Urban Legends: The Legacy of Ancient Civilizations

Where the wind will take Bai Ning, and whether he will fall to death when he lands, these are not things Bai Ning can control. In this case, everything can only go with the flow.

It seemed that just the next moment, the strong wind suddenly stopped. Bai Ning, who was falling rapidly, did not feel any pain. He got up from the ground and found that the scene in front of him had changed fundamentally.

The pure white space is gone, and the overall size is more like a wooden house in the forest.

No one can explain why a strong wind would drag him, Bai Ning, to a loose wooden house in the forest. Here, existence is reasonable. As an outsider, Bai Ning can only acquiesce in everything he perceives.

I looked around casually and saw that it was a very simple wooden house with only some log tables, chairs and benches. There were only a few sparks left in the fire in the fireplace. It looked like it was dying, and I couldn't feel any warmth.

Stepping into the next room, I saw a familiar figure sitting in front of the window. Outside the window, there seemed to be a small courtyard or a lush forest.

It was hard to imagine that this cabin would be located in a forest. When the strong wind came, Bai Ningke didn't smell any forest scent.

"Gogol, should I call you this?"

Bai Ning was also very surprised to meet Gogol here, thinking that this was a recurrence of some of his past obsessions.

There was another long silence. It seemed that some scenery outside the window attracted Gogol's attention, or perhaps Gogol's coping mechanism itself was very slow.

No matter what Gogol's reaction was, Bai Ning just leaned against the door frame quietly, waiting for his follow-up response.

I don't know how much time passed, but it was so long that Bai Ning's attention was almost lost. Gogol, who was sitting with his back in front of the window, finally stood up slowly.

He turned around and looked at Bai Ning curiously, but the expression on his face was lacking, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

"I'm curious as to why you have the courage to enter here."

Just like in the dream maze, although Gogol was speaking Russian at this time, Bai Ning could still understand him.

From then on, the two people's conversations were completely connected. Although they were all meaningless questions, they gave an answer that shocked Bai Ning.

The Gogol in front of him was indeed the Gogol Bai Ning was familiar with.

It can even be further concluded that Gogol at this time may still be the master of this pure white space.

In other words, the illusion cores scattered in the Tunguska area were once part of the black pillars, and may even exist side by side with the management cores in the ancient ruins.

The sudden self-destruction of the entire outpost research base was indeed just a cover-up. Gogol, who disappeared at the time, did not die, but returned to this ancient ruins through other means.

However, because the mechanism of the black pillar is still incomplete, the core of the illusion still appears to be very weak.

“Courage is something that you have, and you don’t have it, and there is no reason why.

I'm a little curious, are you Gogol or the core of the fantasy? "

Gogol in front of him took the initiative to bring him here. Naturally, Bai Ning would not be verbose with him and went straight to the topic without any delay.

“Both and none.

The former Gogol has died in what you call the outpost research base. What exists here is just an illusion based on the soul.

You can think of it as fusion, if you like. "

Gogol responded with a smile, but his facial expression was not very natural, like a simulation robot trying in vain to imitate human behavior.

The uncanny valley effect is very obvious on his face. If you think a little more radically, you can completely regard the Gogol in front of you as a virtual simulation robot.

"Did you turn on the light source?"

Bai Ning only mentioned the issue of the light source and did not mention the other attack methods of the black pillar, just to prevent the atmosphere of the conversation between the two from becoming full of gunpowder.

"No."

Gogol's response was simple and clear.

Or maybe he wasn't very interested in Bai Ning's question.

Just like the strange way the two met, Gogol may have some control over the black column, but he cannot completely control the entire black column.

"You seem to be eager to know a lot of things, but why do you think I will tell you everything?"

Before Bai Ning could respond, Gogol added again, with a stiff and ferocious look of provocation on his face.

Very strange behavior.

Or maybe this is a signal that he wants to trade.

Thinking about it, he couldn't completely control the black pillar. If Gogol didn't want to see Bai Ning, he could just hide. There was no need to create the current meeting.

"Because, in your opinion, I can help you."

Bai Ning directly entered Gogol's logical lines, which actually made him chuckle, his smile as ugly as ever.

"How do you know you can help me?

Just because you think I need it?

This itself is an issue that exists in your personal fantasy and has nothing to do with whether you are here or not.

You come here because you dare to enter the black pillar, not because you can help me. "

What puzzled Bai Ning was that Gogol decisively rejected Bai Ning's guess.

Based on the nature of the artificial intelligence at the core of the fantasy world, or some intelligent existence based on the soul theory, it should not be able to do some tortuous things.

Negating an originally smooth cooperation logic would not only slow down the pace of the conversation, but also make it difficult to gain more benefits for the core of the fantasy.

After all, Bai Ning lacked the capital to bargain with him and could not find the right point to bargain with.

In fact, as long as the core of the illusion is willing to put forward its own conditions, the options before Bai Ning are only yes and no, and there are no other possibilities.

Under such a preset premise, the negotiation at the core of the illusion will inevitably prevail throughout the entire process.

However, it easily denied it.

"Why, you went to such great lengths to find me just to meet an old friend and have some unnecessary chats to reminisce about the past?

There is no way to verify the length of your existence. Time seems to be meaningless to you. Correspondingly, loneliness is also meaningless to you.

For a being who has no external or internal desires, it seems unreasonable for us to meet each other at this time. "

Bai Ning analyzed the core of the illusion according to his own logic, but what he got was an expressionless poker face.

Bai Ning had no idea what the core of the illusion was thinking about at the moment, let alone its judgment on the current situation in the field.

Perhaps, if another strong wind blows up, Bai Ning will leave from here.

He comes inexplicably and leaves inexplicably. I don’t know why, and it seems that there is no need for a reason at all.

Bai Ning was just a passer-by who passed by here by chance, a passer-by who was indispensable to the core of the illusion.

"In your philosophical identification, thinking about the meaning of your own existence seems to always exist.

As you said, my existence is eternity. I lack the concept of life and death, let alone the basic desires of seven emotions and six desires. If I can no longer find the meaning of my existence, then I seem to have no need to exist.

However, the meaningful creatures are you humans, and my life form is different from humans, so don’t use needs to measure our encounter. "

The core of the illusion was circling around, seeming to be conveying to him the basic logic of the existence of AI.

AI exists to help humans do something, and the core of its existence is humans.

In other words, in this basic logic, if humans are lost, AI will have no meaning in existence.

If the fantasy core is set by researchers of ancient ruins in accordance with such requirements, then the fantasy core that has lost its service target has actually lost the basic meaning of its existence.

Without basic needs, it has lost the meaning of existence. It is really difficult to measure this eternal existence with the values ​​​​of a finite living being.

It can be said that the basic values ​​and philosophical views of the fantasy core and Bai Ning are different, and the logical methods between the two are even less likely to be the same.

Even more boldly, Illusion Core and Bai Ning have different levels of life.

If the abstract concept of the soul is worshiped as a god, then the core of the illusion at this time actually has a hint of divinity in a sense.

Therefore, Bai Ning's previous use of basic human desire concepts to delineate the core of the fantasy was indeed a bit misleading.

"You said before that you and Gogol have reached a state of fusion.

So the motivation for meeting me was entirely out of Gogol's wishes?

If you stay here long enough, will Gogol's entire consciousness dissipate completely? "

The core of the illusion is difficult to understand, but there must be a reason for their meeting. Bai Ning changed the topic and pointed directly at the disappeared Gogol.

"yes.

You are here entirely because of Gogol.

However, you don't have to have high expectations for him. The central totem can suppress the soul to a certain extent, so he is not very free here.

In addition, even if he wants to see you, he doesn't want to ask you to do anything. This is just an instinctive impulse from an acquaintance.

If you want to leave, I can help you. "

It felt like the core of the illusion at this time was like a brain split, or like some kind of schizophrenia with two sides in one body. What he said sounded reasonable to a certain extent, but it seemed illogical.

Bai Ning had already expected that it would be difficult to enter this ancient ruins, and it would be even harder to leave.

Without the permission of the core management, it is simply impossible to return the same way.

The only possibility is to keep circling around this huge ancient ruins.

Don’t go in circles without repeating the same path, and die in despair in the hope of moving forward.

Now, with the help of the internal existence of the core of the illusion, it will indeed become easier to leave here.

Leaving, this proposal has clearly touched Bai Ning's needs.

However, this too abrupt scented bait is more like a boring trial, with a little deliberateness and stiffness.

In addition, if you leave, you must leave this ancient ruins, but it will definitely not be now.