Ruyizhai

Ruyizhai shook off some soot and said, "The second story is about a writer."

Wu Xingchen thought for a while, he and Ruyizhai still looked at each other, he said: "Then follow the previous steps, let's sort out the timeline first."

"For the readers." Ru Yizhai raised the goblet and shook the transparent liquid in the glass, and Wu Xingchen also raised the goblet, but what was shaking in his glass was cloudy eggnog.

Wu Xingchen said: "Because the Earth Museum will hold an exhibition to commemorate the birth of the wartime writer Simon Rhodes, I was ordered to start writing the life story of Simon Rhodes. The curator proposed that the diary left by Simon Rhodes' widow Zhu Nanxi Provided great help to my work, and told me that this diary has been purchased from an antique dealer by the museum. Because the staff of the purchasing department were pulled to help with the exhibition, I had to make a trip by myself Antique store pick-up. When I arrived at the antique store, I encountered an incident where the antique store was attacked by a man in black. The man in black smashed the window of the antique store with a Molotov cocktail. Later we found this in a cemetery not far away. The man in black who has activated the internal self-destruct device and destroyed himself. He is actually a mechanical body. In order to find out the origin of this mechanical body, we visited Clara and went to Liuxing, and finally learned that this The cyborg was bought by the writer Jack Montgomery and he had his face altered, he transformed him into his youthful self."

Wu Xingchen glanced at Ruyizhai and fell silent.Ruyi Zhai asked him: "Is it finished?"

He also asked: "So what theme do you think the second story is going to show?"

Wu Xingchen also had doubts: "Should the themes expressed in the first story and the second story be coherent? I mean, after all, they belong to the same book. Shouldn't they have some internal connection?"

Ruyizhai said: "Anyway, the first story is just foreshadowing."

Wu Xingchen said, "No, the first story is not just for setting up and introducing the worldview."

"Oh?"

"It provides a way to solve problems."

"tell me the story."

Wu Xingchen said: "The first story actually lasted for ten years before it came to an end, so it's complete, isn't it? If I'm not wrong, the second, third, and fourth stories should be It’s the same approach.”

Ruyizhai asked him: "So what happened in New York ten years later? Where did you meet the mechanical body that could speak the common language you said you met in New York?"

Wu Xingchen took out a matchbox and handed it to Ruyizhai. Ruyizhai took a look and said, "You went to the saw blade."

Wu Xingchen said: "Before I came to Dunhuang, I went to find Jack. After I came out of his house, I saw a billboard with silver saw blades. I thought that both you and Jack had used a matchbox with this logo, so I wanted to go in. have a look."

Ruyizhai said: "It's a bar for new humans and machines."

"Yes, many people and machines gather inside."

Ruyizhai smiled: "There are still many people and machines trading there."

Wu Xingchen realized: "Ah, that's where Jack bought that mechanical body ten years ago."

"The transformation was also done there."

When "reform" was mentioned, Wu Xingchen fell into deep thought. Ruyizhai smoked a few cigarettes and asked him, "What are you thinking?"

Wu Xingchen lowered his head, touched his wine glass, took a sip of whiskey, and said, "Maybe the second story is still introducing the world view, and the third and fourth stories are all introducing the world." He said: "Introduction This world is what this film is about."

Ruyizhai said: "The first story introduces new humans, and the second story introduces machines." He snapped his fingers and smoked his pipe again, "Then we should go back hundreds of years."

"What's the meaning?"

"If we want to fully trace the timeline of the second story, we should probably start with the war between machines and humans."

Wu Xingchen smiled bitterly: "The timeline of the first story didn't start with the birth of new humans."

Ruyi Zhai asked him: "Do you know how and when the first new human being was born?"

"The first new human was born in the uterus No. 3010 of the embryonic laboratory of the Kunpeng spacecraft in 12657." Wu Xingchen said.

Ruyi Zhai smiled: "This is the official record."

Wu Xingchen smiled bitterly, and nodded: "I understand what you mean, indeed, after going through so many things, I should believe whether it is my memory, news written by journalists, or textbooks compiled by historians. Neither believable."

Ruyi Zhai said: "Then talk about the war between robots and humans in your memory, in the news, in textbooks compiled by historians."

Wu Xingchen took out a history textbook, looked down, and said: "From 2508 to 2708, a group of old humans and mechanical bodies formed the 'Federation' alliance and fought against another group of old human "rulers". It is called the first machine revolution in history. The war ended with the victory of the Federation. In the same year that the war ended, the "Federation" alliance broke down, and the second machine revolution broke out between humans and machines. At the end of the revolution, because of the frequent use of nuclear weapons and because of The war consumed a large amount of precious metal resources, petroleum appendages, the earth's ecology was severely damaged, and the earth became uninhabitable for humans. For mechanical bodies, the niobium ore and rare earth ore used to maintain their functions are becoming more and more At least, by 2788, both the mechanical body and humans chose to evacuate the earth. In 3010, the last ark of mankind passed through the heavy interstellar dust and approached the center of the Andromeda galaxy, surrounded by dense stars and extremely unstable electromagnetic currents. Planet K was found in radiation and radiation. And the mechanical body chose to settle on Planet Liu, and the unique ore Liu ore on this planet perfectly replaced niobium ore. There has never been a war between humans and machines.”

Ruyizhai asked Wu Xingchen: "What do you think of the word war?"

"Why are you asking so suddenly?"

"Aren't you curious why some words are eliminated and some words are left?" Ruyizhai said, "I think some words that cause negative emotions have been screened out and cleaned, such as anger, such as Arrogance, like disgust, but war, I've always found it weird, isn't that also a word that evokes negative emotions?"

Wu Xingchen said: "War is war."

"Don't you associate it with despair?"

"But despair is not a negative emotion. Despair is the hope that people have in a desperate situation. It's called despair for short, isn't it?" Wu Xingchen seemed a little confused.Ruyi Zhai smiled: "Sorry, I don't like to meet new humans. Regarding your understanding of each word, it seems that I still need to learn more."

Suddenly, he sighed again: "I fell into this author's trap, and I began to really dig out the truth of this world following her wishes."

"So now you are [-]% sure that the theme of this movie is really about the truth of this world?"

"Otherwise? I can't think of any other theme." Ruyizhai gestured and said, "Anyway, what is certain is that this movie has nothing to do with love. Look, it's more than 30 words long. What happened here? Beautiful love, has there been any touching declaration of love?"

Wu Xingchen touched his cheek and said, "Maybe when love comes, this movie will be over."

Ruyizhai rolled his eyes: "Then this is a complete waste of time for readers."

"Perhaps the readers didn't come here to see us fall in love. There are such readers, right?"

"Then I suggest that such readers go to the bookstore right now, and don't waste the limited time of your life on this incomprehensible and incomprehensible book."

Wu Xingchen smiled, and he said: "I remembered one thing. During the ten years I was in a coma, the word diversity disappeared, so the criterion for screening vocabulary should not be about negative emotions."

He rubbed his hands, and continued: "Language itself is constantly being consumed and changed. In the 21st century, people used the metaphor of Africans eating dirt to say that they were poor, which was a bit of a joke, but in the 80s It's a true portrayal of Africans. It's not meant to be a joke at all. Instead, it has a sad, hopeless feeling. I guess, in the ten years I have been in a coma, there is no need to use the word diversity to express the colorful Interesting."

Ruyizhai said: "Is this what diversification means? Rich and colorful." Wu Xingchen asked: "Does it have other meanings?"

"Did you know that it was born as a nationalist policy? It was just an official means to manage the relationship between different ethnic groups. It may have disappeared because of this reason. Diversity, diversity, you repeat it a few times, don't you Don’t you think it has a natural aura of domineering? It was finally discovered after so many years of spreading,” Ruyi Zhai laughed: “In the 21st century there is a profession of reviewing culture, and in the 31st century there is a profession of reviewing text.”

Wu Xingchen pointed to the portrait of a young Jack Montgomery hanging in front of the fireplace and said, "We seem to have strayed a little too far."

Strange, when did this portrait hang up?The author forgot to write, ah, no, because this is a world where the author can't interfere, and the characters can do whatever they want.

Ruyizhai said: "There is no such thing as off-topic here. We can talk about whatever we want. The author is out of control. Didn't you notice? Many of our conversations in the last chapter lack logical relationships. If there are readers If you want to read it, then continue to watch it.”

Wu Xingchen smiled bitterly: "The author may very much hope that you are more polite to readers now, your smell of gunpowder is a bit strong."

Ruyizhai said: "If she created me and wants me to act according to her wishes, then she should not write, she should learn to make clay figurines."

Wu Xingchen made a gesture of surrender, leaning against one arm of the sofa, and said, "Why does the mechanical body still have a self-destruct device?"

Ruyizhai said, "I don't know, I'm not a robot."

"Clara seems to have an answer, is he a mechanical body?"

Ruyi Zhai said: "I don't know, I only know that when I saw him, he looked like this. He asked me if I had seen a black dog."

Ruyizhai said: "He is the first humanoid thing I have seen on the earth in the 31st century."

"When did you meet?"

"3031."

"The year after the new humans returned to Earth." Wu Xingchen said, "Didn't you meet the new humans who returned to Earth? When did you wake up?"

"I don't know, the time he told me when I met Clara. I didn't meet a single person before I met him."

"Didn't even see a spaceship?" Wu Xingchen said, "The spaceship should have landed in the former Congo."

Ruyizhai said: "But I have seen the black dog. We looked at each other across the Seine, and it disappeared. I crossed the river and tried to find it, but I met Clara, who crawled from the ground of the observatory. Come out, naked and sticky."

Wu Xingchen said: "Why are animals so rare on Earth? There are animals everywhere in the K-star ecological park, but we have seen white giraffes before."

"The ecological park you mentioned sounds like a zoo." Ruyizhai shrugged and spread his hands, and said, "Maybe animals are tired of humans and would rather not come to this world, or it may be because the author didn't make relevant settings in this regard."

The two laughed in unison and clinked glasses.Wu Xingchen said: "I see, you reminded me that if animals can choose to be born or not to be born, that means they have the right to choose, and machines also want to have the right to choose, but it's not about birth, it's about death, This is not a concept that new humans have. In the concept of new humans, life can only die from diseases or accidents. Diseases are very rare, but accidents happen very frequently."

Ruyi Zhai winked her eyes: "This guess sounds good, but you have to remember, maybe the author really didn't make relevant settings. She was waiting for the answers to some questions to come out by herself when she was writing."

"Will the answer come out by itself?"

"The characters can do what they want, why not the answer?"

Wu Xingchen nodded: "So Jack is also waiting for the answer? About Simon, about his creation, about the meaning of writing, so he keeps writing."

"What's the meaning?"

"When I went to find Jack, I found that Jack was dead. He transmitted his consciousness into a mechanical body. It was that mechanical body that was writing, writing, writing a biography."

"Jack's biography?"

"I didn't ask, I didn't read it." Wu Xingchen took out a book, read it, and said, "Yes, the terminal told me that he published a lot of biographies about himself."

"Why does one need so many biographies?"

"Sometimes a small matter, a little insight, can indeed be written into a book."

"He's not Proust." Ru Yizhai rolled his eyes.

Wu Xingchen scratched his ear, and said, "The memory of the new humans should be very accurate, there may be some conflicts between Jack's consciousness and the body of that mechanical body, just like my right brain, our memory has begun to be lost. "

"What's wrong with your right brain?" Ruyizhai looked at Wu Xingchen's right hand, "Has it also become mechanical?"

"Yes, after I escaped from the war camp, I found Clara and asked him to help me determine the identity of 677 and post a missing person notice about you. He asked for revenge. I didn't have any money, so he asked for my Right brain and right hand."

Ruyizhai smoked a cigarette: "Then are you a human or a machine now?"

"I'm still me." Wu Xingchen said, "Wu Xingchen is still Wu Xingchen." He said, "My way of thinking is still literal. The composition of the mechanical right brain is the same as that of the human brain. Some techniques for making brains from mechanical bodies."

He frowned: "Why would they want to have the power to choose death?"

Ruyizhai said: "They can't choose their own birth. If they can't even choose their death, wouldn't they live in a theocracy, a world where everything is at the will of the so-called creator? But for them, there is no god in this world. , there is no master, so their logic would not work without that switch."

Wu Xingchen said: "I seem to understand a little bit, give me some time, I need some time."

"Think," he said.

The word thinking fell on him, he hugged them and thought quietly.

Ruyizhai said: "But in fact, they do live in such a world, a world created by a master creator."

"Are you referring to this one?" Wu Xingchen looked up at Ruyizhai.

Ruyizhai pointed: "It would be different if they could go outside."

"outside world?"

A pair of eyes appeared in the direction Ruyizhai pointed, cloudy and listless.

"listen."

Pat clap clack.

Wu Xingchen listened attentively: "What's that sound?"

"This is the sound of typing. Using a computer keyboard to type text information is one of the main ways of writing in the 21st century." Ruyizhai said.

Wu Xingchen's eyes widened in astonishment: "Are we behind the keyboard now?"

"We can be behind the keyboard, behind the computer, behind the mobile phone..." When Ruyizhai said this, his eyes narrowed, and the sound of typing stopped.

Wu Xingchen stood up, approached those eyes, looked up, and asked, "Whose eyes are these?"

"The author's eyes."

"What is she thinking?"

"She was thinking that today this chapter will encounter those words of review again."

"Audit?"

"Yes, people are starting to replace words with stars in order to create a healthy environment."

"Then people will gradually think in terms of stars?"

"Yes, people will gradually and spontaneously use wrong words, stars, and white boxes to replace some words when writing, and gradually their thoughts will also turn into wrong words, stars, and white boxes."

Many stars and frames fell from the sky, trapping Wu Xingchen.The author's eyes are farther away from them and appear smaller.Wu Xingchen asked again: "What's wrong with her now?"

Before Ruyizhai could reply, the author's eyes turned into a black slit, and the two of them were pressed together, face to face, arm to arm.Wu Xingchen faltered: "Now... what's going on now?"

"The notebook is closed." Ruyizhai said, they swayed like liquid in a wine glass, both of them laughed, and suddenly they were pulled apart again, the two of them straightened their clothes, another pair of eyes, and the same pair of eyes just now The eyes are different.Something was moving rapidly behind those eyes.

After looking at it for a while, Ruyizhai said: "This person looks like sitting in the subway." It is a transportation tool of the 21st century. "

Ruyi Zhai said: "This is a reader."

"How did you know?"

Ruyizhai pointed to Wu Xingchen, Wu Xingchen looked down, and he did not know when a label was attached to him: Nianxia.

"What is this?" he asked.

"This is what readers see when they look at you. Nianxia means that you are younger than me."

Wu Xingchen looked at Ruyizhai, and he also put a label on him: Beauty Shou.

All of a sudden, they were covered in labels.Wu Xingchen had stickers on his body: stupid, single-minded, boring, pathetic, and Ruyizhai had stickers on his body: mysterious, when will he appear again, boring, boring.There are more and more labels, covering their clothes and faces, and their original appearance is completely invisible. Wu Xingchen spoke in a pitifully low voice: "I'm not sure about this movie. With so many readers..."