Water lanterns and dreams in 1 nights

Seeing that it was a very thin and unhealthy person, he could be said to be a skinny person, he glanced at me blankly, and dragged away.Under the light, his blue-green coat has a bright and ominous atmosphere.

I looked away, and before I sent the message in my hand, Alan came to pick me up with an umbrella.He also had a spare umbrella in his hand.

Allen welcomed me back together. On the way, I talked about the previous incident and asked, "Is it my illusion, or is everyone around me getting weirder and weirder?"

"This is a strange world."

"The lady next door hasn't shown up for more than a month." Since the picked up dog was confiscated, the number of times I saw that lady can be counted on the fingers.

"Maybe she's sick."

Small things like this happen every day, and the people around me change little by little, and it doesn’t seem much different when they are scattered every day, until at some point I suddenly discovered that the cognition accumulated in the past few years is no longer applicable today's world.On the ground, everyone used to be calm and friendly, trying to do their own thing well, like the inside of a precision instrument, where people performed their duties and were well organized.And now, no matter where I go, I can feel the anxiety emanating from the bottom of people's hearts, from the strands of hair to the whole body, everyone seems to be patient, patient until get off work, patient until home, patient until the ice age .

This is by no means my illusion.

On the rest day, I sat on the windowsill and looked down as usual, and asked Alan, who was cleaning aside, whether the world might get better.

"It was designed here to be destroyed."

"It must be broken?"

"They're very good at being their own gravediggers. After all, it's such a small world that it doesn't take long for it to fall apart."

"How long has it been here?"

"More than 100 years."

"But it doesn't look that bad either."

Allen just smiled.

"Where will you be by then?"

"It may be destroyed." Allen said, "The only mission they gave me was to look after the world, and once that was done, they no longer needed me."

"You encouraged me to kill them before."

"If it's for you, it doesn't matter. Where will you be then?"

"Leave completely."

"Will you come back?"

"I don't think so." I turned around to see Alan's reaction. He shrugged with drooping eyebrows and said, "Then I can only wait for you here."

"I'm not coming back." I said emphatically.

"That's all right. Waiting is my duty as your machine."

I couldn't understand his stubbornness. When I had nothing to say, when it was news time, I went to the living room to watch TV, distracted by the well-dressed host, and let him pass all kinds of reports in my ears.Negative fertility, low consumption, rising energy demand, all that.

"Alan!" I called his name and shook the silver bell, "Stop cleaning the room. Come and sit next to me."

After a while, he came out after washing his hands, and sat on the sofa next to me to watch the news broadcast with me.I sat for a while, and gradually fell asleep and fell asleep. The TV was broadcasting that the president was inspecting a certain area. For some reason, I felt that he was somewhat similar to the host just now.

Soon I went back to my room to sleep, and a few minutes before I fell asleep, I vaguely recalled some stories. When I woke up the next day, my thoughts before going to bed melted into the air like dew.

Speaking of the factory where I work, the business is getting better and better. The number of robots sent for repairs has doubled compared to before. I guess it is because people’s laziness is reflected in all aspects of life, and the use of machines has reached an unprecedented level. They The workload doubles, and the probability of failure naturally doubles.I have been working for a long time and my shoulders are sore. I took advantage of a little free time to sneak to the back door of the factory.

The back door is a remote alley, sandwiched between tall buildings on both sides, it is dark and cool during the day, and it is not sad to have no air conditioner in midsummer.

I was blowing a thin draft, sitting on the steps reading a book on a tablet, a girl passed by me and dropped a silk scarf.I picked it up and ran after it, calling her after.The girl turned her head, revealing a beautiful and young face.It's not a typical beauty, her eyebrows are slender and slightly flat, but it matches her mysterious and calm demeanor very well.She thanked me and left, and I went back to the steps and thought, before I buried my head in my book, that girl had eyes like a fox.

99. Machine 14

In a book I once read, an interesting concept was put forward: imagine that time is a loop, and it goes all the way forward and goes to the past.All events in the world are staged thousands of times in this time cycle.

Sometimes I think that maybe time is really circular, which can easily explain why at certain moments and certain scenes, I feel that everything in front of me seems to be familiar, and what is in front of me seems to have happened in my memory, that kind of inexplicable Familiarity can easily give people the impression of space-time confusion.

My sense of déjà vu is increasing. Some people I have never met give me a sense of familiarity. I am very familiar with scenes I have never experienced. When I read a news report, it seems that a vivid picture of the scene directly appeared in front of me.

Until the ice age of the sixth year.

It is now December, and it is said to be winter. Under the influence of the temperature controller of the underground constant temperature, every day is like a spring night. The appropriate temperature is neither cold nor hot. You can wear single clothes or add a thin coat. Such a cozy night. On the 26th, I leaned on the armchair and read the news pushed by my mobile phone. More than 100 cold fonts, bloody pictures, and two bloody water lily-like father and daughter in the bathtub.

On the 27th, the news rushed to report the news of the president's suicide, and then the major social media went viral, and the son of the president, a famous host, went crazy in the live broadcast.It was then that I fully remembered what I had neglected for so long.

Certain deeds and persons I have heard in Allen's story.He told me five stories in five days, and I listened to them all, and I discovered that Alan was by no means a simple robot butler.

I was so angry that he wanted him to show me the truth of the world, but soon, the anger dissipated without a trace, leaving only a blank space, and I forgot why I was angry.I still remember what Alan explained, and what he didn't explain was full of holes—but it never occurred to me to explore, as if my mind could not help slipping away from those doubts, and a whisper told me, "Let it go. Right. That's the world you live in. There's nothing wrong with it here."

Even though Allen had given me so many clues, even if he never hid it from me, it took me another year to remember to solve this mystery.

Allen said: "Reset identity, structure life, subconsciously set never to doubt the authenticity of the world, and they become native residents of the new world." I guess I can't be exempt, like an extra line of code in my head , Self-refusal to discover abnormalities in this world.

I called Allen into the room and asked him to stand upright in front of me to be looked at. This scene overlapped with a scene a year ago: his limbs were dismantled, blood flowed all over the floor, and he told me that this was an artificial world.

How can I forget this?

Alan waited silently, ready for me to lift the last curtain.

"The story you told me," I finally said after a long silence. "You tell me that's true in a way."

"Yes."

"They're happening right now. Do you see the future, or does the future repeat itself?"

"The future is unpredictable."

"So you're resetting the time?"

After getting an affirmative answer, I thought about it and asked the most important question: "Alan, even a man-made world must be bound by the rules in reality. Why do you have such great authority?"

When we came back from the ground to the ground, there was a distance of hundreds of meters. He only took me up fifteen steps; he changed the climate as he wanted; he could grasp everyone's data in real time; Simply explained by a "supreme authority", they are not even likely to happen in a real world.What's more, no sane person would hand over such a vast land to a machine unless there is something wrong with the world itself.

"Tell me everything," I demanded.Besides, he never seemed to want to hide it.

He obeyed as a matter of course, as if I was still his master and he had been looking forward to this moment for a long time.

"Have you ever heard of 'brain in a vat'?" After I denied it, he had to start from the beginning.

——"In that good world, an experiment called 'brain in a vat' was done with death row prisoners." He narrated, just like the previous five stories with no beginning and no end, he described this world in the same tone true.

"To completely anesthetize a living person, take out his brain and put it in an incubator. The brain can still function normally and respond to stimuli. When it is told that it is no longer a human being and is just an organ, it will radiate fear and sadness. The signal. This is enough to show that the human brain can survive alone after being separated from the body. After clarifying this important information, the next step is how to choose to build a suitable 'tank'. When you master the human consciousness into a constructed When using the world's technology, everything will be solved."

"Direct deprivation of life will cause public opinion, but even if the body is gone, as long as the brain is still active, it should still be considered alive. Out of humanitarianism, they must choose a suitable shelter for the brains of these prisoners. In reality Land is very precious, so the virtual world is a