Being an Extra Actor in an Escape Game

Xu Beijin didn't know, after all, he had never entered his own nightmare. He only knew the information about this nightmare, but after all, no missionaries had ever entered his nightmare.

However, he secretly suspected that NE was probably the one who let it slip.

Even the missionaries suspected that matters related to the brain and memory were blocked by NE, so Xu Beijin naturally knew more inside stories.

He touched his chin and thought, so NE is really on their side?

But why? Is there anything that can make NE change its position that it has held for many years?

This is artificial intelligence, not humans who are always playing out self-contradictory dramas in their brains.

The world of artificial intelligence is simple and straightforward. It has only one goal, a goal that has been set from the beginning of manufacturing...

Thinking of this, Xu Beijin was suddenly startled.

He had a guess out of nowhere, but because of how ridiculous and funny the guess was, he felt completely sad.

And he knew even more that his guess might... be correct.

Thinking of this, Xu Beijin sighed deeply. He was alone in this gray fog, and he didn't bother to hide the frustrated expression on his face. He thought, humans are really a ridiculous race.

The birth is ridiculous, the experiences are ridiculous, and the ending is downright ridiculous.

But life itself is never something to laugh about.

No matter how difficult, false, or boring it is, being alive is a hope. Human beings like them will always live in a false game, a game where death is not dead, and living is not alive.

Does false reality make sense?

Xu Beijin once again put forward this torture to his soul world: Do you think false reality is meaningful?

He could not come to this conclusion.

Especially... when it is very likely that he will never be able to leave this false and real world.

He thought again of what Ringo had said to him.

Ringo said that if Xu Beijin couldn't leave, then he would stay with him.

But... Xu Bei tried his best to think, no, it can't be like this. Ringo couldn't stay with him.

This is a slow suicide - so long that it lasts forever. Death awaits them at the finish line that is never beyond their reach.

They get closer step by step, but never reach it.

As long as this game exists. As long as NE still has external energy. As long as their brain waves are still active.

At this moment, Xu Beijin suddenly felt confused.

They live in a game. A game that is so realistic that it looks like the real thing.

Their bodies may be in a nutrition cabin, or they may be in some weird petri dish...

All in all, their brains can't actually manipulate their real bodies.

They're like, brains in a vat.

From this perspective, did they inadvertently verify scientists’ speculation about the brain in a vat?

If you put your brain in a tank and provide various stimulation sources from the outside, you can simulate various feelings in the real world. So, does the brain accept all of this as real?

Xu Bei tried his best to think that the answer might be: yes, the brain can.

It's like he never slept in this game. In fact, there was nothing wrong with his body. This was just a game. No one would ever need sleep in a game.

But his brain told him that you should be tired, you should be tired. You live in a real world, so of course you feel this way.

Thinking of this, Xu Beijin couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He thought, why do you want to do so much? Would it bring him any comfort to realize that they were now alive—or dead—like brains in a vat?

No, he was going to be pissed off.

damn it--

That noun was on his lips and in his throat, and he was about to blurt it out in the next second.

He had not thought of that term for so many years, but at this moment, he was about to say it inadvertently.

He stopped.

It was at this moment that he realized that he had really not given up everything.

Those two - no, it should be said, three - apocalyptic scenes that happened to the earth and humans, those memories of his powerlessness, still tortured him deep in his heart.

Xu Beijing stood there expressionless, his expression deep and depressed. His eyes fell on the billowing gray fog in front of him. Those gray fogs and every speck of dust are a cellular nightmare.

His fellow citizens were going through a hellish cycle within it.

So - NE, if you have actually changed your stance. So, hurry up and do more. Humanity, and him, could no longer hold on.

Xu Beijin didn't want to put his hope in NE. He really doesn't want to do this because he doesn't trust NE at all.

However, the reality is that he can only place his hope on the illusory and aloof mastermind NE.

He stood still for a long time before continuing to focus on the missionaries.

He stared at one of the cellular nightmares, where the missionaries were He Shujun and the goddess.

In terms of personality, the two missionaries are almost polar opposites. He Shujun has an extroverted personality and a kind of self-comforting optimism, while the goddess is a real, story-telling person.

Mysterious, pessimistic and depressed... the goddess.