Absolute Persona [Unlimited]

Jiang Jian remembered a passage she had read:

"In Spanish, you don't say 'wake up', you say recordarse, which means to record yourself, to remember yourself."[1]

Life can be copied and cloned, but memory cannot belong to two people at the same time.

At the level of memory, those stored consciousnesses make each human being an individual being, distinct from anyone else.So when he was in Qingluan Village, he witnessed Tao Xiaochen awaken Ren Fanxing's memory, and they would no longer regard her as Tao Xiaochen.

Because it was Ren Fanxing's "awakening" and had nothing to do with Tao Xiaochen.

And this piece of fragmentary memory is like a fish jumping out of the calm sea. The moment it hits the water, it seems to tear a crack, and the sun pours down.

A corner of the black cloth covering his heart seemed to be torn apart quietly, giving him a moment of clarity.The person in the memory still couldn’t see his face clearly, but it was different from the emotionless phantom he saw when he was punished after the show last time. Instead, he used a way that was quite his style to moisten things silently. care.

He soon realized that he was different from Ren Fanxing.

He just got the vagueness of the bystander's perspective, but he wasn't really awakened.

The person lying on the table and tormented by the nightmare is the past him, but not the present him.Perhaps before that pain and nightmare was remembered, he would never know what he was afraid of at that time.

So does that person know?

Is he purely for his own lunch break, or is he aware of his discomfort?

Such questions and thoughts flashed through my mind, and before I could grasp any of them, my whole body was attracted by the person who suddenly stood in front of me.

At a position one step away from the punisher, he forcibly crossed a person.

The clouds cleared, and the moonlight illuminated the smooth metal surface of the Punisher transformed from the door lock.

Zhong Xun didn't know when he pulled the zipper of the school uniform to the top, and the neckline stood upright against his chin, revealing a narrow strip of skin at the back of his neck, and his silver hair seemed to be shining under the moonlight.

"Why are you in a daze?" Zhong Xun's voice was a little displeased, "Stand back."

Song Zhihui and Wen Sidai took a step back at the same time.

Jiang Jian took a small step to the left, side by side with Zhong Xun.

He looked up at the Punisher who was moving his mechanical head and arms jerkyly. The fish in his heart jumped into the air, swished its tail, and fell into the water, leaving circles of ripples.

After all, he just found himself in the records, but didn't think of himself.

But it seemed...he wasn't the only one who didn't think of himself.

For example, the old Punisher in front of him.

"Facial recognition - wrong."

"Facial recognition - wrong."

"Unable to recognize the face, it has been changed to body contour recognition."

"Status matching failed."

"Status matching failed."

The mechanical head swept over Jiang Jian and Zhong Xun and frantically reported an error. The prompt voice was stuck and switched. It seemed that there was a problem with the judgment and reading of the program.It rotated its head 360 degrees in place, and suddenly stopped at an angle, stuck in mid-air.

Jiang Jian looked in the direction.

Song Zhifan shivered, and stepped on the other foot: "Fuck, is it looking at me?"

Jiang Jian was just about to tell him not to be afraid, but Zhong Xun had already given way to the slithering track for the half-down disciplinary officer.

The rollers under the punisher's feet didn't seem to be lubricated enough, he paused after taking two steps, and slid in front of Song Zhihui

"I'll fucking say it!" Song Zhihui's anger rose from his heart, and the evil turned into courage, and decided to speak ill of Zhong Xun before he died, "He definitely did it on purpose, so you will trust him. Listen to me, Brother Jian, do you know why he is notorious? Because he can really abandon anyone at any time, and he can definitely do it!"

Song Zhihui's roar resounded in the empty corridor.

He has already died once, his life is important, he cannot die again.Song Zhihui thought about it, and ran to the elevator when he turned around.

But I didn't expect the whole person to suddenly hang in the air!

someone grabbed him by the collar

He turned around in astonishment, only to see Zhong Xun put his hands under his armpits, pressed his ribs on both sides, and lifted him up. Before he could react, his whole body was already under the eyes of the punisher .

"Fuck, am I too fucking light, or are your arms too strong? Help, help! It's a bit high! Zhong Xun, you devil, if you dare to feed me to a robot, I won't let you go This person is too much, how can you do this kind of thing in front of Brother Jian, you deserve to be ignored by others, you deserve to have no wife!"

Song Zhihui's mind was a little confused for a while.

The words that came out were mixed with screams, incoherent.

"Quiet." Zhong Xun sternly said, and turned to look at Jiang Jian, "This little brat will recognize you, you don't mind."

Song Zhihui was lifted up, his legs were hanging in the air a little stiffly, and he gave Zhong Xun a soft look.Listen, this tone is just fucking different.He pursed his lips in resentment, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Wensidei leaning against the corner, looking at him leisurely, without any sense of crisis.

He blushed, and the trash talk he wanted to say instantly choked in his throat, and he turned his head away proudly.

You can lose face in front of Zhong Xun and Jiang Jian, but you can lose face in front of your pretty sister, no.

Jiang Jian looked at Song Zhihui and couldn't help feeling a little lost.

Song Zhihui is irritable, irritable, surly, dark and has no moral bottom line, but because of the restrictions of his personality, he has to pretend to be obedient and sensible.But he knew that Xiao Song was actually an emotionally indifferent child.

In a sense, he looked at Song Zhihui as he looked at himself.

But in front of Zhong Xun, Song Zhihui was able to completely remove the disguise, like a real child, crying, fussing, and being afraid, as if out of the control of the character, and became vivid and lively.

"Don't worry." Jiang Jian tugged at the corner of her mouth, trying to give Song Zhifan a reassuring smile, "It's a change from a door lock, and its function should be more for guarding. And with this level of oldness "This brother can handle it."

"Brother Jian, don't force yourself to smile, really."

Song Zhifan moved his lips, but he didn't realize that when Jiang Jian said the word "brother", Zhong Xun's hand shook for no reason.

"Don't lift it so high, lower it a bit." Jiang Jian withdrew his useless smile, and directed Zhong Xun with ease, "It needs to match the body shape, so you may not be within its recognition range."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you know the sensor faucet that automatically spouts water? It may not even be calibrated after it has just been activated. You may want to explore the boundary range it can recognize and put Xiao Song in the middle."

Song Zhihui's heart was already numb.

He felt like he wanted to be manipulated by the cat by the scruff of the neck.

Soon, there was a "beep" from the punisher: "Successful matching of body shape."

Zhong Xun breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to put him back on the ground, when suddenly another voice came: "Facial recognition failed——"

The four men arched their heads alertly.

"Facial recognition has been reported for repair."

"Please Tangtang enters the password on the interface and gestures to enter while matching the body shape."

An LCD touch panel lit up on the Punisher's chest. The base map of the panel was a world map intertwined with blue and green, with different shades of color, showing the difference in terrain and landforms.

"Who is Tangtang?" Song Zhihui frowned.

"I don't know, but you are now Tangtang's substitute." Winsted rubbed her temples with a headache, "If I had known it was a campus theme, I wouldn't have applied for the knockout round. This is for a geography exam, isn't it?"

"This is the Art and Sports Building, why don't you take the music and art exam!" Song Zhifan turned around anxiously after complaining, "So I still have to be lifted?"

"Enter the password gesture while matching the body shape, what do you think?" Wen Sidai tugged at the hem of the skirt casually, and walked to Zhong Xun's side, "I'll lift it, you two are smart, you unlock it."

Zhong Xun raised his eyebrows, before he could speak, Song Zhihui was picked up by Wen Sidai.

"Damn it." Song Zhihui was in a daze in the air.

So is he really so skinny that even a woman can lift him up?

"Gesture password." Zhong Xun reached out and tapped heavily on the touch panel, "You should give me a hint."

Jiang Jian reached out and grabbed Zhong Xun's wrist: "Take it easy. What if there is a limit on the number of times?"

The Punisher's head clicked twice, and the middle part emitted the melody that seemed to be plucked by strings that hadn't been tuned for a long time.

At the same time, a small wrench icon appeared on the panel.

"Tangtang...it must have been a long time since I came back, I even forgot the password, the password." The punisher's voice continued intermittently, "Please click the tuning button to get the password reminder."

Jiang Jian took a look and let go of Zhong Xun's hand.

Zhong Xun pressed on the small wrench.

"Tuning, please wait—"

"The system version is too low, the current version is 3.7.1.2, please upgrade in time."

This version...

Jiang Jian quickly extracted the information from the teacher's handbook that she had browsed before: "It's the version from three years ago."

Wen Sidai raised her voice and said: "The wall of honor! Although there are no awards in the past three years, there were still art students practicing piano here in Shuguang No. [-] Middle School three years ago, right?"

She choked for breath, as if she had forgotten some information in a corner.

Time, place, or person?

"The tuning is complete——"

"The following is the password reminder, just remind it once, it must be a piece of cake for Tangtang!"

Zhong Xun and Jiang Jian stood up straight together.

Musical notes flowed out of the punisher's body like clouds and flowing water.

Strings and bows meet and separate in different postures, like kissing, like friction, the whispers that touch the soul wander in the resonance box, pass through the sound column to the back panel, and emit every clear and bright sound in the resonance of the sky and the earth. Note.

Jiang Jian moved her fingers in embarrassment.

If you use extensive knowledge to describe him, then music is his only shortcoming.

If it is said that the musical work transmitted to the eardrum is the record and reproduction of the musician's reaction to his eardrum.Then the person who appreciates music reads and feels the soul of another person in the signal of music. [2]

But he can't understand feelings, and he can't read the emotions in them.

All the sounds of nature are just a series of vibrating waves to him, the result of the resonance being amplified one by one.Coupled with some reasons that he has not yet recalled, he has an instinctive rejection of music, just like his excessive cleanliness that hates being touched, he avoids it.He only knew how different instruments sounded, but never appreciated them.

Therefore, this password, he can't solve it.

He dropped his hands limply by his side, ready to accept the blame.

Countless notes floated through his mind, and he tried his best to mobilize his almost non-existent sense of sound to identify what they were, like salvaging a non-existent mermaid in the vast sea.

"Tchaikovsky Violin Concerto in D major."

Zhong Xun's voice sounded abruptly, he quickly raised his head to look at him, and saw the man with his eyes closed, with a calm expression on his face.

"Mozart's Violin Concerto No. [-]."

"Sibelius' Violin Concerto

"Bach's Sonata No. [-] in G minor."

"Debussy's moonlight."

The password prompt is only once, and each song is only about 30 seconds long, and Zhong Xun uttered the connected music clips one by one.

His silver hair made him look extraordinarily ethereal.

His eyes were lowered, and he stood under the moon with his eyes closed, his aura remained unchanged, and Jiang Jian's eyes were unexpectedly a little more amazed.

"And finally... Vivaldi's Winter."

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Jian saw him open his eyes, and stretched out his hand to pull him to his side: "The rest of my brother doesn't understand, I'll leave it to you."

The author has something to say:

The former Zhong Xun; help is called my dear, how disgusting SOS

The current Zhong Xun: It’s nice to be called brother (#^.^#)

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Try daily updates in September, if there is no update between 9:9pm and 12:[-]pm, it means I am working overtime eh _(:з」∠)_

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[1] Willis Barnstone's "Borges Conversations": "In Spanish, you don't say 'wake up', but recordarse, which means to record yourself and think of yourself."

(I have consulted with friends who are majors in Spanish. The more commonly used term for waking up in Spanish is desertarse. Recordarse does mean waking up and remembering yourself, but it doesn’t seem to be commonly used. I guess it may be a Spanish language commonly used in Argentina Usage, after all, Borges is Argentinian. If you have language professional readers, you are welcome to share and advise~)

[2] This passage is based on the lecture notes given by Professor Bi Minghui of Peking University: "When various sounds are transmitted to your eardrum, it is a record of the reaction of another person's eardrum. When it is reproduced, When the sound wave vibration is transmitted to our ears, you are interpreting a person, a soul, a world, or even a century through a special signal." (Open class of Professor Bi Minghui, School of Arts, Peking University, Western Music and Western Culture, Lecture [-]: Knowledge of Western Music ([-])

References and online video links will be sorted out at the end~