don't open your eyes [unlimited]

The "dream" in the subconscious world exists absolutely and cannot be changed.

The trajectory of the real world may be diverted due to any slightest change, leading to a completely different future...but the original trajectory will not disappear.

It just no longer belongs to "reality", but still exists in the subconscious ocean.

Like an invisible turbulent undercurrent, lingering in the deepest part of the collective unconsciousness.

Maybe it will linger like this forever, or it may wash up on the beach at a random time coordinate without warning.

...these theories are still too obscure after all.

Zero vigorously wiped away the falling ice rain, and followed behind the young pioneer of the other side.

They passed through the hideous torrential rain without stopping.

The sky above seemed to be filled with deep shadows, and those dark clouds were growing uncontrollably and infinitely, as if they could engulf everything at any time.

The kindergarten was temporarily closed, and all the "cocoons" automatically turned on the first-level alert, and the huge information flow wrapped the newborn consciousness in an airtight manner.

Glacier fell silent like never before.

Only when you really encounter the trajectory line belonging to a world, you can realize how huge it is, and it is even difficult to define and describe it with "line".

There seemed to be an invisible giant net in the air, revealing a frightening chill.

It wasn't the clear and penetrating cold that I've gotten used to after staying here for a long time, but the wanton coldness seeping out from the depths of my subconscious mind, as if it could freeze everything in an instant.

——There is the simplest explanation that can explain exactly what happened.

There is such a dream.

In the dream, the deep blue sky finally turned into dead blackness, and no one could tell the boundary between clear water and sky.

The spectacular glacier that stretches endlessly has completely disappeared, leaving only floating ice floes that are melting.

Because of the ridiculous delusions of careerists, the world has such a dream.

Everything in the dream has completely come to an end, the reality is overturned, the glaciers melt, the surging sea completely swallows everything, and the liberated time wheel runs over every corner out of control.

The dream was washed ashore by an undercurrent.And what they have to do is the same as every mission.

——Enter a dream, crack a dream.

It's just that it's not a few parties who are trapped in the dream this time, nor is it the dreamer who is trapped in a cocoon.

They are to rescue a swallowed glacier from a dream.

They want to save the afterlife from the dream.

……

No. Zero has never completed such a difficult task.

He tried his best to fix his body on an unowned ice floe. The chill not only eroded from the outside to the inside, but also slowly spread from the depths of his subconscious.

As if unaware of all this, he closed his eyes, constantly adjusted his cognition, and erased all the pictures he saw in his consciousness.

Zero builds an island in his mind.

Only individuals who have produced the concept of "I" have the ability to produce real "cognition" - and modifying cognition is originally the most effective means to solve the dream realm.

This is a world determined by cognition, he can do many things, as long as he can convince himself.

Zero mobilized all his mind and concentrated on imagining that scene.

——This is not an ice floe, but a small island in the sea, where they can have a temporary safe place to stay.

——The sea water is infinitely close to the freezing point, and the raging rainstorm is actually a blizzard, and there will be no ice floes to melt.

——There is a way to escape the dream from the deep sea.

Zero opened his eyes, he nodded with the little curly standing in front of him, and looked at the sea water not far from them.

There, the unscrupulous turbulent waves were forcibly blocked by an unknown force. That force brazenly stirred the entire sea area, and a vortex formed by turbulence appeared.

Zero picked up a small rock and threw it into the vortex.

It didn't take long before there was a response from the other side.

Amidst the clanging sound of ice edges colliding, a piece of broken ice was stirred out by the sea against the turbulent eddy current, completely crushed into a cold powder, and rushed to the edge of the island along with the waves.

Zero raised his gaze and exchanged glances with the young pioneer beside him.

...it worked.

The crushed ice thrown from the opposite side can pass through the vortex in the opposite direction, which means that his cognition has indeed modified part of this dream, and opened up a temporary exit here.

Through this exit, the ice floes trapped in the dream can be sent out.

……

One after another, the pioneers from the land of the dead quickly sank into the deep sea.

They kept salvaging the floating ice floating in the sea, wrapped it into a simple "cocoon" with information flow, sent it into the vortex, and then sent it into the depths of the world - where it has not yet been swallowed by dreams.

There is no communication of any kind and no communication is required.

The actions of these pioneers on the other side should not even be described as "tacit understanding".

Completely undisturbed, they carried out their parts methodically, like different parts of the same body.

No. Zero observed the progress of the rescue, and continued to modify and adjust his cognition, and couldn't help but look at the young pioneer beside him who was gesticulating like flying fingers on the virtual screen.

... He knew that the little curly hair was absolutely special among these pioneers.

If every pioneer from the other side can be understood as a different part of a body, then the location of the little curly hair must be the brain.

At this moment, Number Zero finally vaguely understood the calculation logic of the first cocoon.

In the most ideal state, after the "self" of the experimental subject is completely wiped out, although the ability of cognitive modification is lost, at the same time, it is no longer restricted by the self.

These pioneers on the other side will not be afraid and desperate because of the situation in front of them, and they will not lose motivation because of fear and despair.They're just absolutely focused on the task at hand—even if it's a sea of ​​repetitive work with little end in sight.

Under the sole command of the "brain", they can completely follow the planned trajectory and complete all tasks without any mistakes.

Unfortunately, in the real world, there is no such "ideal state"...

Number zero was suddenly firmly protected by the little curly hair that rushed over.

The water suddenly surged fiercely, sweeping the ice floes without warning.He snapped back to his senses, raised his arms to embrace the young pioneer who had helped him block most of the undercurrent, and avoided the large chunks of crushed ice.

The icy water roared and choked his mouth and nose, and the water level suddenly increased, suddenly engulfing the temporary exit.

Cognition was forcibly erased, and the violent churning pain in his mind swallowed his consciousness.

……

Waking up from a brief coma, Zero found himself being held in the arms of Little Curly.

They found another piece of ice floe to temporarily settle down. The dark and cold sea water had already reached their chests, and the water level was still rising.

Zero tried to use cognition to modify the environment twice, but found that this time it had no effect.

His consciousness was still a little drowsy, and he wanted to try again, but his swollen temples were covered with cold fingers.

"Captain." Little Curly called him softly.

Zero woke up to his voice.

He propped up his body and exchanged glances with Little Curly, his heart sank involuntarily.

...they both thought of the same thing.

The failure of the modification at the cognitive level shows that this is not a simple dream, nor is it an abandoned trajectory.

This dream is "the future".

The actual technological development is not enough, and the actual self-help will still fail.

This giant ship full of human beings is sailing step by step along time to a destruction completely swallowed up by the subconscious, and as the shadow of the giant ship, they entered that future ahead of time.

"At least take everyone out first."

Zero looked around: "In the real world, there are still three years before the dream changes, and there is still a chance to modify the trajectory."

The water level is still rising, and there is not much ice left to settle on.A lot of ice floes have already been broken in the violent collision, so they can't just wait without doing anything.

If this continues, not only some of the glaciers and pioneers trapped here, but even the entire realm of the dead will sink into this nightmare blessed by the entire trajectory of reality.

The little curly raised his eyes: "Is there a way?"

Zero pondered for a while, then nodded slightly.

He took the young pioneer into his arms, closed his eyes, and experienced this huge dream.

... There is another way.

He actually hated his so-called "teacher" very much.

It wasn't because of the endless torture of the other party, nor was it because of those exhaustive experiments - what he couldn't accept was the other party's attitude towards human nature, and the paranoid madness that dragged everyone into it for a ridiculous ambition .

But even so, there is still one thing he can't deny at all... Many of the methods he knows that will be evaluated as "crazy" are indeed learned from the other party.

Number Zero twitched the corner of his mouth in a self-deprecating manner, and then completely let go of all concepts about himself.

Amidst the chaotic raging surge, a tiny stream of water appeared again.

The current became more pronounced and stronger, until at last it became irresistible in a eddy more swift and violent than before.

Countless pieces of ice floes of different sizes were swallowed in an instant.

Those submerged glaciers have also become independent floes wrapped in information flow under the division of pioneers.

The next moment, all of them were suddenly swept up by the turbulent water.

The low-hanging gloomy sky and the sea are almost in one place, and even the clouds are dragged by the swirling airflow.

The dragon that connected the sky and the sea absorbed water and was surrounded by lightning, mercilessly smashing up groups of deep black shadows.Countless layers of clear ice were wrapped in information flow, sending out this dream.

……

The young pioneer subconsciously folded his arms, only to find that the opponent's body was leaking out of his arms.

Zero opened his eyes, and stroked those little curly hairs a little apologetically.

His consciousness is already close to the touch of sea water, but he can still maintain the most basic outline...for the time being, he won't become a puddle of water that can't be gathered together.

"Little Curly, listen to me." Number Zero said softly, "Listen to me."

"In our world, there is also a cocoon... You find a way to pass all the data to it, forcing it to simulate a future trajectory of the world."

No. [-] said: "Try to add some embellishments to the way of expression. A little more beautiful, a little more tragic, and the storyboard can refer to the movie, how to shake the soul, how to do it, the real world people like this."

"My teacher, can you find his consciousness? I know you can see my memory... Well, I don't mind this."

Zero lowered his eyes and smiled: "I'm just afraid that those memories are too embarrassing to keep you."

The little curly looked at him with wide eyes.

He didn't listen to No. [-]'s dissuasion, and stubbornly reached out to fish, but he couldn't hold the other's body no matter what.

Zero continued to speak, those voices could not be heard clearly through the water, like a dream.

"Choose a few different time points, the past is fine, the present and the future are also fine, and let him have this dream..."

Zero said, "That's all I can think of."

Zero's voice was very soft: "I'm sorry."

He didn't know if this was going to work, or how exactly to do it so that the real world wouldn't sink into such a future at the end.

All he can do is to give up on himself, let his consciousness merge with this dream, become the dreamer of this dream, and then sink into the depths of the subconscious ocean forever with this dream.

...This is probably not any track that the little curly hair has seen.

Zero smiled bitterly in his vague consciousness.

Perhaps this is what makes "reality" unique.

It doesn't necessarily follow any kind of trajectory, and it may change direction due to any disturbance... Sometimes these changes are good, sometimes bad, sometimes exciting surprises, and sometimes nothing Unguarded parting.

It's kind of bad that he's totally incapable of dealing with any kind of separation.

Senhan's coldness spread deep in his consciousness, and a thick frost grew.

Zero tried to write on those frosts, fulfilling his last promise: "We have a legend... Butterfly Dreams Zhuang Zhou, Zhuang Zhou Dreams Butterfly, I think this is very similar to us... You should break the cocoon, break the cocoon You should have wings, too."

He promised to give the other party a nice name.

He controlled the flow of water and wrote "Zhuang" crookedly. When he was about to write the second character, his eyes suddenly froze.

...a thin silver thread dangled in the water, wrapped around his finger at one end.

He was all too familiar with these thin, shiny silver threads.

They are the "cocoons" of the little curls.

I don't know why, but the consciousness bodies in the same period gradually matured. Only Xiao Curly still kept his own cocoon, and kept filling it with all the information that could be collected. Anyone who asked was just mysteriously Said it would be useful to keep it.

Number Zero suddenly had an idea that he had never thought of before.

He was held tightly by strong anxiety and raised his eyes.

…Young pioneers are quick learners.

"The level of technology in the real world is not enough." Little Curly didn't hide anymore, and checked his memory carefully, "Captain, is it because of this?"

Zero was speechless, his consciousness was on the verge of disintegration, and he could only stare at the figure in front of him motionlessly.

More and more silvery threads tangled up, pulling him away from this dream, and those thin threads felt like soft little rolls of wool.

"We will encounter this dream because it will continue to develop according to the current trajectory, and one day in the future, all this will really happen in the real world."

Little curly hair has already adapted to their concept of time: "Because the 'cocoon' in the real world is not technologically advanced enough, whether it is your current cocoon or the second-generation cocoon three years later..."

While speaking, the young pioneer has quickly learned how to integrate consciousness into dreams through his memory.

Little Curly pulled out the thin thread, tied a bow on his wrist, and gave him the remaining cocoon.

Zero was definitely looking at him.

The little curly hair controlled the water flow and filled in the second word.

He has a very nice name.

"...Then iterate again."

Zhuang Die raised his eyes: "Use this as your three-generation cocoon."

"I will take charge of this dream." He said, "Captain, you will take charge of the world..."

The consciousness of the Realm of the Dead must rely on the cocoon to maintain stability. Without the protection of the "cocoon", the young pioneer on the other side quickly disappeared in the rushing water.

Zero finally regained his ability to move. He threw himself forward, but nothing could stop him.

Water flowed through his fingers.

Those extraordinarily beautiful, silvery soft thin threads formed a strong cocoon, which stubbornly protected his whole body.

Countless strange memories poured into his mind like a tide.

...all tracks have this scene.

This is not an accident, in all possibilities, the little curly gave him the "cocoon".

The consciousness that fails to break out of the cocoon will fall into the void space, which is a world that is even more blank than the depths of the glacier-lost all memory, experience and cognition, and the conscious body will float alone in the void until it finds an exit.

This section of the trajectory was hastily circled and marked as "a moment".

The shadow of Zhuang Die bent his eyes, looked at him with sparkling eyes, and happily held his hand without hesitation.

Gentle force pushed him out of the dreamland.

……

Ling Su sat up suddenly.

His clothes were already soaked in cold sweat, and his whole body was terribly cold.

He reached into his pocket and fumbled slowly.

The recorder is gone.

He bent his fingers stiffly, and gently held the soft, warm, silvery cocoon.

Surrounded by a pure white space, a virtual screen floated in front of him, on which appeared the association's official and common bold standard handwriting.

[Test results to be determined. 】

[Scan judgment: Highly dangerous. 】

"Keep what's in the left pocket of your jacket."

The cold mechanical voice sounded: "Leave it, you can pass the test and wake up with your eyes open."