Three-stream detection simulator

"I hope so." Hercule replied, "I didn't mean to discuss some philosophical issues. I'm sorry, I'm not in a good mood right now. Has it affected you?"

"No, I'm here to help you. Don't be so polite." Morgan tried his best to understand the current situation. "In other words, you can use other people's memories to create a person in your consciousness that you have never seen before. Image, is that what you mean? Argos wants to preserve a...I don't know, like a portrait of you through people's impression of superheroes?"

"A little more advanced than that. Have you ever played The Sims?"

"What?"

"It's a game from decades ago. I heard you mention Conan, and I thought... forget it." Hercule thought for a moment and changed his words, "Who is someone we all know? For example Let’s talk brotherly.”

He paused playfully, then said, "Let me see if he's spying on me. Are you here? Dear Mr. Argos? It seems not - he's not interested in the metabolism of a brain. , so let’s take him as an example.”

Morgan felt his mood return a little.

Hercule has always been good at self-regulation, or if he was not good at this, he would have been tortured into a pervert by the situation he was in.

"I know that Argus has a brother whose name is Brother Eyes, and he also has a psychological father who is Batman. So when I create this character image in my consciousness, he will have white hair, red eyes, and an appearance A person who is dignified and majestic, but secretly crazy and has a tendency to love his father. "

"Also, it's hard for me to imagine what kind of mental state Batman was in when he created this kind of AI. So in my mind, he was assumed to be violent, narcissistic, extremely loveless, and possibly bisexual. ”

"If no one else provides additional memories to supplement, the two of them will always repeat certain fixed behaviors with these labeled false impressions in my conscious world: For example, every time Argos returns to the headquarters of Apocalypse Company In his office, he would always face the Batman statue in front of him——"

"Well, it's not a good idea to continue talking. Anyway, you should understand what I mean."

Morgan: "..."

She was speechless. She typed several words in the input box and deleted them. Hercule sensed her mood and asked, "Do you know Batman?"

"I met him when I was a child." Morgan said angrily, "I dare say you also have misunderstandings about my father. Quickly delete the prejudice and mean words in your head, or I will scold you."

"I'm sorry." Hercule said quickly, "Besides, are you saying that I'm full of prejudice?"

Morgan: "..."

It’s amazing to have only one brain left!

"I just, alas." Hercule sighed, "Thank you for coming over to talk to me, otherwise I would be going to the 127th round of Solitaire today with the Superman I imagined using the old lady's memory. "

He really knows how to use some of his strengths - even if they are disadvantages. Morgan felt a little soft-hearted again, and an idea suddenly came to her: "Why don't you try to extract my memory? My father and mother are very good people, and I know them very well, and I can still recall them. I have seen many superheroes, at least better than Superman who only speaks English."

"I don't want to help Argos achieve his goal, but for you, spiritual freedom should also be a kind of freedom?"

Hercule fell silent.

After a moment, he said a little stiffly: "Let's discuss this issue later, Miss Stark. I don't think I have fallen to the point of being unscrupulous for the time being."

Before Morgan could ask what 'by any means necessary' meant, Hercule unilaterally cut off contact.

**

The third meeting was five years later.

The whole world has changed beyond recognition. If a person on earth at the beginning of the 21st century traveled to 2048, he would realize that he was in the future. However, if he came to 2068, he would only think that he had arrived in a completely unfamiliar parallel universe. There are very few familiar countries, cities, and pop culture left. Technology is updated at a rapid pace every day, leaving the planet far behind anyone who cannot keep up with the changes. Network information is becoming more and more transparent. At the same time, , there are more and more blackmailers in reality.

Underground, snowfields, radiation zones... You can see hermits in any place that should be empty. They follow a primitive lifestyle, breathing air, hunting animals and plants, wandering, meeting, disease, separation, and death. The earth has become smaller than ever before, with simple and fast transportation methods everywhere; it has also become farther away than ever before...

People don't care about anyone.

"The news of the doomsday has not yet spread, but everyone is already living a life of drunkenness and dreams, as if everyone is going to perish in the next moment."

Morgan, whose face had become more weathered, turned over a very retro paper book in his hand, lowered his head and said, "I think you can say that the general public is ignorant, but you cannot say that they lack wisdom in life, and this is more of an intuition. . While we were still discussing how to save the world, some people had already fallen into the bottomless abyss for too long. In the end, they no longer even considered where the crisis was or when they would be freed. They just walked forward numbly with their eyes closed, as if they didn't want to. It’s like admitting pain doesn’t make it painful.”

The person sitting opposite her is Argus:

"Am I to take it that you are accusing me of not doing my duty?"

"I didn't say that," Morgan said coldly, twisting the page, "You invited me here to contribute to your 'career,' and I was just expressing my own opinion."

Argos smiled: "Stark...how long have I not heard this last name? You know, you are not irreplaceable, so you'd better be careful when you speak."

"No one is irreplaceable."

"——Of course." There was a hint of depth on Argos's face, "I'm about to introduce you to one of my... partners. His name is Hugo. You may not have heard of it, but recently In recent years, there have been fewer and fewer dirty incidents involving terrorism and tarnishing the reputation of the dead in the name of superheroes, and this is all due to him.”

Morgan's fingers tightened on the spine of the book.

Two weeks ago, one of her online pen pals of the same age who she often communicated with in the past won the "Tinder Project Experience Place" of Tianqi Company. After coming back, her mood became much more relaxed, and she rarely complained about herself as gloomily as usual. It’s not over. However, Morgan discovered that she was missing some memories - especially those involving three generations of Flashes.

Hugo never told her about these 'prices'.

"He is a great guy, extremely talented, far superior to most mediocre people in the world." Argos did not notice her anger and continued, "What's more important is that he is not at all like you. People who are just but would rather waste their talents.”

Morgan sneered: "He must have helped you a lot."

"You can't imagine the contribution he has made to this planet and Apocalypse Company." Argos dismissed her sarcasm. "Believe me, humans in a few centuries will thank him. I came to you because Hugo is not interested in basic physics at all, and I have some research on ancient Egyptian theology, Kryptonian cells, and even the origin wall, the upside-down world, heaven, etc. that need to be solved urgently, if he hadn't mentioned it to me. You and I never thought that Iron Man’s daughter was still alive.”

He glanced at Morgan and said indifferently: "Are you like those hermits, thinking that living an ascetic life can bring better results? Join Apocalypse Company, Morgan Stark, I will help you Dealing with Hydra will make your name louder than your father's."

Morgan's chest heaved violently with anger, and he endured it for a few seconds before saying, "I refuse."

"I'm sorry. It seems that you care more about personal honor and morality than the future of the universe."

Surprisingly, Argos did not take any coercive measures, "Don't look at me like that. I am not murderous and have no reason to do anything to you. As you said, labor can be replaced. I hope you find yourself." Goodbye to the life you want.”

"Go to hell Argos." Morgan said coldly, "Compared with the illusory future, I care more about the present that you don't even look at!"

She closed the book in her hand with a snap and left without looking back.

**

That night, Hercule met her in a hotel room. The former's body is more refined than that time eight years ago. He is wearing a well-tailored suit and a pair of white gloves on his hands. However, his head is still the same cross as before, and has only been re-embalmed. Although he keeps saying that he is a human being, he seems unwilling to appear in human form.

It can't be that Argos is unwilling to pay to create an android body for his amazing friend, right?

Morgan looked at him and thought sarcastically.

"...That was an accident." Hercule was pacing back and forth, clasping his hands behind his back. There are no eyes on his cross, but he can avoid obstacles accurately every time. "A group of archaeologists found a piece of Iron Man armor in the clean area of ​​​​the nuclear contaminated area, which aroused Argos's attention. I I have been trying to divert his attention in recent years, whether it is using new energy or parallel universes, but if I don't mention you now, he will discover your existence sooner or later, and by then both of us will be in danger-"

"Danger?" Morgan said, "The danger of helping him deal with 'terrorists'? I suspect you don't want to see me. After all, your consciousness space must be much richer than when we first met."

Hercule shut up. He pulled up the only high-backed chair in front of the desk and sat down backwards. He folded his arms and placed them on the top of the back of the chair. His back was slightly arched forward and he hid the cross on his head where the desk lamp could not illuminate it. into the shadows.

"Didn't they accuse you?" Morgan walked up to him and asked condescendingly, "Didn't the superheroes in your conscious world suffer from the way they were born, and then resented you?"

"...They won't know."

"How pathetic." Morgan clenched his fists tightly and did not look at Hercule's 'expression'. "Argos simply regards you as a confidant. What have you done for him?"

Hercule's synthesized voice was deep and sweet: "More than you think, Miss Stark."

Morgan began to tremble. She was afraid, not of the 'person' in front of her, but of the long time and this dirty, useless universe, which turned her precious friend, whom she had only met three times, into someone they didn't want to see: "Do you think this world is a game, Hugo?! What you do and what you say can be completely contrary to each other, just like all of us are as fake as NPCs in your eyes? Where is your bottom line? Is there anything in the world that you dare to promise that you will never do??"

"..."

The artificial body on the high-backed chair was motionless, and its shadow dragged long on the carpet, like a monster with a shell on its back. He said:

"Yes. I promise that I will never hurt you."

The tears that Morgan had been trying so hard to hold back suddenly burst out. She was shaking all over, grabbing the quilt on the bed tightly and distracted for a moment, remembering what Tony Stark said in a battle a long time ago: "If we can't protect the earth, you can be damn sure that we will retaliate!"

After all, they are the 'Avengers'.

"That's good." She spoke hoarsely, choking in the middle. "If you do too many bad things, I can't stop you and protect the world in the first place. But I swear I will avenge you until I become another trophy next to the Batman statue that Argus used to chew on in his office."

"..." Hercule's shoulders relaxed. After a while, he laughed vaguely and muttered, "I didn't mean that, and I definitely never said anything like that. You are a bad girl who inherited your father's bad character, Miss Stark. You are very annoying."

"And I will take it as a compliment." Morgan lifted her legs and glared at him, "Thank you, Mr. Hugo."

**

"You betrayed me."

Hercule Hugo stood in front of Morgan, his attitude was unprecedentedly indifferent.

"I once promised you that I would never hurt you, but you gave me the memory of Tony Stark just because you were worried that you couldn't make the key to open the upside-down world. You asked me if I saw the universe as a game, and now it's my turn to ask you, Morgan Stark. What kind of person do you think I am?"