[Comprehensive] On how I got lost

An airship with a gangster logo slowly headed towards Meteor Street.

On the airship, the boss' deputy saw the newly hired license hunter standing by the round window. Below was the silent and dark land, with occasional scattered light spots everywhere.

It was not the lights, but the spontaneous combustion caused by the garbage placed in the open air. The dioxins produced by the combustion were mixed in the billowing smoke. This first-class carcinogen entered the throat along with the human breath, and slowly formed deadly poisonous fruit.

The sky and the earth are both dark here, and the dome formed by overcast clouds traps this dark place. The place called Meteor Street has no starry sky all year round, and it is as quiet as the cemetery of the world.

The deputy walked into Xinghe, followed his gaze and glanced down, "Why don't you go to the banquet and wait until the next schedule gets tighter, there is no such leisure time."

The person being questioned shook his head slightly, his eyes reflected the silent and lightless place, "Thank you, I don't like too much excitement."

The deputy raised his glass, "Okay, I won't force you."

After the deputy gestured to Xinghe, he returned to the hall with the wine glass in his hand. On the dance floor of the hall, a few women were surrounded like jewels. The men showed their strength and strength to the women in the ancient posture of fighting dances to invite joy. Charm, men are at war with each other, swords are facing each other, like enemies of life and death, but with a turn, they come to the women with hurried small steps, as if they have become rare love saints in the world, tenderness Flowing like water.

But the women on the dance floor are reserved and arrogant. They wave their fans lightly to keep their affection out.

The people around booed the two losers who couldn't please women off the stage, and then lightly jumped onto the dance floor to make up for the empty seats, and started a round of fighting again. One person saw the deputy enter the hall through the side door, Struggling to squeeze out from the excited shouting crowd, and getting close to the deputy, the man tossed his head outwards, "Don't come over"

The deputy shrugged, "It is estimated that the scene will make you feel emotional."

"Um"

The deputy lowered his voice, "The boss attaches great importance to this trip. Everyone's family background has been found out. Even the newly hired license hunter knows a thing or two, only the one outside."

He spread his hands, "I don't know anything, I don't have a citizenship id, I don't have a medical account or an education record, such a person with nothing, I'm afraid they came out of Meteor Street."

After inquiring, the man whistled softly, "That should be quite strong."

I don’t know where the unspoken rules of the industry came from. It is assumed that the people who come out of this barren land on Meteor Street are the strong ones out of thousands of miles. Such as the land of war breeds silent blood and depression, and poverty breeds desperate people who will die without regret , since the shocking suicide revenge of 31 people last year, this silent place is no longer a garbage cemetery in the eyes of the world, and it is the first time to shout to the world and swear to exist.

It has also attracted more and more gangsters to turn their attention to this place, exchanging weapons and food for talents from here.

It turns out that there are 1000 million unregistered people living here.

As a little-known little gangster under the ten-year-old man, the boss who wants to put a spoon in the cake eagerly hopes to get a treasure here.

In order to prevent being robbed after landing, the airship was also equipped with sufficient firepower and armed forces. Before landing, the gangsters had a final carnival.

The familiar and thick stench penetrated into his brain through the walls of the airship.

Although it was sticky and suffocating, just like a fish would not drown in the water, this land that had witnessed the most important period of his life would not make him feel uncomfortable.

The news of current affairs came from the mind.

After analyzing the data collected by Xinghe and Pariston, they made some speculations based on the analysis of current affairs.

Conjectures about civilization confrontation and species invasion.

"Some civilizations rest on the flesh, and some civilizations rest on the spirit."

The accumulation of cells constitutes carbon-based life, so will silicon-based life be formed after piles of stones?

What about ideas?

"Accumulated thoughts also constitute life."

"Like God."

Researcher B leaned against the table half-slantedly, with several light screens floating beside him.

Before Xinghe went to World No. 3, he left several replicas here to advance the plan, and the appearance of puppets mobilized these experimental bodies again.

The copy brought up the document, "Mind is the ability to manipulate life energy, or mind."

"From the known information, whether it is the most basic momentum, or the hair, condensate, and the better circle, firmness, and restrictive vows, all of them rely on ideas."

"So the special energy of this world makes it possible to accumulate ideas."

"Then it becomes life."

"Become a species, become a civilization."

"The so-called gods, just like humans, want to reproduce, invade, and expand."

"God is just a title, nothing sacred, nothing inviolable."

Researcher B took over, "The mirror world data you sent over is the same information as your body data."

"Let's put it this way, all the replicas you split seem to be active in the form of light, but the basis for everything is that information, or ideas."

"Every clone is your idea, which is why you can control all the clones smoothly after you wake up."

"The mirror world is likely to be the wreckage left by the civilization of the gods, or a tool. Its efficacy is currently unknown and further exploration is needed."

"Although there is no progress in this area, there are a lot of interesting information released in the Polika mythology."

"As I said before, as long as it is a civilization, it will multiply, invade, and expand."

"Civilizations are opposed to each other, this is the instinct and consensus of life."

"There are many words of unknown meaning in the Polika myth, but it can also be seen that the civilization of the gods is a dying civilization that has been brutally attacked. It can be said that it has undergone cleansing like cutting grass and roots. .”

Researcher c turned a page, "Why are humans raised in captivity?"

"Because they need belief or ideas."

"It's similar to how we use spiritual power as an energy source. Because of the defeat of this god-like civilization, it needs a lot of ideas to supplement it."

"That's why they call themselves gods. In other ancient civilizations, the images of gods are basically created by humans based on their own images and mandarin ducks. They will have human shapes, limbs, positive and negative emotions of human beings, joy, Hatred, greed, demand, and devotion are manifested in Greek mythology and the myths of various bureaucratic systems in the Far East. In the investigation of ancient cultures, these gods will teach humans to use tools to hunt and cultivate seasonal crops, and to carry out everything closely related to humans. work."

"But Polika civilization is not like this. The people here only need to worship the gods devoutly every day. They don't know where the food comes from, which tree the fruit grows from, and how to sew clothes with needles and threads. Just come down from the sky together with Fengmei."

Researcher B continued to turn the page, "Then, the enemy of the god-like civilization caught up, and the island was destroyed."

"The remaining handful of humans fled to the New World guided by ancient technology."

"Then it's reproduction."

"Different from reproduction, the reproduction of this god-like civilization should be parasitic. The so-called flesh and blood is actually a kind of idea. After human beings eat it, these ideas are hidden in human consciousness, and they reproduce extraordinary. The last embers of civilization remain."

"You seem to have discovered something remarkable."

In the mirror world, the river of light swims away.

The puppet lived in another world and said to Xinghe.

"But that's not a big deal. There is an essential difference between calling yourself a god and being a god."

It's not that advanced beings can be called gods, but they must have means and abilities close to gods.

Xinghe remembers meeting the puppet for the second time. The puppet said that he can control the present, distort the past, and manipulate the future.

Xinghe remembers the first time he came to the mirror world, besides the lights and mirrors, there were also scenes with modified endings and the past of the future.

But he can always detect the subtle discomfort, "You are not a god," he replied to the puppet.

"Otherwise your civilization will not be destroyed."

"You are"

"It's different from the super power existence that really transcends the timeline," Xinghe touched the mirror, "you are just a little self-righteous trick."

The puppet is connected to the galaxy, as motionless as a real puppet.

Looking up at Xinghe, the nearly vast river of light swims in it like a long snake. As Shizheng said, these lights are thoughts.

He murmured, "You have never changed the past, nor manipulated the future."

He looked at the puppet under his feet, "Everything is your deceit, a kind of teasing that is almost a joke of fate."

"The same fate joke as Oedipus King, you use these tools to speculate on everything that will happen, and then in order to ensure future vision, deliberately promote or increase the factors of future vision."

"The future is not fixed and cannot be changed, and the past that has happened will not be shaken in the slightest."

"Clap clap clap."

The puppets applaud.

"Well said."

"I thought I could fool you, my kind."