The Death Knell

Strictly speaking, the inside of the previous blue house was just a 'local area network' developed by a lark, or a network disk formed by borrowing the excess computing power of the network.

At this time, when the wall is opened, it is equivalent to being connected to the cyberspace outside the black wall. The whole displayed at this time is the real cyberspace, a universe that exists in the universe built by bits and bytes. Infinite world.

It's just that unlike the changes in the world that Su Ming was exposed to in the past, everything here is woven from light and shadow, data and electronics. Most of the worlds he had seen before were made of 'matter', and the only thing that could be used in common between the two seemed to be 'stories'?

Walking on the path floating in mid-air, Su Ming is feeling and thinking. This is the process of understanding the world as a human being. He is trying to find inspiration for his tasks from different types of worlds.

This is probably what the old saying means by analogy?

Of course, cyberspace cannot be regarded as a complete world or universe. There are too many concepts missing here. For example, in this boundless virtual world, there is no fixed horizon and no real up and down direction, 'space' First of all, it is incomplete, its essence is a string.

In addition, 'time', as a subjective concept of living things, is incomplete here, because all feelings are converted into electronic signals, which are integrated with the essence of this space. The speed of time passing is definitely It will vary from person to person.

This is why the adjutant let him enter here physically, because this way he can maintain his correct sensory abilities and not be assimilated by cyberspace.

These walls that have been peeled away layer by layer are restrictions on the flow of information, and are the embodiment of coding and permissions. They are now displayed as transparent or translucent barriers, sometimes as flowing digital waterfalls, sometimes as beating light and shadow grids. It is both a barrier and a protection, protecting data from being seen or tampered with by unauthorized visitors.

Looking down at the abyss below, walking in this majestic landscape composed of data, visually presents an unpredictable picture.

Some places are like the twinkling galaxies in the night sky. Each data packet is a star. They are arranged according to some mysterious rules, forming a complex network constellation. In other places, the flow of information is like an electronic ocean, with turbulent waves. Electronics and codes are like creatures in the sea. Some form coral reefs of data, while others shuttle through the current of information like schools of fish.

The environment above and below is ever-changing. There is no sun or moon here, only light sources shaped by algorithms that change the intensity of their light according to the traffic and activity intensity of the network. Under the light source, the shadows are no longer black, but composed of red code flows. They roll and spread on the virtual ground, and then disappear without a trace in an instant.

In the distance behind the wall, Su Ming felt through the darkness that there seemed to be a central node there, which was like the heart of cyberspace.

The flow of data there is the most intensive, forming a huge ball of light that is dazzling. This light ball is constantly expanding and contracting, as if breathing, and it controls the vitality of the entire online world.

Whenever it expands, new data is continuously born; whenever it contracts, useless information is cleared to maintain the stability of the entire system.

Is this thing actually alive?

As we walked, the walls on the roadside opened like petals. These walls were unusually designed. They were not simple obstacles, but works of art.

Their surfaces are covered with dynamic patterns, ranging from classical geometric shapes to futuristic abstract designs. These patterns are more than just a visual treat, they are actually complex codes that hide secrets into the deeper layers of cyberspace.

Whenever someone attempts to touch these walls, they begin to change, patterns begin to turn, and colors begin to flow, as if to test the identity of the person who touches them.

Only when the correct code is entered, these walls quietly disappear, as if they had never existed, opening a door to a new world for visitors.

But these are all the tasks of the lark, and Su Ming only cares about sightseeing and traveling.

Speaking of which, the last time I saw something similar was in the Necron Pyramid in the Warhammer universe. Different worlds still have similar feelings.

But not all walls are so easy to open. Soon the three of them came to the thickest wall among them, which was the black wall.

It is extremely tall and spreads to the sky, with no edge visible at all. It feels indestructible, with warning red codes flowing on its surface. Its existence is a taboo in cyberspace, representing the power of human collective wisdom and protecting a certain place. kind of data that should not be touched.

"Be careful. Although the black wall looks like a wall, it is actually more like a 'honeypot box' used to capture viruses. Once you enter it, be sure not to touch the contents inside."

The figure of the lark reached out and pulled the death knell. She was shocked when she saw the man with his head covered and crawling into the door on the wall. There were some things that she had to explain clearly first.

Blackwalls are no joke. No matter how clever a hacker is, once he triggers this most powerful firewall in history, his brain will be burned out in minutes, and he cannot be saved.

Like a moth burrowing into an oil lamp, it is only a matter of time before it gets scorched.

That is to say, she is a very good lark and has the courage to come. Not only can she come by herself, but she also dares to bring others with her.

"Don't worry, I'm here to make sure you're fine." Ott stood on the left side of the death knell. Her words were warm now. It was no longer a rigid mechanical voice, but had emotions: "Beyond the Black Wall It’s chaos, but there are some rules in the chaos, I’ve learned from experience.”

"Haha, that's good. It seems I made the right choice by hiring you two as our tour guides."

Su Ming nodded happily towards the two women. He looked at the digital torrent that was constantly flowing in front of him, and watched the black wall ripple like calm water, peeling off layer by layer, revealing more light:

"Don't worry, I won't be killed by a bunch of data so easily. Even if my brain is burned out, wouldn't it be nice to just grow another one?"

As a person with the ability to heal himself, is it a problem if his head falls off? It's just a small thing.

"Okay, then I'll open the door." Lark raised his hand, stretched out a finger, and tapped lightly on the thick black wall. Then the light suddenly exploded, and a large amount of red light was like a tide. Generally, it was rushing towards several people, but it stopped in front of them as if it was bound by something.

Su Ming felt it for a while, and then entered it, as if walking into a waterfall:

"Well, I seem to have found some inspiration, but I'd better go and have a look near the beating heart. What is that thing? The embodiment of electronic consciousness in cyberspace? Or can it itself be recognized by humans' knowledge'?"