don't open your eyes [unlimited]

"Is there still such a thing?"

After Ling Su asked this sentence, he stood in the sight of the other two and coughed lightly.

He wasn't joking, he recalled it carefully for a long time, raised his hand and rubbed his neck: "I don't even remember myself."

Ling Su remembered things like being kicked out of this major and permanently banned from engaging in related industries, and he could also sort out the general cause and effect, so he didn't feel surprised when Yan Xun targeted him.

But even after listening to the complete description of what the other party said, Ling Su still had no impression.

"I was not in the test group at the time, and I haven't seen you..." Yan Xun said, "But I have seen the data, there is no mistake."

He was silent for a few seconds, but continued truthfully: "Seeing the data, I think you are simply unreasonable."

No one would do something so outrageous.

Like the principle of many holographic sleep cabins on the market, entering the model also needs to be connected with the cranial nerves.Performing a large number of tests in a short period of time places a severe burden on consciousness.

Even children know this very well, and it is even more impossible for Ling Su not to understand.

The association just wants Ling Su to do a few more tests. Even if Ling Su is unwilling to accept the correction, he only needs to accept the judgment given by the model and then choose to quit.

In Yan Xun's view, Ling Su was unreasonably struggling with the model - he refused to accept the correction, and refused to withdraw from the test, repeating the meaningless cycle like this.It was not until the early warning system of the program was triggered that he was forcibly kicked out of the testing process.

With such a level of chaos, Ling Su didn't go crazy, nor did he completely collapse at the level of consciousness, which is a lucky event with a very small probability.

"There is another possibility... Maybe it's not entirely because of luck."

The hypnotist at the side pondered for a long time, then suddenly looked at Ling Su: "Did you give yourself some hint?"

Yan Xun frowned: "What?"

"In principle, as long as you can hypnotize others, you can use the same method to hypnotize yourself."

The hypnotist said: "There is a special protection mechanism, which is to re-edit this memory through suggestion and other means."

This is not like casually modifying and erasing memories like in sci-fi movies, but doing some proper sorting and processing on the basis of the original memories that will not trigger the subconscious's own warning.

Expressed in a relatively easy-to-understand way, it is to pick out the material in the memory that is too deep and cannot be erased, and "make up a story" again to replace the original experience.

"This kind of suggestion is very difficult. I just know the principle, and I am not sure at all-but if it is successful, it means that a strong stimulus event that causes trauma can be treated without interfering with consciousness and cognition. Make a second revision."

The hypnotist said: "Through this method, you can make this event more relaxed, warm and everyday in memory...

Zhuang Die suddenly heard three familiar keywords: "Ah."

Ling Su: "..."

His mood suddenly became complicated, he raised his right hand, and slowly rubbed his neck: "Ah..."

When the hypnotist said this, the two of them actually came to their senses at the same time, remembering the re-edited version of this memory by Ling Su.

Ling Su once told Zhuang Die a story in front of the roasted cold noodle stall in the night market.

In Ling Su's memory, he was an anchor of late-night ghost stories for a period of time.

A late-night ghost story anchor who has been complained fifty times has no place to display his talent, so he packs up and leaves the radio station...

Ling Su thought for a few seconds: "So it's my own problem?"

It was his own definition of relaxed, warm, and everyday that interfered with the calculation logic of 'cocoon', that's why he lay in the coffin at the beginning of the game, and brought the little curly hair into the haunted house...

The hypnotist didn't hear his words clearly, and was stunned for a moment: "What?"

"It's okay." Ling Su shook his head deeply, "I'm reflecting on some cognitive issues..."

"Your cognitive and conscious levels are complete, this is just processing at the memory level."

The hypnotist didn't quite know what Ling Su was thinking, so he specially explained: "All the influence it brought to you has not been erased, and you are still whole."

In fact, when the hypnotist looked at Ling Su, he also had an intuition that only his peers had. If it wasn't for the need for crisis intervention to keep his consciousness from collapsing or becoming a lunatic, this person might not even have memory. Neither will be modified.

But turning around, this person would rather use this difficult and high-risk method to give himself a hint, and he would die with that model, but he would not accept the correction, nor would he accept the unqualified conclusion.

……

No matter from which point of view, this personality is indeed difficult to match the definition of "normal".

"Is your life... normal? I mean in reality."

The hypnotist looked at Ling Su, and carefully considered his words: "Do you feel a sense of alienation? Or is there an occasional emotional abstinence..."

Ling Su said without hesitation, "No."

"...Oh." The hypnotist responded, and quickly let out a sigh of relief, "Oh."

"Relax, I don't have PTSD."

Ling Su let go of the hand that was rubbing his neck, and returned to Zhuang Die's side.

He embraced his team members, and said seriously: "I can fully adapt to the environment, the interpersonal communication is very normal, the mood is stable, and the mood is good. I am not alienated at all. I am preparing to bring my team members home as guests tomorrow..."

The hypnotist also realized that he was worrying too much. No matter in terms of professional knowledge or related skills, the other party was probably stronger than himself, not weaker: "Okay, that's fine."

Ling Su just said the important part, and stopped talking regretfully.

"Since your life is completely normal now, there is no need to specifically trigger that memory."

The hypnotist heaved a sigh of relief, and smiled: "No matter what you say, fortunately, the first generation model has been abolished in time, and it didn't cause any more impact..."

In the middle of his speech, he found that the expressions of the people around him were not quite right, and he couldn't help being stunned: "What's the matter, what am I wrong?"

The hypnotist looked back and forth, and was about to ask Yan Xun for clarification, when his feet swayed slightly.

The constant slight knocking in the next room ceased.

"The puppets are going to be tidied up in this room."

Zhuang Die looked up: "Exchange, we will take Hei Ying away, and Wu Li will follow you."

Only then did the hypnotist think about the business, retracted his mind and nodded: "Okay."

Zhuang Die found Ling Su's hand to hold, and went back with him to the room where the furniture had been placed.

Hei Ying had that old rag doll, and seemed to no longer care about where he was going, but he just refused to let go, hugging all his things, and followed the two of them every step of the way.

……

Ling Su suddenly felt that this scene was a bit familiar.

He squeezed his neck, and unconsciously wanted to spin his legs around Zhuang Die again: "Little curly hair..."

Zhuang Die shook his head in advance.

He walked around in front of Ling Su, and was about to speak, when he suddenly heard another sound behind him.

Yan Xun did not leave with his partner, but followed.

Zhuang Die frowned and looked back at him.

"You already noticed it, didn't you?"

Before he could speak, Yan Xun took out a piece of paper from his pocket: "That's why you suddenly asked me if the hotel was not fully open..."

Yan Xun didn't continue, he held the paper tightly, his chest heaved and heaved, and he stared fixedly at Zhuang Die.

He had long realized that something was wrong with this dream, but before that, he hadn't noticed the source of this weird impression at all.

The hotel is indeed not fully open.

These 27 rooms are only used for internal testing. If all wooden grids are fully opened, there will be a total of 125 positions.

...can conduct personality assessments on 125 groups of testers at the same time.

And the design principle of those few lines of neural code is also very simple-the model cannot and will never be given the power to change consciousness.

Only the part that the tester voluntarily wants to give up will be hidden in the subconscious.

Only the part that the tester actively does not want to take out and wants to hide will be adjusted and modified by the program.

Collecting [-] "unqualified" evaluations will trigger the program to enter a self-locking state, forcing the tester to exit.

Yan Xun lowered his head and looked at the crumpled "Residents Need to Know" in his hand.

Zhuang Die told a white lie in front of everyone.

After their cognition changed, this need to know did change at the same time, and the content on it became the second page.

...But the second page is not a so-called structural diagram of a wooden grid.

Zhuang Die didn't get the blueprint from the beginning to the end. He and Ling Su really opened up all the rooms, determined the structure of the three-dimensional model through the perspective, and directed everyone to flee by relying entirely on spatial configuration and logical reasoning.

What was written on that piece of paper was something Yan Xun was all too familiar with.

【Test Requirements】

[[-]. Testers please keep as quiet as possible. 】

[[-]. The testers only have the designated test positions corresponding to the numbers, as well as free activity areas (rest points, external communication channels, internal emergency channels, etc.).Do not enter other people's testing space without permission. 】

[23. The use of the rest point is prohibited between 30:5 and 00:[-], and the accumulation of redundant consciousness fragments is prohibited in the internal emergency passage.

(Attachment: During the period from 23:00 of the same day to 6:00 of the next day, the tester's consciousness level is easily disturbed by the biological rhythm. In order to ensure the accuracy of the test results, the model is not open to the public during this period.)]

[[-]. Please cooperate with the model preset test program for testing, do not change the process at will, and avoid model failures caused by modifying the program by yourself. 】

[[-]. When testing in groups of two, the testers should try their best to get along with each other in a friendly manner, so as not to interfere with the test results due to violent fluctuations in consciousness caused by disputes. 】

【[-]. Do not touch the fragments of consciousness produced by other test positions. 】

【[-]. Please do not spy on the test process and results of other test positions. 】

……

"A generation of personality models would not have had such consequences...absolutely not, I can assure you."

Yan Xun clutched the need-to-know sheet tightly, looked at Zhuang Die, and asked in a hoarse voice, "I can guarantee this with my profession—do you trust me?"

Having designed the first-generation model himself, and having been involved in several internal tests, he is well aware of the consequences.

In fact, the model's testing is so loose that it doesn't give a "failure" rating at all, so the chances that that program code may be triggered are actually very small.

Even if this link is really triggered, at most there will be a situation similar to that of Professor Du. It is absolutely impossible to be like the dream they are in. It is so strict that anyone who comes in must leave something behind.

"There is a problem with my model, I figured it out."

Yan Xun said in a low voice: "I want to let the testers get rid of the unqualified parts as soon as possible... But I didn't realize that there are many hidden dangers in doing so."

Those shortcomings and problems are directly hidden, without any self-adjustment, learning and growth, so in fact, no ability to resist negative influences has been cultivated.

In this way, the effect is indeed very obvious in the short term, but as long as the time is a little longer, the same problem will definitely reappear.

At the same time, the prudence, tolerance, tenacity, and ability to resist pressure that were gradually cultivated in the continuous confrontation and adjustment with these own shortcomings also disappeared lightly along with the peeling off of these shortcomings.

Compared with these problems, what is more dangerous is the consciousness gap that may be created by this separation-before that, Yan Xun only understood the definition and characteristics of intrusive thinking, and knew all about them. That kind of thought occupied his mind for no reason, and only then did he understand the oppressive feeling that seemed to be inescapable forever.

"I agree that it should be abandoned and disabled. I will take up my responsibilities and formally apologize to Captain Ling for my previous attitude."

Yan Xun said with a sigh of relief: "But I am more sure than anyone else that the model is very simple, it shouldn't be like what you see..."

Zhuang Die suddenly asked: "Do bionics dream of electric sheep?"

Yan Xun was stunned: "What?"

Of course he knew that this was a science fiction novel written in the [-]th century and had won a Hugo Award, but he also knew that Zhuang Die definitely didn't want to discuss this with him here.

"You forgot one thing."

Zhuang Die taught Heiying to hide. He stood up and looked at Yan Xun: "The program you made is used to measure people."

This was the second time Yan Xun had heard this sentence.

He was silent for a moment before whispering: "I know now... People are far more complicated than I thought, but—"

"The neural program is the same." Ling Su suddenly said at this moment, "It's far more complicated than you think."

Yan Xun looked at him with some vigilance: "Did you find a bug in the program I made?"

"That's not true." Ling Su shook his head, "It's not really a bug... In fact, I haven't actually remembered what happened back then."

After the conversation just now, Ling Su's subconscious first reaction was indeed to go back and explore the part of his hidden memory.

But the little curly hair did hold his hand tightly.

That kind of strength made him suddenly feel that the reality is very good, it is very good that he is not crazy, everything is very exciting, and he really wants to get out of this dream immediately.

Get out of this dream, and immediately execute all your plans for tomorrow.

Ling Su met Zhuang Die's gaze and blinked slightly.

He carefully rubbed the little curly hair beside him, and casually signaled Yan Xun to find an inconspicuous corner to sit casually.

"If an ordinary computer accesses a bunch of strange websites, it will attract all kinds of strange viruses and become completely different from before."

Ling Su put out two small benches with one hand, and led Zhuang Die to sit on the bed together: "How can you expect that a model of such a large size will not be affected by any fragments of consciousness after so many rounds of tests?" , still maintain the original state?"

Yan Xun's pupils froze slightly, and his face changed slightly: "You mean—"

"I mean, the first-generation personality model has been completely shut down. We're not trapped in a model that even I couldn't escape, you really don't have to be so nervous..."

Ling Su made a joke slowly: "Just chat casually, relax."

Yan Xun: "..."

He sincerely apologized to Ling Su, but he really didn't want to talk to Ling Su.

"Captain Ling." Yan Xun gritted his teeth, "Now is not the time to joke...we just survived the puppets temporarily."

Yan Xun said in a deep voice: "If that door is not the real exit, those who are involved in this dream in the future will still have no way to get out completely—"

He didn't mention it himself, Ling Su almost forgot to ask: "By the way, what are you left behind by the hotel?"

Yan Xun: "..."

He took a few deep breaths, leaned against the wall and stood up, ready to apologize again and leave as soon as possible.

At the same time as he got up, Ling Su suddenly asked, "All the memories about the first-generation personality model?"

Yan Xun paused, his expression changed slightly.

"It's close, but not right."

Ling Su looked at his face and said to himself: "It makes sense. You didn't participate in the whole process of model building, it should be the set of procedures you did..."

"Captain Ling." Yan Xun interrupted him, "Don't use the way we learned to analyze people related to you, you should be clear about this, right?"

Ling Su nodded: "Clear."

Ling Su specially reminded him: "So, once this dream is over, you don't have anything to do with us anymore."

Yan Xun leaned on the wall, his eyes darkened with anger: "..."

"With your personality, after making this set of procedures, you will definitely try it on yourself first—you are the first person to be 'corrected' by this set of procedures."

Ling Su didn't think there was any problem with his logic at all, so he met Zhuang Die and discussed in a low voice, then looked up at Yan Xun: "Have you thought about where this part of your revised consciousness has gone?"

"Of course it's in my subconscious." Yan Xun frowned tightly, "Is there any problem?"

"One thing." Ling Su nodded, "Since you are not a humanist school, let's just say it directly..."

They had discussed this issue with Wu Li, and when they hypnotized the boy, Professor Du had also discovered a similar situation.

Ling Su raised his hand and tapped his temple: "Another self in the subconscious."

Yan Xun was stunned for a few seconds, his expression suddenly changed.

"In psychological dream-interpretation, there is a point of view that is very common among schools of thought."

Ling Su continued: "The self that has been suppressed and hidden in the subconscious for a long time will be expressed and released in a certain way in the dream."

Yan Xun had already understood what he meant, and stood there in a daze, his face turning pale.

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but Ling Su stabbed him precisely with every word, but he never asked Yan Xun from the beginning to the end, what was the part that was stripped from him.

... If it wasn't for this dream, Yan Xun himself wouldn't really remember it.

The part of him that has been corrected by his own program is even more extreme, more idealistic, and less human than the current thinking.If that part hadn't been stripped out, Yan Xun might have spent his whole life in the laboratory doing theoretical research.

His programming considered that part of his thinking to be problematic.

There cannot be a door in this world. Everyone can easily strip off all unwanted parts and become a fully satisfied self as long as they go in and come out again.

Yan Xun chose to accept the revision, so his result was not unqualified.

As for the thoughts and ideas that were stripped away, they were also buried deep in his subconscious since then, and never caused any waves in his heart.

Yan Xun never noticed anything unusual.

He lives and works meticulously.

Where he was completely unaware, this part of the consciousness that had been suppressed and hidden for a long time took root and sprouted, and a wildest and absurd dream grew.