Deep Sea Embers

Duncan felt that his plan might indeed be a bit crazy - Black Sun probably went crazy when he heard what he just said.

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But he was serious. After Black Sun said "Ah", his expression was even more serious than before, and he repeated it calmly: "I want to detonate the creation of the world - of course, this 'detonation' is a kind of To put it figuratively speaking, strictly speaking, I want to borrow its power, or in other words, borrow the part of its power that was not completely released during the Great Annihilation.

The surface of that blazing false scorching sun swelled and shrank, and the glorious corona rose like a stormy sea, while countless pale and strange tentacles curled up and squirmed in the sea of ​​fire. After a while, the black sun finally It calmed down, and there was a little more noise in its deep and trembling voice: "When was this plan decided?"

"Before I came here to see you," Duncan said calmly, "Although I only had a vague direction at the time, and the idea was not so firm."

After saying this, he paused and continued: "I have always had an 'intuition'. This intuition may originate from the 'knowledge' left by the civilization that created me." There are many things that I don't understand inside. principle, but instinct allows me to know how to do it or where to go. It is driven by this intuition that I think that the creation of the world may help me solve a big problem I am currently encountering - first A question of motivation.

"But it wasn't until I saw you here and the letter you brought me that I was sure of the correctness of this direction. In other words, the letter itself was most likely a reminder, reminding me of the correct direction." Where is the direction. "

The turbulent creeping fluctuations on the surface of the black sun calmed down a little. After realizing that this was not an insane and crazy idea,

After it was really a calm and rational plan, it finally became serious: "What do you mean by the 'first driving force issue' you mentioned just now?" "

"To put it simply, it is a 'big bang' that led to the birth of the world," Duncan explained. "This is a more vivid way of saying it. You can think of it as a simultaneous explosion of information, matter, and energy. If we combine the entire The world is regarded as a huge and complex mathematical machine, then the first roar of this mathematical machine is the 'explosion' at the origin of all things.

"In the sea of ​​ashes sleeping beside order, I conducted a preliminary test. This test verified the conjecture that information is immortal, and also confirmed that through the method of 'assignment', everything can indeed be reshaped in the sea of ​​chaotic information. , but at the same time I also discovered a problem, that is, the world's 'mathematical machine' "has a 'holistic'", and all its information references must be meshed with each other. I cannot build a house brick by brick, like building a house. Rebuilding the world step by step - before this work begins, I may have an endless amount of time to prepare, but once the process starts, all work must be completed simultaneously.

"Therefore, I need such an explosion to complete the simultaneous assignment and 'activation' of all information in an infinitely short and infinitely long "moment"." If this condition cannot be met, the new world will be torn apart. And gradually return to zero - just like the boundless sea now.

"And this requires huge energy, very, very huge energy, even energy at the level of great annihilation."

Duncan raised his head and looked seriously at the huge, pale eye surrounded by flesh and blood: "Look, this is a very reasonable and well-thought-out plan.

"I'm starting to be a little afraid that you mentioned the word 'reasonable'," the tentacles around Black Sun shook. "But okay, I at least understand the necessity of this plan. It is true that with such a huge energy, only the creation of the world can It can be provided, but how do you ensure that the process will actually happen as you think? Or to put it more directly, how should the Creation of the World be detonated? How to guide?

How to ensure that this process does not get out of control? "

The ancient god threw a series of questions, obviously still very worried about Duncan's plan - and this kind of worry is normal.

Because it is too close to the creation of the world, no "person" in this world understands the nature and terror of that rift better than it does. It has been watching the doomsday solidified in the sky for ten thousand years - this It is difficult to connect the end of the world with the "new world".

Duncan had obviously thought about this series of questions. Faced with Black Sun's questions, he did not waver at all. He simply organized his words and then said calmly: "Everything is information."

Black Sun looked silently, waiting for Duncan to continue explaining, "The same goes for the creation of the world." Duncan then said that the flames around Black Sun expanded and contracted, and it seemed to have thought of something.

'After coming into contact with the chaotic 'Sea of ​​Information', I gained a true understanding of the theory that 'everything is information'." Duncan didn't give in. After confirming that Black Solar Energy followed his own thinking He continued to explain, "The creation of the world is the solidified end of the world itself, but the end of the world is also an expression of information. From the lowest level of logic, the creation of the world is actually no different from everything in this world.

"For me, as long as it is something supported by 'information', there is no problem of 'out of control'. If it exists, it can be controlled. If it is uncontrollable, then its 'out of control' must also be A kind of controllable, unless the theory that "everything is information" is no longer valid for it."

"You sound very confident," Black Sun's tentacles stretched, sighing with a low and gentle tremor, "and very determined.

Duncan didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

He truly believed this: nothing could stop the World Creation from becoming the dawn of a new world - not even the World Creation itself.

And, another thing is also strengthening my faith. "He said suddenly again.

Black Sun reacted quickly: "You mean the appearance of that cube?"

"It passed through the rift of World Creation and reached this side." Duncan nodded slightly. "A letter, no matter how sophisticated its manufacturing technology is and how perfect its protective measures are, it can cross the new The barrier between the world and the old world is sent to 'this side', which is an almost impossible thing in itself, so its 'delivery window' must be carefully selected. This delivery window It must be located in the place where the two worlds are most closely connected.

Duncan slowly stopped, his eyes looking into the distance, as if through the brilliant and false corona of the black sun, staring at a more distant time and space - the objects of the old world collapsed, and all the information finally merged into one "Terminal" closing;

The new world was born in a great explosion, and all information spurted out from a "starting point".

Condensation and explosion are opposite to each other, just like the two ends of an hourglass, and the connection between them is both the end point and the starting point - the position left for the "inverse singularity".

It is also the place reserved for the creation of the world.

People in the distant future will send a letter to the other end of the hourglass through the only "aperture". That letter is a letter home to report safety, and it is also a light that guides the way in the night flight.

"I will go find you," Duncan said slowly. He withdrew his gaze from the distance and refocused on the Black Sun. "I will fulfill my promise to burn you and reserve a place for you in the new world." , and then everything is done.

The corona of the black sun rose and fell slowly, and among the layers of flesh and blood, a gentle and low trembling voice came: "I will light a lighthouse for you. In the night sky, you must sail in the brightest direction."

"Okay, see you then."

"see you then."

The night is eternal, mist shrouds the city-state, and the solid clouds hang low as if within reach. Coldness fills the world. The neatly arranged gas lamps on the roadside are still shining brightly, but the flames in the lampshades are as frozen as ice. , no longer emit any trace of heat.

Heidi wrapped her coat tightly - although she didn't quite know why she put on such thick clothes, the instinct in her heart still made her make the decision to "warm out the cold", even though she no longer remembered the "cold" "What a concept.

She hurried through the street illuminated by street lights, showed her pass as she passed the sheriff's post, and continued toward home.

Scattered pedestrians can be seen on the road. Some of them are going to factories, and some are going shopping. Compared with the early days of the long night, there are obviously many more people going out for activities now - it seems that as time goes by, People in the city-state gradually adapted to the night.

But even so, compared with those "business as usual" days, the city is still much deserted now.

Heidi ignored the passers-by walking slowly in the mist and just kept her head down. Occasionally, she would hear some chaotic noises coming from the street or the next block. It sounded like someone was fighting or screaming in fear. Sometimes she would even see armed church guards clashing with some panic-looking passers-by in the fog, but she would quickly look away and not pay attention to these things.

When passing a street lamp, Heidi looked up and out of the corner of her eye saw a flyer posted on the lamp pole. The flyer said a few simple words -

"Wave, death, the temperature of fire - if you see and understand these words, please go to the shelter in XX block or XX block immediately to receive help. Don't panic, stay calm, there are still people protecting you."

Heidi frowned, looking at the crooked and unreadable symbols.

She vaguely felt that she seemed to have seen graffiti like this near her home recently.

But it’s nothing worth paying attention to.

She turned her head, walked through the cold fog, and continued towards home.