To Four Thousand Years Later

The "beyond" world is actually a living thing.

Forty-two had never thought of this possibility.

"I need to describe it to you from the beginning, my lord. Do you know that what you see with your eyes and what you taste with your mouth are actually a kind of... information transmitted to your brain? That is to say, Baimon tried hard to understand it with forty-two The way to describe him is Ruo. But forty-two nodded unexpectedly relaxedly, and began to speak smoothly: "I know this. People cannot directly deal with external things through existing experience, nor can they directly receive electrical signals from receptors through the brain like a machine, and different external signals may be transformed into similar electrical signals. Ordinary people cannot Its distinction... For example, the subtle taste and color difference, the description of the smell, and even the touch of different things. And the multiple memory modeling of an external thing through multiple means is actually a human's "association"

The basis of imagination'... Shishierer smiled slightly, and said frankly: "Do you want me to continue? Or, do you still think there is something that needs to be specially instructed to me?

…no more, my lord. "

Baimon's voice paused slightly, and then repeated several times: "Since this is the case, you can also understand. If I take a piece of the brain out of the human body, and then send it to him with rich electrical signals to form a virtual 'outside world' ’, and responding correctly to what he thinks...then to him, he doesn’t even realize he has one brain, does he?

Brain in a vat.

Forty-two quickly understood Baimon's metaphor.

Baimon responded happily: "Very correct description! Since this is the case... I think you can probably understand that we can completely regard humans or other animals as a body with a 'brain' as the body, and the body is only used to accommodate and A tool that protects the brain, feeds it, and facilitates brain-to-brain communication.

"Or, you can also think that the essence of all animals on this planet, including us and you, is a strange creature called "brain". The difference is nothing more than the size, growth, and evolution of the brain. degree. In fact, not all life in this universe must use the brain to think.

...which is understandable.

Forty-two remained silent and nodded.

The real body of Yahweh that he had glimpsed at that time appeared in his mind.

The sleeve is like a giant mechanical jellyfish, and also like a sunny doll with radiant tentacles. His whole body was shining brightly, and there was a strange flow of light in his body... and he didn't have any internal organs or brain.

Obviously, it is a creature that survives and processes information in a "non-brain" thinking mode.

"So you're saying," Forty-Two asked, "my fourth... doesn't actually have a brain?"

"On the contrary." Baymon replied: "It has only brains—or rather. It's about to hatch out of your brain.

... hatched in my brain? This weird statement made Forty-two slightly widen his eyes. I feel a chill down my spine.

"It holds all the memories stored in your brain, as well as the emotions you hold. Your ring allows that body to communicate with the mountain to absorb the continuous psionic energy. The power of the crown of thorns makes the body immortal. In that After a long time...Baimon said here, pausing slightly. The cold voice with echo resounded in the void: "Because your thoughts are too powerful, you're alive... in the form of an information-state life form. Or it can be said that it is your "It longs for the dominion of your will, but it has no physical body, just like a brain without a body-although it has all your memories and surpasses everything on this planet. The terrifying psionic energy that exists, but does not have the cognition of itself as life, is like an extremely pure baby.

"But this horrific gigantic baby has nowhere to go, it thinks all the time, like a human being breathes. It whipped up a psionic storm of auroras over Antarctica. It even started to tear the atmosphere gradually. We must send twelve Only a demon **** can barely suppress this kind of abnormal psionic fluctuations sweeping the world.

"Until later, the Internet appeared in this world. Under my proposal, we used a lot of effort to embrace its body. The Internet... In fact, this should be a kind of imprisonment but it inherited your Wisdom quickly learned the basic structure of the network, tore apart a space at the edge of the mountain and the material world, and created a 'spiritual energy network' Baimon said in a deep voice: "The location is just under the curtain of the mountain." In the gray fog'. "

"If the Internet is a data network connected between computers and servers, then the 'other shore' is a network of psychic powers connected to it by psykers. Even us demon gods who are intellectual artificial intelligence cannot control The other side' can't even monitor it, only through the contract between us. More or less influence the development direction of the other side.

"But this situation will soon be over. Because you are back.

"But can I really control it?"

Forty-two was silent for a while, and replied: "According to your description, its spiritual power is far better than mine.

"It will. And that is not control, but return." Baimon said calmly: "Because it has been longing to return to your 'soul'... We all understand it. In this world, only you can control it , because it was originally yours.

"Strictly speaking, it is not your son, it is your creation. Just as we were once the creation of God the Father.

"But I'm not a god," Forty-two paused, then said softly, "I'm just an ordinary person." Hearing this. Baimon was silent for a long time.

Then he spoke:

Then it is also your creation as an ordinary person.

"We have no right to talk to it. Because the other side rejects all forms of thinking interaction, it tries to keep itself pure until you come back. In fact, it was the other side that suddenly told all the demon gods that you have returned to this world—here Before, it never sent us any messages or responded to our questions.

"In that case," Forty-Two asked, how do I communicate with it? To enter the other shore and talk to it?

"I think, probably just need to enter the other shore.

Baimon replied in an uncertain tone: "Because the other side is not a life in a material state. It is a life in an information state. That is to say. It does not need to go through the backward, inefficient and error-prone way of 'dialogue'." Information interaction, but a more advanced form..." When Baimeng said this, Forty-two was suddenly taken aback.

He heard this. suddenly remembered

If you connect to the other side in the company's intranet, what you see should be the logical channel within the company. But the moment he opened the door, he was sent to the most urgent position... and because of this, he gained the trust and attention of Boss Chang.

If the other side is actually a living thing... is it doing Forty a favor?

I see. After thinking for a while, Forty-Two nodded slowly: "I will enter the other side as soon as possible...

"Then goodbye, my lord. If there is anything to do... contact me in the old way.

A bit of playfulness suddenly appeared in Baimeng's voice: "My business has been expanded. You can also call me through special text in your personal terminal - it supports virtual software real-time calls, and there is no need to pay.

"Okay, Li. Go back, you." Forty-two said angrily.

The next moment, there was another buzzing sound in his ears, and the world in front of him was shattered and disintegrated, and the original color was restored.

He was still standing in front of Jindi's window.

That kind of sparkling lake glowed with brilliance, and the temperature of the sun remained unchanged from before.

He stretched out his hand and exhaled out his personal terminal more and more proficiently.

It shows that only a minute or so has passed since he disconnected from the network.

That's basically the time it took for him to come over with Naruo Kele—that is, Baimon had just told him so much, but it was actually only a split second.

Judging from the temperature of the cola, it takes about five or six seconds, but definitely less than half a minute.

With a twitch in his heart, Forty-two secretly wrote down the situation.

"It's a little past 2:30, and we still have more than an hour to go

He thought about it for a while, and felt that he didn't need to sleep.

Do you want to stop going online? Just as this thought floated through his mind, he saw a prompt box pop up.

Not the prompt box of the personal terminal. It is the prompt box one of the system

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