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After listening to what the marginal information manager said, Qiancang bowed his head in thought, but he couldn't understand one thing, "I can understand everything you say, but why do you ask me how it feels to be alive?"

"Because..." The edge information manager opened his mouth and said two words and then stopped. Then, the whole room suddenly vibrated. This vibration caused Qiancang to sit back on the sand. Then, in the tidy room, The wall gradually peeled off, falling on the ground and turning into a pile of white dust, "Soon we are going to die." The edge information manager said the rest.

Qiancang didn't move as soon as he heard it. After a few seconds, he sighed and asked, "So you asked me how I feel alive? Do you want me to use this last time to remember the past?"

"Actually, what I want you to do is to remind you of your past experience and see if you can think of some ways to increase our chances of survival." The marginal information manager blinked.

"Even if there is, I can't control my body, the result is still the same." Qian Cang frowned.

"Yes, so the last question I asked you was how does it feel to be alive?" The fringe information manager stood up and walked to the white door in the room. This is a pure white wooden door with dragon and phoenix glyphs on the edge. The edge information manager stood on the edge of the wooden door, his right hand was placed on the door handle, but he did not open the door.

"I don't know how to say it. Although I stepped into the ghost gate several times with half of my foot, I still survived. I haven't died in the real sense. I can't compare the two. How does it feel to be alive? If you It’s about my evaluation of the feeling of being alive, so my answer is: I’m a little tired.” Qian Cangyi also stood up from the sand, “I also have a question I want to ask you.”

"What's the problem?" The edge information manager was stunned.

"Let me take a look at your work style. I mean, you find useful information from the marginal information and then pass it to the main consciousness." Qiancang walked over, "I don't want to know what you propose for the time being. The answer to the question, I still want to continue to live, so even now, I still plan to work hard." When he spoke, the wall on the side of the room fell off again, and the collapse was increasing.

"Follow me!" The marginal information manager waved his hand to Qiancang. Then, he turned his right hand to open the door. Then he stood on the side and gave way to the door. Qiancang looked at the door. Inside, he presents a transparent passage inside the door, and outside the passage, there are countless neural network structures similar to conceptual maps, endless, like a vast sea of ​​clouds.

As soon as Qiancang walked in, the marginal information manager followed him, slapped, the door was closed, Qiancang looked back, he saw a delicate white spherical hut, the hut stayed in a huge ball on.

"Don't waste time, we have to speed up, if you really want to live." The pace of edge information managers is getting faster and faster, and Qiancang quickly keeps up.

All the way to the end, a light blue translucent screen with a 30-degree tilt appears in the front, and behind the light blue screen, there are endless dots and lines, like a starry sky picture connected by a child with a pen. . Points and lines are different in size and length, but at a glance, they are not regarded as independent individuals, but as a whole.

"This is?" Qiancang asked.

"This is where I work. I check the edge information through this screen in front of me. You can understand it and make it easier for you to understand. So in this way, the actual situation is completely different. You should have I've seen the anatomy of the brain." The edge information manager answered Qian Cangyi's question, and even answered his next possible question.

"Okay, let's get started!" Qiancang nodded and stood beside the marginal information manager.

"Yeah." The marginal information manager looked at Qiancangyi.

"Huh?" As soon as Qiancang realized that the other party had no idea of ​​moving at all, he tilted his head.

"You have to give me some conditions, you have to... direct me." The edge information manager said, "The part I manage is edge information, which is equivalent to your assistance. You have to propose a general direction. Edge information The data is massive, and if I can go through it all, then I believe we have passed the human race."

"I understand." Qiancang nodded, he lowered his head for two seconds, and then said: "I don't know how serious my injury is, but one thing is certain. I do have the possibility of surviving. I You have to live until dawn. As long as you live until dawn, any degree of injury will recover."

This point, Xiao Zuanfeng and the fable have talked about, after entering the diary world, there is no need to eat or go to the toilet. Time will leave the diary world at dawn the next day and return to the movie world. Will be restored.

There is only a little bit of wind that cannot be determined, but it is just that there is no chance to confirm it. This is whether death in the diary world will also die in the movie world. Even if they haven't really died, Little Diamond Wind and Fables believe that **** movies will not make them so easy. What's more, the diary world is haunted after July. In fact, there are not many times in the diary world after July.

Hearing Qiancangyi’s words, the marginal information manager slowly nodded, “I don’t know this, but it’s essentially the same as the scope of my previous search, except that I try to search for the main consciousness to be able to recover. It now appears that the direction of the search deviates from the correct direction to a certain extent."

"It's normal," Qiancang said.

There is a big gap in the inequality of information acquisition. Sometimes, a misjudgment of key information is likely to cause the conclusion to change in the completely opposite direction. Therefore, it is normal for marginal information managers to make misjudgments.

"Temperature, the body's perception of temperature should always be monitored?" Qiancang asked.

"Well, it occupies about 1o% of the energy. Temperature is an important indicator. It is impossible not to detect it." The hands of the edge information manager began to manipulate on the light blue translucent screen. After a while, an external temperature change curve and A body temperature curve appeared on the screen.

At the same time, there are more bright spots in the neural network outside the channel. These bright spots move to the surrounding nerve nodes extremely quickly, as if the whole brain is active.

The edge information manager pointed to the violently shaking curve on the screen and said: "Look here, there is a small fault here. The time of this point should be the time when you were shot. In the short period of time after, the body was shot. With blood loss, the body temperature drops a little, starting from this point, and then stopping at this point later, and then the temperature stabilizes within the normal range."

"We can also judge by the sudden increase in the outside temperature. You see this corresponds to the point in time when the body temperature drops. This should be the point in time when you are rubbed by the bullet. The high temperature brought by the bullet makes the skin feel the temperature. The change.” The marginal information manager still intends to continue, but was stopped by Qiancang Yi.

"Knowing what has already happened doesn't mean much to us, and, according to your statement, hasn't this marginal information been processed? Why is it still here, wasting capacity?" Qiancang asked.

"Do you remember what I told you just now? Inspiration. In fact, the information about temperature changes that I just told you was passed to you when you were shot, but for you at the time, You don’t have the energy to process the information that has nothing to do with your life. At that time, your body became uncoordinated because of the shot. The whole person began to fall backwards. So the first thing you choose to deal with is to stabilize your body first, because you know your body. On the fifth floor, once you fall, even if the bullet doesn't kill you, you may fall to death." The edge information manager's words are getting faster and faster, like a lianzhu cannon.

Before Qiancang answered or issued a new order, the marginal information manager said again: "So the main consciousness sent this information back, but this does not mean that this information is completely useless, because the main consciousness has already given this information. This information was evaluated, and the reason it was returned was its low priority. For these low-priority information, I will not immediately eliminate them, but temporarily store them in a cache area, so that the main consciousness will have The extra time will be passed on afterwards, and then it will be decided whether to eliminate it."

"Now because the main consciousness has fallen into a coma, this information temporarily stays in the cache area. You just said that you want to check the temperature. I will directly call the cache information with higher priority than the edge information." Edge information management The author stated the reason for his practice, more precisely his mechanism.

"Alright, alright." Qiancang waved his hand, "I want to know how the temperature is now."

The marginal information manager clicked on the screen again with both hands, "The temperature at the back also fluctuates to a certain extent, but I think I have a good news. The temperature outside the body at the back is maintained in the comfort zone. In this way, the body does not need to be anymore. Excessive energy wasted to maintain body temperature."

"Good news." Qian Cang nodded. He already had an idea in his mind. He thought he might be resting on a hospital bed. To confirm this, he thought of another aspect, "What about the current oxygen concentration? The situation corresponds to the temperature change."

"Yes." The marginal information manager nodded, and at the same time tapped the screen with his hands as if a phantom appeared. After a while, the data requested by Qiancang Yi appeared, "Look!"

"Help me analyze it." As soon as Qiancang saw that there were many unclear symbols around the curve on the screen, he didn't have the energy to understand the meaning of these symbols one by one, and there was no need to understand.

"Basically, it is the same as the time when the outside temperature stabilizes in the comfort zone. This should be able to judge that our current situation is safe." The edge information manager explained the meaning of the curve on the screen.

"We are in the hospital. It is estimated that I may already be lying in a hospital bed. In this way, apart from my own injuries, the only things that threaten me are ghosts, and my current situation is completely impossible. Rebelling against ghosts, so you only need to delay the impact of the injury on the body as much as possible." Qian Cang frowned, "Is there a way to know how my injury is now?" He turned to ask the marginal information manager.

"Such a comprehensive judgment...I can only say that it is very bad." The marginal information manager frowned and the corners of his mouth trembled. He looked at Qian Cangyi with a ‘you are making me laugh’.

"It takes energy to repair the injury? Can you reduce the energy consumed by the rest of the body?" Qian Cang said blankly.

"Which part?" the marginal information manager asked.

"Anything related to digestion is fine." Qiancang blinked, "Also, even if I am in a coma, will my hearing still work? After all, my ears can't be closed."

"Yes, but I can’t analyze what you hear. Only the main consciousness can analyze it. I only judge the volume and sharpness of the voice. In addition, this aspect does not consume much energy at the moment. In fact, you passed out in a coma. After that, most of the energy has been tuned to control the injury, and the remaining energy will try to keep the body moving." The edge information manager said the difficulty.

"By the way, help me adjust the eyeball's perception of light." As soon as Qian Cang decided to change the angle, Qian Cang Yi explained the reason by the way when he decided to change the angle of the screen interface controlled by the edge information manager, "Even if the person is closed The eyes can still feel the light, and the brightness of the sun is not at the same level as the brightness of the lights. In addition, in order to allow the patient to have a good mentality when recovering, the lighting conditions are usually good. Once we feel the obvious change in light... …That means we are saved."

"Come out!" the edge information manager reminded, "In fact, it can correspond to the changes in temperature and oxygen level, and it can be matched, but is there any use in doing this?"

Qiancang licked his lips when he heard the words of the marginal information manager, "I'm going to die anyway, I have to do something? Even if it's useless, I've tried it anyway."

"No, if you plan to keep monitoring the brightness changes, it will probably continue to account for about 1o% of the total energy I can control." The edge information manager reminded.

"Forget it..." Qiancang whispered.

Sure enough, it's fringe information...

Qiancang thought.

He finally understands what is called marginal information, and understands why the main consciousness shields this information. Most of the information has no effect on life and life. If energy and time are spent on this information, it is likely to be filled in. The minimum demand for a full stomach cannot be met.

"Hey, I said, can you close some areas of the brain?" Qian Cangyi asked a new question.

"No, neither can you as the main consciousness. You can simply think that these belong to the'hardware' aspect. We can't control it through consciousness, otherwise you will be suffocated to death when you sleep." The edge information manager said reason.

At this moment, there was a strange noise from the rear, Qiancang turned his head and saw that the spherical hut they were standing in had collapsed by about half, and the degree of collapse was getting faster and faster.

"You are going to die soon!" the marginal information manager reminded ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Qiancang glanced at the collapsed hut, "That means I'm okay now, right?" Then he turned his head and looked at the marginal information. Manager, "I have another question to ask you, am I awake or unconscious?"

"Between dream and half awake?" The marginal information manager is not sure, "I don't know, it is impossible for me to meet you." When saying this, the marginal information manager showed his own face. Very confused look.

"Since we can't save ourselves, it's better to put hope on the **** movie. Now, please tell me all the relevant information about my body's gradual death, all..." Qian Cangyi's tone became heavier.

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