thought I was a strong person. I was once really strong, but time has defeated me and made me afraid of death."

“That’s when I thought, if we can create this miraculous creature, why can’t we create another one?

If the meaning of the existence of all beings is to rely on countless consciousness bodies to become decision-makers 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. "

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

"I know that I am destined to die, but my replica will live to enjoy it all," Mamo looked at Boluogo, "Immortality is such a luxury, and for such a price, I think I can accept it. "

"But you...seemed to give up in the end?"

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

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

As time accumulates, too many thoughts will only become redundant waste, and they will affect the consciousness like poison... Therefore, everyone needs an absolutely unified thought, and the consciousness integrated into it only provides computing power. . "

Mamo continued, "Besides, sometimes I wonder, does living like that really count as living?"

"Are you no longer afraid?" asked Bologo.

"I'm still a little scared, but I'm undoubtedly much braver than before," Mamo said. "I'm finally at peace with myself."

"As for troubling you, I swear, I don't have any conspiracy." He picked up the photo with a nostalgic look in his eyes, "I'm just a little nostalgic, Boluogo."

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

Boluogo shook his head, "Nearly seventy years have passed. Not to mention my friends who are still alive, even my hometown has disappeared on the map."

"It sounds so bad that you don't even have a place to remember."

"I think it's okay," Bologeau said. "Just like you, I've made peace with myself, not to mention I still have a lot of friends."

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

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

Bologg could understand Freya's state of mind at that time. Bologg had also had such an experience. People like them would abandon their personal interests and only act for something illusory and close to the truth. And fight.

"This dedication even extended to her copied consciousness. In the following time, Freya thought that the war was still going on, and there were enemies outside the ruins area. She must defend this last pure land."

Mamo whispered, "But the war has ended long ago. She was trapped in a nightmare. Fortunately, she was freed."

When this part was mentioned, Mamo himself breathed a sigh of relief, as if feeling lucky for Freya.

"Aren't you going to talk to her?" Bologg asked. "She should be your friend, or someone who has spent many years together."

Mamo nodded, but then shook his head.

"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, "Just like a newborn baby, There are no opinions, factions or anything like that that divides people."

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

Mamo stood up, walked slowly to the door, and slowly opened the door. The endless chatter of Freya penetrated his eardrums.

“But even the echo is very comforting.”

Mamo looked at Freya all over the ground and said quietly, "She disappeared in the ruins area. I thought that even if I blended in with the crowd, I would never see her again... I thought that the end of her and me would be the same." Once we meet, it will be this group photo.”

After saying that, Mamo laughed to himself. Freya was everywhere, walking around. A talkative person was already annoying enough, 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 so hard that he couldn't breathe. He held on to the threshold and turned his head. When Mamo looks like this, he looks uglier when he smiles than when he cries.

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

He made a big gesture as he said, "Oh my God, there are too many interns for the Sublimation Furnace Core this year!"

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

"are you joking?"

"I think this is a good time to crack a joke, what do you think?"

This time, both of them fell silent. Soon, some suppressed laughter sounded in Boluoge's throat. Mamo was more open than him and burst out laughing. Under his influence, Boluoge also laughed. I couldn't help it anymore and laughed endlessly with Mamo.

"Yes! Yes! Bologo!"

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

"There are really many, densely packed." Bologo also sighed.

After laughing for a long time, Boluogo said, "So I am her internship mentor?"

"Let's forget it. After all, you brought it back."

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

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

"I think it's better to have one, otherwise you'll be exhausted from signing autographs." Mamo also poked his head in and commented.

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

"No problem. As long as the forge volcano is recovered, we can expand our recruitment several times." Mamo's eyes lit up when he mentioned the forge volcano that he cherished.

The fire that burns day and night is also an old friend of Mamo. As the first minister of the sublimation furnace core, Mamo once witnessed the first ray of fire ignited by it.

"I think the Bureau of Order will be a lot noisier in the future," Bologg sighed helplessly, "Is the Freya you know in your memory also such a talkative person?"

"Absolutely. She is a very sociable person and never feels embarrassed. The first day I met her, she kept talking to me all day long. Whenever I wanted to refuse, she would add A 'I have one more thing to say'."

Mamo continued, "Albert hates Freya. He is a quiet guy. Freya thinks Albert is an autistic person and needs to talk to more people."

Albert?

The name Boluogo sounds familiar, but he can't remember who it is. Sometimes Boluogo feels that his memory has too much redundancy, but he still has difficulty making up his mind as to which part he really wants to give up. Want them all, even the bad memories.

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

"What do you mean?"

"The ruins area has been out of control of the Reclamation Chamber for too long. Even if the Reclamation Chamber wants to take over completely, it will take a certain amount of time, and this will undoubtedly share the computing power of the Reclamation Chamber, that is, the Zongzhe. The Zhongzhe is an efficient machine. It Not a single bit of computing power will be wasted. With Freya and the others here, we can completely let them take care of this place. As for everyone, as long as it still has the highest authority over the ruins area."

"Supreme authority?" Boluogo nodded, "The ruins area still recognizes the authority of the decision-making room, so there is no need to worry about this."

"That's good, and Freya themselves are a group of precious computing power. Although they will not be allowed to access the crowd due to their security level, they are allowed to be independent as an external computing power reserve. In theory It’s also possible to go up.”

Mamo continued, "The most important thing is that even Freya thought about leaving a backup for herself so that she could restart if she lost control. I think everyone will also make such preparations."

"You mean, if necessary, Freya and the others can temporarily take over from the others?" Bologg asked.

Mamo understands the operating logic of Zhongzhi very well, "There is a huge gap between the two, but once that happens, if something is useful, what else do you choose?"

"Speaking of which, you were also involved in the design of the Ones at the beginning, right?" Boluogo asked doubtfully, "Then don't you know that the Ones have become the will of the Kenshi? In this case, why do you need to study virtual intelligence again? change?"

This was the part that Boluogo didn't understand the most. It was as if Mamo didn't understand this at all. It wasn't until the research reached the bottleneck that he discovered that the container in the Kenshi was filled with water.

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

After the crowd was put into operation, it disappeared into the decision-making room. All communications with it were its one-way contact with us. In other words, the crowd may have connected itself to the decision-making room a long time ago. , but it was not told to anyone and we had no idea. "

Hearing this, Boluogo couldn't help but feel chills running down his spine. These seemed to be done by the people themselves. It was hard to imagine how far the people had evolved after so many years and so much willpower and computing power.

But before thinking about this, Borogo asked, "Albert? Albert again, who is he?"

Boluogo felt that this name was more and more familiar, but he could not recall who he was.

"You actually don't know Albert?"

Mamo was a little surprised. He thought Bologo knew about it.

"Who is he?" Bologg asked again.

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

For a moment, Boluogo froze in place, and long-lasting memories emerged from under the sand bit by bit. At the same time, the door 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. , all the field staff in Oath City Opos were mobilized.

Among the people who were marching forward, the furry Hart stood out. He looked at this place curiously. Even though he had been working for so long, this was the first time he came into contact with events related to the ruined area. Then Hart saw something related to the copy. The same paste, densely packed, countless Freya.

At the same time that Hart saw the Freyas, the Freyas also saw Hart.

Suddenly, the noisy outpost became quiet, and the Freyas stopped chattering and looked at Hart in unison.

Hart was made uncomfortable by the gazes on him. He moved a few steps and found that Freya's eyes were still following him closely.

"Are there any leaves in my teeth?" Hart bared his teeth at Kemp.

"people……"

Freya and others said in unison, and their voices came over like a wave.

"Oh my god...oh my god..."

Freya and others raised their hands and pointed at Hart. The people around Hart also moved out of the way wisely. In an open space, Hart looked around at a loss, and then he also raised his hand and pointed. Own.

Hart was confused, "Me?"

"people!"

"It's a human being!"

"A living person!"

"Oh my God, I haven't seen anyone in a while!"

"There are actually people in this world!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

In the eyes of Freya, among a group of weird guys, Hart, who has two eyes and one nose and a normal human form, is so moving that it brings tears to their eyes. Some of the ones who can't bear it are so moved that they cry. .

In the commotion, Hart felt confused, and he was completely unable to understand what was happening.