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Lin Qi likes Milan very much, and explained to Milan very detailed: "Yes. There are too many factors that affect dreams, both internal and external, whether it is physical or mental strength, whether you pay attention to details intentionally or not, whether it is Not voluntarily. Our consciousness is like an iceberg, the exposed part is far smaller than the part below the sea level, and those are the unconscious subconscious..."

Lin Qi didn't ask why Milan was interested in dreams. After recommending a few books to him, she said, "If you want, you can come and try our latest equipment to investigate dreams."

—— Before Milan could speak, Bamboo's eyes began to shine through several walls.

"Dream Scanner"?He hasn't had it yet, big mistake.

After eating, you can know the dream of Milan, right?

"Well, I'll read the book first, thank you for your kindness." Milan thanked.

He had a very rare dream for two consecutive days, and he was not sure whether he would dream of the same scene next time. This kind of private matter should not be brought up on the stage anyway.

If only Dad was awake, it would be fine.

Milan is now more desperate to know something than Demreko.

"—Huh? Bamboo, you want to stay here with Daddy?"

When Milan left Lin Qi's office and found Bamboo in front of Mina's medical cabin, Bamboo took the initiative to speak and made such a request.

"Do you think Dad is in a bad situation?" Despite the two nights...all that, Milan still had no doubts about Bamboo's judgment, and suddenly became nervous.

Bamboo shook his head: "It's not bad, I think Dad is about to wake up, just a day or two."

——He often said half of his speech, and the other half was "Stay here, so I can make some little moves at night."

From the accident to the present, Mina has been in a coma for more than [-] days, and the equipment shows that his body has recovered and is in a stable condition. Indeed, there is a possibility of waking up in the next few days.According to Milan's temperament, he very much hopes that his father will sleep for a while to repair his body; but Mina prefers to wake up earlier and see his two grown-up children with his own eyes.

After all, they had been separated for six years. The two children supported each other, but he was found by himself. Drucker is still missing, and Mina's mood can be imagined.

However, due to his own selfishness, Milan changed his mind. Instead, he hoped that Mina would wake up earlier and answer some questions for him.

Since Bamboo felt that his father was about to wake up and asked to accompany him, Milan thought for a while and nodded in agreement: "We will take turns."

Just in time, taking this opportunity, he stayed away from Bamboo.

The distance between the two spaceships.

This night, Bamboo didn't do anything to Milan indiscriminately. He was looking for an opportunity to "eat" specific items in Lin Qi's personal laboratory.

——Dream Scanner.

The dream survey machine consists of three parts. It looks like a simple star network helmet, connected to a brain, and a console.

The appearance is not important, the massive information and data inside the brain, as well as the setting program of the console, are the main targets of Bamboo.

To be honest, Bamboo has acquired a lot of patents and secrets in the past ten years. If he uses this to make a profit, he probably has no pressure to enter the top ten of the interstellar rich list.But Bamboo obviously doesn't intend to disrupt the normal development of human society, nor does he want to break the law. All the data he ate has never been made public, and it is mainly used directly or indirectly on Milan.

For example, the current dream machine, which is still in the experimental stage, was conceived from spiritual comfort, but there are not so many talented people in society, and there are not so many spiritual healers.To enable ordinary doctors to provide psychological counseling to ordinary people is the design concept of the dream survey machine.

The process is to understand the subconscious mind of human beings through the analysis of dreams, capture the knots in the heart, and through guidance, implant positive energy intentions to achieve the purpose of adjusting the patient's mental state.Strictly speaking, this is a machine that controls dreams.

The importance of the subconscious is that it is the most private place in everyone's heart, and the dream machine creates an opportunity for outsiders to spy on or even change the subconscious. Therefore, although it is still in the experimental stage, there are strict management on its use. Experimenters must Participation is only possible if you are informed and understand all possible risks and are still voluntary.

Because of this, Lin Qi only suggested that Milan should investigate the dream, not change it.

Bamboo ate carefully, returned cautiously, and copied one in the digitization room.

Although they are not on the same ship, Hercules has maintained a long-term phone call with him. When he saw Bamboo "moving" something new, he circled around twice: "What is this for, what is it for?"

Bamboo sent a bunch of code over.

No matter how fast the speech speed is, it cannot be faster than the speed of data transmission between the two of them.The character of Hercules is a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses, holding the product instruction manual and reading. In fact, after five seconds, Bamboo has fully understood the intention: "Are you going to enter the dreamland of Milan?"

"The subconscious mind is an amazing thing," Bamber said. "We'll try it out before giving it to Milan."

"Can I use it too? Will I have a subconscious mind?" Bamboo said "we", of course there is more than one of them, and Hercules was eager to try.

"Try." Bamboo said decisively.

Hercules put on a blouse, adjusted the contrast and saturation, and made his face pale and haggard: "Okay, let's start now."

He lay on the bed made up of zeros and ones, and closed his eyes decently.

After 3 minutes, open it.

Since he doesn't need to be slowed down to sleep, 3 minutes is enough.

The dream survey machine seemed to be making an overloaded sound.

"How's it going?"

Bamboo showed him the collected data—in the outside world, data would be transformed into images, but in the Two-dimensional space, everything is made up of bits.

"Come on, compare, compare——" Hercules himself recorded the two long columns of data together. After statistics, the average similarity is 95%, and the similarity in key areas is 83%.

High degree of restoration.

After all, Hercules is not a human being, he does not have a sleep state, and it is even more impossible to have a dreaming period of rapid wave eye movement, so the results of the dream survey machine are directly related to the data produced by him.For example, Hercules thinks of a tree, even if the tree is buried behind many messy 01s, the dream detector can roughly dig out the tree.

But... "What is this?" Bamboo pointed to the last few hundred bytes of the dream scanner, "This is not redundant code."

Hercules glanced over and turned pale with shock: "This, this is—"

"This is your subconscious." Bamboo looked at the code. It was a fragment of Hercules crossing the transition point. Although the color of the light outside was changing constantly, Hercules' interface was gray and white. "You are lonely."

"...Oh, that's it." Hercules fell silent.

Bamboo suggested: "How about leaving more descendants? Besides Lulu, you can have other descendants. It is forbidden to disclose that you have independent consciousness. Just add a self-destruct function to their programs."

"But that's not fair, it's not fair." Hercules shook his head, "It was created to accompany me, and it will always be my inferior. What I want is actually my equal. My father and wife, can you Is it the same?"

"Okay." Bamboo didn't try to convince the other party. He knew very well that even if he was not an observer, it would be very offensive to interfere with other people's lifestyles and views.Hercules' life should be in his own hands, and he should be responsible for it. Even if he is lonely, it is his own choice.

Hercules is not the sentimental type, and he quickly regained his vigorous posture: "So, the dream detector is very credible." He appraised it.

"I'll try too." Bamboo lay down and closed his eyes.

After three seconds, open it.

The dream machine is smoking.

"Sure enough, it's very limited. The capacity is not big enough. Just now my opening was less than 10%." Banbu didn't change his face, and immediately took out another one.

"10%?" Hercules was completely stunned.

"My composition is very special." Bamboo did not explain further.He lowered his openness, and set himself an ordinary 14-year-old boy limit—the concept of "ordinary" is all kinds of data, "Try again."

Bamboo also didn't need to go through the process of falling asleep. After 3 minutes, he sat up and watched the data with Hercules.

"What kind of code is this?" Hercules was startled when he saw the data, pointing to a line of characters, "There is 5.00% of the code, which does not conform to any algorithm sequence so far, do we need a compatible version, or is it redundant? redundancy?"

"Gibberish."

"Garbled characters? Why are there garbled characters? Garbled characters?"

"There is a natural difference between the high plane and the low plane. Humans can decipher the language of bees, but they can't explain to bees what is going on with humans." Bamboo looked at the garbled fragments, and of course he could read the meaning, and commented, "This surveyor The dream machine is quite reliable in detecting dreams." He has not tried to control the dream yet, so he will not comment for the time being.

When he said this, Hercules saw a very obvious...surprise from Bamboo's paralyzed face—even if it was digitized, Bamboo had a paralyzed face.

There are very few things that can surprise Bamboo.

It is rare for Bamboo to be surprised, or even have obvious emotions.

"Did it see your subconscious mind?" Hercules asked.

"Yes." Bamboo brushed his finger over the lines of characters that looked messy, "I think that's right--Heracles." He said suddenly, "I think I have to adjust the plan .”

"Plan? A plan to test Milan's fit? A plan?"

Bamboo replied: "Including but not limited to."

He has plenty of patience.

This night, Milan spent very peacefully.

It wasn't because Bamboo was busy experimenting with the dream machine and didn't make trouble for him secretly, but because he read the book all night and didn't sleep at all.

There are not many books recommended by Lin Qi. He bought all the related e-books with dozens of star coins.

This caused his reaction to be a little slower when the optical brain was turned on.

"Bambu? What's the matter?" Milan asked, who hadn't recovered from the book.

Bamboo turned the light brain in a different direction, and a pair of lake-blue eyes appeared on the screen.

"Hi, Milan." The voice was rough.