don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Accompanied by the severe headache, the disturbed memory gradually recovered.

……

He is taking his last personality model assessment before graduation.

During the evaluation, he was almost eroded by a lot of negative emotions. Before losing consciousness, he instinctively saved himself and returned to their home with the key.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the cocklebur medal inlaid on the shirt.

"Number zero." Without getting any feedback from him, the mechanical voice waited for a few seconds before continuing to sound, "You—"

"There's no such thing as a zero."

Ling Su said: "I will retire soon, and when I retire, I will get a very nice new name."

The space fell silent without warning.

Although it was just a voice that was completely synthesized and imitated by machines, it still seemed to reveal a little bit of human astonishment when the other party suddenly fell silent.

Ling Su stood up: "I decided to prepay the name first."

He walked to the virtual screen, raised his hand, and erased the writing on it.

The mechanical voice faintly reveals some anger: "Number zero!"

Ling Su didn't respond to the code name, he just found a random place in this space and sat down, closing his eyes.

The result of refusing to amend was no surprise at all, and he was soon thrown into a new dream.

He didn't care too much about the content of those dreams.

It may be that hundreds of novices are using him as a target to practice shooting, and the bullets smelling like gunpowder are comparable to the master of human body strokes, leaving him with countless tragic abnormalities, which are likely to heal automatically after a few seconds of delay scratches.

It could be that he was tied to some medieval altar, waiting to be burned as a heretic, but the blazing fire that had just started was chilled by a rain.

It may be that he was thrown into a coffin and buried alive, waiting for the air to run out in the dark and narrow space, only to find that he was actually a petrified vampire...

... Ling Su rewrote those dreams casually, not paying any attention to the anger brewing under the reminder of the mechanical voice.

He didn't waste any energy trying to find out the content of the dream, and he didn't make any resistance. He just lay motionless in the coffin according to the situation... He had more important things to do immediately.

Ling Su used all his mental strength to concentrate on strengthening the memories that were passing rapidly in his mind.

He looks like a miser wandering wildly by the beach.

Those golden, warm and bright fine sands are constantly being taken away by the sea water, no matter how much you use your hands to scoop them up and hold them, a handful of them will pass away quickly.

Everything in memory is rapidly fading, and more and more faces are blurred.

He quickly changed his strategy, just kept picking up those fine sands one by one, swallowing them every time he collected a handful.

The salty and slightly bitter feelings flowed through his consciousness, and he carefully hid them, using them to paint the same picture over and over again.

He draws his stars on the fine sand.

It was the most intelligent, lively, gentle, courageous consciousness he had ever seen.

Those little wool rolls would sometimes lie down obediently, and sometimes they would stand up excitedly because they solved a super difficult problem...but most of the time, they would softly rub against his palm, Mischievously drilled back and forth between his fingers.

He was supposed to be handed over to the collective consciousness of the other side, transformed into a massive flow of information and data for all "cocoons" to absorb.

But the young pioneer who picked him up didn't.

The star took the initiative to walk into his orbit, held his hand, and secretly led him back home.

……

Only now, he accidentally lost the key to go home.

Could it be lost in that dangerous dream... Was it accidentally dropped out of the pocket when a raging wave hit the face heavily, and was swept away by the rushing sea?

Or did it fall into the crevice where a floe broke and was not noticed in time, sending out that nightmare together?

Or when he almost gave up on himself and merged with that dream, he lost that precious anchor point, and those memories that were encrypted repeatedly...

Ling Su didn't let himself get lost in these complicated thoughts.

He has plenty of time to be upset and blame himself. If he was a parrot, he would probably be so frustrated that he couldn't help but pluck himself all the time, but now is not the time.

Now he must convert as much content as possible into long-term memory as soon as possible-he knows how to do it, repeated reinforcement will bring about changes in the structure and function of neurons, new synapses will form a grid, and the hippocampus will integrate This change goes from temporary to permanent...

...By this time, these memories will be preserved forever through changes in the brain structure.

This is no longer a part of the conscious world that can be changed at will.

If the consciousness can't remember, he will turn their memory into instinct, and use reality to save and record.

He must always maintain the clearest and firmest perception.

——In the world, there is one of the best pioneers.It was the best-looking young man with a curly head, the best-looking young man he had ever seen, the best kindergarten teacher assistant, and the lover he would definitely meet again in the future.

……

Upon regaining consciousness, he received a tenth "failure" rating.

He didn't know what kind of dreams he had, his consciousness seemed to have been completely crushed and reassembled countless times.

Those pains didn't seem to stop, they jumped on his nerves, as if they were cutting his brain one by one, he even faintly heard the intense sirens of the monitoring equipment in the real world.

Ling Su chose to refuse the revision indifferently.

He didn't have much time to pay attention to the noisy mechanical voice.

——He is trying to compare more details, and model the record player that Little Curly likes most in his mind intact.

He has already made a clear plan, and he must try to find an identical one to put in the office.

In this way, he can politely invite the other party to come to his office to listen to music after work, and then they will become more familiar with each other than before.

He needs to have a very stable residence, and the residence will continue to be decorated according to the original plan... Although it may not be able to satisfy the ultra-luxury chandelier and the bathtub with eighteen mechanical arms, he must be able to prepare a lot of slippers.

He has to act calm, calm, and unfamiliar when they meet, so that he won't scare the little curly who has left all the memories to him...

The soft and pleasant mood, as if exuding the sweet fragrance of cotton candy, was suddenly cut off.

Everything in front of my eyes turned back to a boring gray and white.

Ling Su sighed softly, looked down at the sudden extra needle hole in his elbow: "Teacher, what medicine did you inject me again?"

The mechanical voice didn't answer, and Ling Su didn't care, and stood up on the ground.

Although his memory was interrupted, he didn't feel angry or annoyed - because he was deprived of the ability to be angry and annoyed.President Yan and the first generation of cocoons worked together to create a mental hospital, which has the ability to completely quiet down the most manic people.

Ling Su could see his own emotions being sealed off, floating in places he couldn't touch.

He had seen that color once when he climbed a glacier with Curly to watch the sunrise.

It transitions from a quiet dark blue to a soft and clean light blue, mixed with a little reddish reflected by the clouds, and a little bit of golden bright orange emerging from it.

He guessed that it was probably a good dream that made people reluctant to wake up.

Ling Su lowered his eyes, he temporarily stopped planning for the future, and took the diary deep into his consciousness.

"I saved you."

The mechanical voice said in a deep voice: "Your consciousness is about to be swallowed up by out-of-control emotions—do you know what the consequences of this are?"

"It turned into a cloud, or a dream." Ling Su set up an awning and admired it carefully for a while, "If so, I must be the most beautiful cloud in the world."

Mechanical voice: "..."

Ling Su didn't look back until he had seen enough, and walked to the virtual screen.

He looked at the word "Unqualified" on the screen, and tapped twice with his fingers: "You hope I can pass the assessment...why?"

"You are the best experimental subject, the No.1 pioneer. As long as you pass the test, you can smoothly enter the association's senior positions."

The mechanical voice was silent for a moment, and then said persuasively: "Your danger does not come from yourself, but from the cocklebur you brought back during the pioneering operation."

"The cocklebur you brought back was judged to be a virus, and it has a very strange and completely unrealistic calculation logic. Its logic is not compatible with our 'cocoon', nor is it compatible with you."

The mechanical voice asked: "Why didn't you hand it over?"

Ling Su gently clenched the hand in his pocket.

He hid the soft cocoon in the cocklebur medal.

As planned, those sharp, barbed thorns were digging into his consciousness, which seemed to make one of the monitors nervous.

He shook his head and erased the writing on the screen: "Teacher, do you really think I'm not dangerous?"

The mechanical voice paused, but did not answer immediately.

"If you're not afraid of me, you don't have to pretend to be an AI program and talk to me."

Ling Su looked at the monitor, because he was temporarily stripped of all emotions just now, his eyes were a chilling light gray.

"You know I'm dangerous, but you still want to try to intervene in the process and let me pass the test as soon as possible - which means that if I fail the test, the consequences will be serious."

"What happens if I pass the test?"

"As long as I pass the test, I can successfully graduate from your teacher who "favors me very much", enter the association, and obtain a status with enough right to speak."

"With this identity, I can officially participate in the task project related to 'cocoon' not as an experimental subject."

"I can try to push the iteration and update of the original cocoon to make it what I see three years later, even better and better."

"That was my original plan."

Ling Su said: "Get your position, stop your crazy conspiracy, liberate the innocent experimental subjects, and put everything on the right track..."

The mechanical voice asked: "Why don't you do this?"

Ling Su raised his gaze.

There is no emotion in those calm, light gray eyes, only absolute reason and logic, the most beautiful scalpel.

"Because I want to deny this trajectory." Ling Su said.

The trap in this is a simple mind-set.He was trained in the first cocoon, and he was the instructor of the pioneers in the second cocoon, and everything was logical.

Anyone who has experienced all this will subconsciously think that the second generation cocoon can only be upgraded from the first generation.

But this is a thoroughly polluted model.

The first-generation cocoon—or the operational logic of the first-generation personality model allowed it to incorporate countless negative consciousness fragments belonging to human beings.Program calculations based on these fragments will never get a correct answer that can save the world.

"The future cocoon should not have any connection with the first generation."

Ling Su looked at the virtual screen: "The original theory should be completely overthrown, and the design and construction should be completely redesigned from scratch. Re-write the database, re-do the neural program, and re-develop."

"If I had known that the world line would be modified like this, I shouldn't be so fierce to the second-generation artificial intelligence..."

Ling Su twitched the corner of his mouth, raised his gaze, and said word by word: "The first generation of cocoon was wrong."

Following his utterance, the entire space seemed to be distorted by some kind of huge force.

A terrifyingly powerful force instantly swept through his entire consciousness, Ling Su's body gushed out countless blood lines, and he seemed to be rolled up by an invisible violent data flow, hanging in mid-air.

The previous "mechanical voice" disappeared, replaced by a colder, less emotional voice.

"You've become a part of me."

The first cocoon said, "You are my subroutine."

"That means I was wrong too." Ling Su coughed twice indifferently, "Negiate me too..."

He suddenly realized something, raised his eyebrows, raised his knife without warning, and cut off countless data streams that bound him.

Without those strings of data flow that were half restraint and half pulling, his consciousness fell heavily, and more cracks and gaps appeared.

Ling Su slightly tilted his head.

He put back his shattered arm, took out a needle from his bosom, put on the thread and sewed it with one hand, and tried to move it a few times.

He snapped his fingers with that hand, and brought out a parrot of the same color as that dream.

The parrot flapped its wings arrogantly, combed its feathers, and accurately picked out all the wrong options, repeating endlessly loudly.

On the virtual screen, the accumulated failures popped up continuously.

——This is what makes "machine" interesting.

Even if they may absorb a large number of fragments of consciousness and produce tendentious artificial intelligence.Or merge with some self-deluded careerist and become paranoid and crazy, like the regular villain in the popcorn movie...

But a program is a program, and the fixed edited part can never be changed by will.

If you make a wrong choice, you will definitely get a wrong result.

"You are afraid that I will fail the test, because countless people are following me."

Ling Su said: "I am not an ordinary student who just graduated. I am Chairman Yan's most proud student, and I have a promising future that is highly anticipated."

He said these without any tone, because it was so calm, it almost sounded like some kind of sarcasm.

"This is the only test that is publicly noticed. If I fail to pass, it means that before that, there were actually problems with every admission and promotion test."

"The more serious my problem is, the more dereliction of work you have done and the less credible the models you have made."

"The media won't care about more details, this is the most exciting breaking point."

"The student who is about to enter the association and is responsible for the psychological state of the whole people, and the president of the psychological association personally brings out a highly dangerous lunatic—this means that the entire association has seriously failed in its duties, and it means that the so-called 'absolutely objective' model is actually Can be changed and manipulated at will..."

Ling Su bit off the last thread: "Are you guys afraid of this?"

Just like the sudden outburst of rage just now, the first generation of Cocoon fell silent without warning.

Ling Su didn't care about that either.

He almost sewed himself back into a human form, turning the scalpel in a circle in the palm of his hand, and there was already a deep bone wound where the heart was.

Ling Su held the cocklebur carefully and planted it very carefully.

His emotions were momentarily taken away, and it made everything a terribly uninteresting pale.He can't perceive any feedback that belongs to self-consciousness, and can only rely on logic to judge the emotions he should have at the moment.

But it's not hard to judge at all.

This is the cocoon left by the little curly hair, if his calculation logic is not compatible, it is his fault.

If the calculation logic of the first generation cocoon is also incompatible, then the first generation cocoon is wrong.

……

Ling Su took care of the wound and put away the needle and thread.

The power of emotions is scary.

Especially for groups surrounded by anger and fear, this emotion will dominate everything, triggering a huge and violent chain explosion of unpredictable scale... In the end, almost no one will remember what the source of everything is .

He may or may not be completely consumed by the explosion, and perhaps on a not-so-bad trajectory, he retains his ability to think as a human being.

It was a graduation present from his teacher.

Ling Su stood up with support.

It was already difficult for him to stand still, and he had to half kneel on the ground.

He guessed that he was probably in a mess now, but he still decided to make himself look a little cooler at this commemorative moment...

"You are wrong." Ling Su said, "I am indeed dangerous."

"It's no use stripping away emotions."

Just as the perception of "spicy" does not belong to the sense of taste, but to the sense of pain, sadness and pain do not necessarily come from emotions.

"In the saddest and most painful times, even the most sane consciousness will do the craziest things."

Ling Su raised his eyes: "I'm so sad that I'm about to cry."

He held the scalpel backwards and slammed it hard against the boundary of the pure white space.

The scalpel completely destroyed the boundary it touched, turning the program there into a mess of discarded gibberish—that was the ability that the whole "experiment" had worked so hard to obtain for him.

No longer self-limiting, pure destruction and destruction.

They want him to have this ability, and they are afraid and afraid of this ability.This monster is kept in a cage most of the time, but no one knows that he is actually very good at picking locks.

He doesn't come out of the cage just because he is afraid of breaking things in the house.

Because there is a black-faced little sheep bouncing around him, trying to take a picture of him, and always calling him "Mr. Black Cat" disobediently.

A dazzling red warning jumped out on the screen.

At the point where the tip of the knife touches the boundary of the space, dense spider web-like patterns spread densely.

In the next second, everyone who was testing heard a crisp sound of breaking.

"Zero!"

Chairman Yan's voice was no longer concealed, and he rang hoarsely: "Think clearly! Are you going to destroy yourself too?! You—"

"Of course." Ling Su said.

Chairman Yan stopped talking in astonishment.

The alarm kept ringing in the space, and the sound of explosions and broken electric currents caused chaos in the normal operation of the program.

All personnel participating in the personality test had to be temporarily suspended and forced to exit from the testing room.

More and more people woke up from their dreams, opened their eyes, and looked around in confusion.

……

Ling Su stood up slowly.

He didn't seem to know the pain at all, and he didn't care what kind of dream he was going through.

He walked through the glistening knives, thorns, and uninhabited wilderness, and walked through the frozen soil buried with bones, letting these dreams leave all traces on him.

Ling Su walked forward without looking.

Every time he took a step, his scalpel poked heavily on the space he reached.

He intends to use himself as a lead, to destroy everything that exists, and he wants a brand new start.

He wants a new world to welcome his lover.