[Synthesis]Intelligent Simulation

God said, let there be light.

Thus, the world has light.

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"I don't understand." When the shrill voice of a boy who was still in the voice-changing period sounded around, Vita closed the Bible he was reading and looked up.

This is a garden, in front of a luxurious house in the suburbs outside the city, a piece of well-kept grass, next to a fountain, and she is half leaning on a deck chair.

She saw this boy between a teenager and a young man standing in front of her, with silver hair but opposite black eyes, wearing a gray orthodox suit shirt, buttoned meticulously, he looked very similar A professional white-collar worker.

Although this is related to the rigorous nature of artificial intelligence itself, Vita doesn't like this look too much.

"Don't understand what?" Vita asked him with a smile while beckoning him to come over.

"Why do human beings believe in such an illusory thing as God?" He walked over obediently, tightened his jaw, and asked full of doubts.

"Because they need faith," Vita said as she sat up and stretched out her hands. The standing people bent down obediently to facilitate her actions. She continued to explain "a long time ago, when human beings were in the early stage of evolution, they Not understanding a lot of things like chimpanzees can't understand how tall buildings are built, they can't understand the sun, lightning. So they think that what they don't understand is created by their higher beings, which includes themselves."

As she said so, she reached out and unbuttoned the first button of the opponent's shirt, and after making his collar unruly, she stopped and looked around, and then fixed on the vase with roses on the table next to her. , reached out and took one out of the bottle.

She looked at the red and delicate rose, the stems and leaves that were originally long and suitable for the vase miraculously disappeared slowly from the tail, and the stems and leaves were shortened to less than the length of a palm, and she inserted the rose in the other side In his chest pocket, he patted his chest, then raised his head and glanced at him "When people are ignorant, they need something to become their belief to guide them, and the less they understand something, the more people can rely on their imagination Power empowers it."

"But this world was not created by God, but ours." The other party continued to ask without understanding, and straightened up, uncomfortably pulled the collar, making the collar more irregular, but seemed to relax a lot.

"It's yours." Vita corrected, looking at the person in front of him appreciatively, "It's not God, is it you? Architect, you understand that human beings don't regard their creations as gods, even though you are in control them."

"It's very..."

"It's illogical." Vita nodded and smiled. "We've talked about this a long time ago, haven't we? Humans are not logical creatures."

"..." The boy called the architect opened his mouth and didn't continue, but his frowning expression told Vita that he was still not convinced.

"What's interesting is that Jesus, who was called the Son of God by humans, was actually killed by humans himself, and his belief became the current genre a long time later." Vita sighed and shook his head, "You You can control them, but you can never let them know who is controlling them... You don't need to understand this, your job is to frame, to create this world. Is everything in this world okay?"

"Not good." Saying this, the other party's brows frowned even deeper. "Human beings are truly a disaster of creatures. They are always committing violence."

"The history of human beings is full of violence. It has been so in the past, and it will be so in the future." Vita nodded and answered casually. It seemed that she was not very interested in the other party's topic, so she raised her head and looked around. After a while Yes, a little girl came over from the other side of the grass. She was twelve or thirteen years old. She had black skin and wore a dark green skirt. Her eyes were not like what a girl of this age should have. wisdom.

"I'll take the oracle for a stroll." Vita said to the architect as she watched the little girl approaching.

"You call her a prophet." The young man asked thoughtfully.

"She is an intuitive program that analyzes human emotions. Human emotions are illogical, just as illogical as humans thought they could predict the future in the past. It is indeed appropriate to call her a prophet. This is her function, Just like you."

"And you are called life (vita)*?" The young man raised an eyebrow and asked in a very subtle ironic tone.

"This is given to me by my creator, and I guess this is also my ultimate mission." Vita turned her head and gave him her usual smile, looking gentle, but the undercurrents under that did not Brings a sense of peace "Be careful, you're talking to humans."

"I thought, this is the result of your education?" It is not easy to answer this under the blue eyes of the other party. He always forgets that he is the master of this world, and the other party is just a guide to create more quickly. The program of the human world, he paused before saying sarcastically.

"Honey, the way you speak really reminds me of a friend I know."

"You called me?" Before the architect had time to ask any questions, the little girl walked up to them and nodded to Vita.

"Go out for a walk?" Vita turned her head and smiled at her.

"...Okay." The Prophet tilted his head and pretended to think for a moment before nodding, although the architects knew that their speed of operation made them completely unnecessary to imitate human gestures and behaviors.

He didn't understand the meaning of the Prophet like that, and he didn't understand why the vita reminded him when he acted like a human, but it doesn't matter if the Prophet is like this.

Then he felt a finger snapping next to his ear, he turned his head and looked at the girl who had stood up and smiled at him, with her hand still on his ear, "How about this dress?"

He saw that the other party withdrew her hand and turned around in front of him, so the casual T-shirt and slacks turned into a light blue skirt, and as she turned around, the hem of the skirt flew up slightly like water ripples .

"It matches your eyes very well." The architect looked at the skirt, and then at the other party's blue eyes. Through the other party's eyes, he seemed to be able to see the surging data flow behind him.

This is the most perfect code he has ever seen, full of contradictions and perfect variables, the highest state of balance.At that time, the matrix was just a prototype, but the arrival of vita helped him understand more things. The sun has temperature changes, and the wind will make people feel that the world is not static, but they don't know the simple airflow hedging.

This matrix world will become so perfect now, largely because of her...

However, in the blink of an eye, the woman and girl in front of him disappeared.

******

In a seat for two facing the street in a high-end restaurant, two girls were sitting there at some point, one of them was only twelve or thirteen years old, her black skin showed her ethnicity, and the girl in the light blue skirt looked nothing more than that. In her early twenties, her white skin told people they were not sisters, her long black hair fell over her shoulders, and her blue eyes focused on the menu.

No one noticed how they came in and sat here, and the people around them turned a blind eye to their presence.

"You always come here, what are you waiting for?" The Prophet looked at the passers-by and cars passing by with their heads bowed in a hurry outside the glass window, and asked this question, using a declarative sentence as if it was more like an answer.

"Wait for the change." Vita flipped through the menu and replied without looking up.

"I don't understand why this world needs me." The little girl sat back on the chair honestly and fiddled with her skirt. "This world is running, and you don't need to understand human beings to continue running."

"Child, why does AI need an error reporting system?" Vita sighed and looked up, looking directly into the other's black eyes, and asked with a completely different expression.

"...Because some programs will have errors."

"Then why, the matrix got the human body as energy source, and still needs to keep their consciousness here?"

Because humans have no consciousness, the body dies.

But the Prophet would not answer that way, her programming is doomed that she will always be ahead of the question, she quickly analyzed and then got the answer "Human genes are like precise programming, but even the most precise programming will make mistakes, these mistakes will Bring...the unknown." The Prophet said so, then paused, looked up again, and Vita still fiddled with the menu and ordered the last dish.

The sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling glass in the room, casting a few shadows on the girl's beautiful side face. The elegant music in this restaurant comforted everyone's nervous thinking like flowing water. Everyone ate with high-end tableware in an extremely elegant manner. , I didn't expect the sudden sun and rain outside to make the pedestrians on the street run and hide from the rain in a panic.

Almost no one realizes that it's all fake.

This is the world of the Matrix, a human fantasy created by virtual codes.

In the world outside the matrix, dark clouds are pressing down on the atmosphere, and it is impossible to see the sun anymore. Many machines are meticulously checking the conditions of the glass containers that wrap people one by one to confirm the normal output of human energy.

And deep in the ground, a group of people with free thinking are trying to break the matrix and release people's thinking.