Water lanterns and dreams in 1 nights

A better choice. "Alan smiled melancholy: "They chose me to run this little strange world. "

"Because everyone here has only brains left in real life, so you can immediately recognize that I am not the same person." He has all the data.

"This is a special new world. If it is not through the government's special machine that connects the brain to this place, it is impossible for outsiders to invade here; and if you are also stripped of your brain and put in, it is impossible for me not to receive your message." Data. Then it can only be a certain brain that was originally connected to a completely new consciousness in an instant."

"So you found me."

"So I found you."

I quietly digested his words for a while, and I must admit that this was completely unexpected. "You could have told me that earlier."

"But wouldn't that make you lose the fun of the process of discovering the truth?" Alan walked behind me and massaged my shoulders. His palms were as warm, stable, and even loyal as ever.Even if it is a fictional world, he is the supreme master here, and he is using these hands to relieve my muscle fatigue.What an overkill.

"I noticed that you have stopped thinking about suicide for a while."

I ignored his words, and then asked, "What's the point of resetting this world?"

"They're dying too fast," Allen confessed. "I told you. When they're all dead, there's no point in my existence. So I have to let them decrease a bit slower. Die here, reality The world is brain-dead, and the administrators there will remove the life-support facilities and let them die completely. So I established a circulation system. The moment everyone here dies, their consciousness will be sealed. Just format the world and people's consciousness and reset it to the very beginning."

"Under what circumstances would you start a loop?"

"When the numbers are down to [-] percent. They can do it very quickly. I told you, they are very destructive."

"Is it the same development every time?"

"Not necessarily so. I just reset, not cycle. Sometimes the president is in power, and he can survive in this world for a while; sometimes the mayor is in power, and he is an outright profiteer. He sells drugs, kills people, and corrupts the world; Sometimes female students organize rebellion; sometimes maids kill the mayor; sometimes the plague rages; sometimes all diseases are temporarily overcome, but when the wealth and freedom of the lower classes are squeezed to a certain extent, wars will occur. No matter who wins or loses, As long as there is a contrast between strength and weakness, the world is a mess."

"Children born here... are they real?"

"To put it bluntly, the brain cannot reproduce." Allen said that all the children here are the products of the genetic simulation of both parties.

That's why he said that there is no innocent person here.The truth of this world is incomparably absurd.

I was silent for a while, and then I continued to ask him, "Can machines steal lives too?"

"A machine that can think will."

"Can a thinking machine fall under the program of love so easily?"

"Could it be?" He wanted to avoid the question.

I ordered him to answer.

"Whatever you give from your generous hand, I accept. I ask for nothing more."

It was a poem I read.

The farther a person drifts at sea, the more he will think of the shore.I am immersed in the complicated worlds, and I miss the original peace more than ever.Before the age of 14, a day was a day, no extra worries, no inexplicable persecution, I was just a simple young man, although not so emotional, but I managed it, and even made some friends.

I missed those moments, so I frequently practiced Chinese characters in my mother tongue and recalled the poems I had read. When I didn't pay attention, Alan heard it and recited it.Is this a manifestation of humanity?

He said those children were fake products of genetic simulation, but whether it was the patricide girl, the stoic cornflower teenager, the fox-eyed schoolgirl, or the president's sex-addicted anchor son, none of them sounded fake .From Ellen's description of their actions, I could even trace back the causes and motives behind the cruel actions.Can a simple simulation do this?Or is it true that technology in the real world has developed to such a degree that people can't tell the difference between real people and virtual reality.

Just like at this moment, I am also a little confused whether what Allen did came from the setting, or his heart that should not exist.

100. Machine 15

We looked out of the window, and people passed by the door in groups. Their smiles, expressions, postures, and the postures of this world are all vivid and lifelike, which makes it hard to believe the virtuality here.I looked down at the palm of my hand, the fine veins, the swirl in the center of the fingerprint, none of which gave away the secret.

"If you hadn't said it out, I would have spent my whole life unable to see through the truth here."

In the final analysis, does the key to distinguish reality from illusion lie in the body or in consciousness?

At the beginning of the long journey, I thought I was dreaming lucidly, and every death was waking up, and the world in which the body lived was the reality.But as the time I lived in the dream gradually increased, I lived five lifetimes in the dream; in the world where my body resides, I am only a 14-year-old and five-day-old boy. Judging from the length of time alone, the reality I thought was shorter It's like a dream.

Ever since Alan unmasked the truth for me, I've had to think of more.I began to think that the mind is more important than the body.Then a new problem arises.

If the consciousness of the brain can be transmitted to the Internet, it means that human consciousness can be digitized.If the consciousness is backed up, even if the brain dies, the backup will remain.So, is such a backup considered a human being, or is it just a piece of residual data?

If it counts, are the children simulated with consciousness considered human beings?Do robots count?

Does Allen count?

If he's just a product of data, his professed love and devotion to me are too personal: if he's human, he's an artificial product through and through.

With more and more doubts, I wanted to look up at the sky, but I only saw the dome inlaid with countless light balls in the underground world.The artificial light made me feel unreal and kind of boring. "Alan, if I speak, are you willing to destroy all consciousness in this world for me? Including real people and simulated children."

"As long as you propose."

"Don't care that you disappear because of this?"

"Rather, I never existed before you."

His unhesitating answer deepened my doubts.

I didn't really ask him to do that, just to put all his consciousness into a deep sleep.

"Remake this world for me and make it more beautiful."

After hearing what I said, Allen leaned out of the window. He muttered something, and the underground sky suddenly opened a huge gap along the direction of the main road. The crack continued to deepen and elongate, as if the dome was cracking, gradually From that gap the real sky was seen.Then it began to rain, falling from the ground to the ground. The artificial materials where the rain fell seemed to be corroded, exposing the real soil layer, and then green grass quickly grew out of the brown soil.Just like the ripples caused by water droplets falling into the lake, this greenery quickly spread to the surrounding area, and tiny white flowers bloomed.

The people in the room went outside, exposing their bodies to the clear rainwater. Once the rainwater touched the flesh, it immediately corroded and festered, revealing the white bones. Teeth are exposed to air.People were solemn and silent, walking silently and slowly on the way to the central square.The rain continued to fall until the walking crowd transformed into a complete group of bones. They walked toward their destination obediently, like a group of rats lured by a magic flute to jump into a river.

We came downstairs and walked around this huge procession without an umbrella, but not a drop of rain splashed on me.In the wide circular square in the center of the underground, those bones lay down, spliced, constructed, or dismantled the bones of their companions, and deconstructed them into steps in a regular manner. They have their own set of procedures, bending the hollow The ribs are removed from the spine, and fragmentary bones are stuffed into them to make them the cornerstone of the bedding; the complete and regular bones such as the humerus, tibia, radius, and fibula are used as the framework of the building, and a concerted effort is made to build a building. Bone stairs to the ground.

We sat in the cafe next to the square and enjoyed the rain. When the project was completed and the rain stopped, we walked to the bone group. I looked up and watched the white stretch all the way up, paved into a mountain road tens of meters high.I climbed up the stairs, and Alan followed me a step or two behind. When I was about to reach the top, I looked back at the underground world left behind. There was a verdant green everywhere, full of spring.

"Looks like spring is here early," I said, walking up the last few steps.

The top of the bone steps protruded a foot above the ground, and a throne made of bones stood on it. The first thing I smelled after walking up was a burst of intoxicating fragrance.Behind the throne is an ancient and huge elder tree. The crown of the tree is thick with branches and leaves, blocking the sun and clouds. From its luxuriant green branches, there are flourishing white flowers, and the fragrance is constantly lingering from the star-like flowers. to the tip of my nose.

I didn't sit on the throne of bones, I just stood by and watched