Overturned Tower

"No wonder……"

"Detective" murmured.

He had been a little curious before, why the idea of ​​​​the prosthetic body of Sanzhi Heavy Industry was so strange.

The concept held by his mentor Sally Ruth seems to Russell to be quite correct - rely on but not rely on, use the power of the prosthetic body but not forget the reality and indulge in it. The idea of ​​Sanzhi Heavy Industry is somewhat overcorrected.

In name, it's "performance first", but this kind of statement can only fool ordinary people who don't know how to do it.

Biomimicry has never been a subject that exists just to look good.

If we really want to consider performance, it is impossible to completely separate from the human body... For example, the prosthetic hand made by Shenzhi Heavy Industry.

The resident singer that Russell saw at the Beehive Nightclub used a prosthetic hand that was in the style of Sanshin Heavy Industries. It was a ferocious mechanical flying claw.

It is true that it can fly out directly, grab something and bring people here, and it can also grab lighter things... but this also makes it impossible for it to have a tactile module and a sensing module. In order to specialize its gripping ability and improve the capture success rate, it is naturally difficult for it to complete delicate tasks that require division of labor between fingers.

Sanzhi Heavy Industries also has another kind of prosthetic hand, which directly removes the fingers and replaces them with pins like medical robots. Whether it is precision welding or suturing of flesh and blood, it is more precise than ordinary fingers. When every minor is fitted with a prosthetic hand for the first time, many people prefer to have an experienced prosthetic doctor who uses this kind of precision prosthetic hand. Come and do it.

Although these days, pure machinery can also complete neural connections, and there is no evidence that humans are more suitable for assembling prosthetics than machinery, but people are always more willing to believe in such professionally modified old technicians, as if this is technology and experience. The perfect combination.

Before that, Russell really thought this was Shenzhi Heavy Industry’s marketing routine—to seize the market in disguise by making customers “look more professional.”

But now, Dr. Paradise's words finally made Russell understand what Sanshin Heavy Industries was doing.

——Their goal is ultimate specialization.

For ordinary people, this is obviously impossible.

It is very normal for ordinary people to change jobs in three to four fields during their lifetime. Very few people can stay in the same industry from birth to death.

But if you complete cyber immortality, then this is different.

When people come out of the virtual world and work for the "real people", they will not stay in the real world for a long time and will be released after working for a short period of time.

The reason why Shenzhi Heavy Industries has always been opposed to artificial prostheses is because they do not want people to feel "alive" again through prosthetics. I don’t want people to be able to live the same life as before being uploaded after being re-downloaded.

For ordinary people, if returning to reality is no longer a hard job, but a rare time to relax, then the virtual world will become another prison.

"...Before this, I thought cyber immortality was a good thing."

The "Detective" sighed, his face showing genuine sadness: "I once really believed in that kind of thing."

Two tears of compassion gradually fell from his face. The white light blooming on his body suddenly became brighter.

This time, his sadness was real, not staged.

Long before Russell came to this world, he once believed that only cyber immortality and mind uploading could solve all problems in reality - that is, solving real problems outside of reality. To achieve true equality - everyone becomes a piece of data, which is absolute equality in the nature of existence.

This is also the reason why he has such a natural affinity for the Cyber ​​Church... For Russell, the Cyber ​​Church can also be regarded as his fellow traveler.

But now after hearing the news, he suddenly realized the crux of the problem.

The problem is not about cyber immortality or mind uploading...

The real problem is that the server that houses the "soul" is not under the control of the individual. And it never will be... because it cannot satisfy everyone's wishes.

Even if everyone uploads to the server, the server itself still needs maintenance. In the end, a group of people still need to be downloaded to maintain the server...and as long as someone can control the server, it means they can control these uploaded thoughts.

These "first batch of downloaded" humans can do whatever they want with these "souls".

For those who have not yet been downloaded, these humans who can control other people's consciousness are actually gods who can decide everything. The only thing that can stop these gods from misbehaving is illusory "morality" and "self-esteem."

"Don't be like this, detective..."

Although Dr. Paradise also knew that this old friend was indeed prone to tears.

But after an absence of more than ten years, when we met again and saw him crying out of compassion again, I couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

The old man sighed: "There is nothing wrong with technology, what is wrong is the greed of people.

"I believe that the vast majority of people in the church are working hard to achieve eternal happiness in the 'Sacred Code' server."

"Of course, I also believe that...if they receive a notice asking them to return to reality to complete some short-term tasks that robots cannot complete, they will definitely accept it."

The detective sighed slowly: "When people truly live in a world of comfort and happiness, their anger and evil thoughts will gradually be eliminated. After they have been satisfied, they will want to help others... so labor becomes A kind of happiness.

"But when everyone is kind, the only person with evil intentions can control the fate of these people at will. People living inside the server cannot make any feedback to the outside world... In a sense, they are Imprisoned forever."

Even if it is an infinite Tsukuyomi, at least I can still have a body in reality.

If cybernetic immortality is truly possible, the body must be abandoned. The remaining body will be used as a precious material for production or research.

“…But I certainly wouldn’t say it’s a technical issue.

"——If people can download their real bodies again, or when they download their consciousness, they can truly perceive the real world... When people have the power to enter the cyber world at any time, they also have the power to escape from the cyber world at any time. Only through the power of separation from the world can it be regarded as true and free eternal life.”

"But that's impossible."

Hangzhou interrupted coldly: "As long as one person chooses to betray, all the previous efforts will be wasted.

"Now it seems that the traitor has appeared. But the church... ha. It seems that the church has not looked back."

he said sarcastically.

It is well known that the purpose of Theosophical Heavy Industry is to control all human beings through cyber immortality - to turn living humans into livestock resources, but the church has not terminated their cooperation and is still relying on Theosophical Heavy Industries to research this technology.

This shows that either the church's concept of cyber immortality is not pure, or they have long been prepared to backstab the sane heavy industry.

“No matter what, the church is nowhere near clean.

"In the final analysis, the church is just another more 'idol' company. A company that makes a living by selling dreams and hopes."

Strangler made no secret of his dissatisfaction and disgust with the church, as well as his suspicion of the detective.

He stared at the detective and said word by word: "Angels, priests... they are just fools who help others, or they are hypocritical villains."

The detective raised his head and looked at Strangler.

The tears on the middle-aged man's face have not yet disappeared, and his eyes are still so compassionate, as if he can see through the fragility and sadness in his heart.

This kind of gaze made Hangzhou extremely hateful. Just by being looked at, he felt like he could no longer suppress the murderous intention in his heart.

"Then, strangulation..."

The fallen angel who had lost his halo asked softly: "Your master, godfather - what does he think?

"What does he want the world to be like?"

A little late!

Maomao goes to have a meal -