The alarm clock paused again. Icha flipped it twice more. The scene inside the house changed twice more. The manager didn't stop it - it seemed that it was just because he couldn't, not because he didn't want to. Yi Cha opened the alarm clock, pulled out a string inside, tightened it, and pressed the alarm clock continuously.
Shaped fragments were flying around the room, and the structure manager huddled into a ball, with his hands crossed over his chest protectively. "How do you know how to use this?"
"You probably haven't finished explaining it yet. It's about the organization's location." Yi Cha didn't answer, concentrating on rubbing the alarm clock until it started to smoke.
"Boss, you have seen it." The manager said hesitantly, "The engine just now was in the organizational position."
"What if we look at it in another classification?"
“If you’re talking about a classification like material proportions, that’s also an organizational position.”
"What about recurring questions?"
The manager stared at the center of the room where dust was flying and shapes colliding. The calm feeling just now disappeared from him.
"Ah. Thank you for the reminder." He paused.
"That's right, boss." The manager began to explain cautiously. "First of all, this is a very rare problem. Even things that are similar in appearance will be slightly different. There are always errors in 'manufacturing'.
Even pure law creatures produced by the same rules will have some differences due to the instantaneous production of 'life'. This will also lead to structural changes. As long as the observation standard is fine enough, the slight differences can still be distinguished. "
"You mean, life is a variable?"
"Life is a variable." The structure manager nodded.
From a glance at him, it can be said in all fairness that this tall and square manager is the easiest-to-communicate lawful creature he has ever seen. Perhaps because he often receives foreign customers, he can use a lot of pandimensional vocabulary and can talk about issues from the perspective of non-law creatures.
"However, there will still be exactly the same things." Yi Cha said.
He is actually not sure about this proposition. But the office manager immediately confirmed it for him:
"You're right."
"So? If there were the exact same thing, how would it be labeled in an organizational location?"
"This..." A triangle with one corner missing flew past the manager's eyes, and he paused. "It will be marked at the same point."
"Then how should we distinguish between the two?"
"Those two will be the same thing. Boss."
Yi Cha looked at the structure manager carefully.
"It's like this." The manager said, "Things with 100% identical structural positions will be classified as the same thing. This is how the duplication problem is solved. Because there is no duplication.
As long as they are repeated, they will be 'merged'. "
"No duplication."
Yicha repeated this half sentence. "So, is that really a 'merger'? The 'merge' I understand definitely means 'elimination'. That is, two existences become one existence. There must be an elimination of one existence.
But according to what you said, the change in classification brings about a different perspective of observation. Hence just 'occlusion'. "
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
"It's the same thing."
"What's the matter?" Yi Cha roughly knew what he was going to say, but he still continued to ask.
"From the perspective of classification, if it cannot be seen, it does not exist. Therefore, 'obstruction' means elimination. There is no difference between them."
"That's it." Yi Cha nodded. "Did Chip teach you these words?"
The manager paused suddenly.
"Are you still controlled by the chip?" Yi Cha asked again.
"I almost forgot before." Icha continued.
The alarm clock was still ticking rapidly, getting more and more urgent. Icha tossed it between his hands and glanced sideways at the Structure Manager. "A child told me that many things in this place are taught to you by the chip. Do you think this classification system is the same?"
"I was born that way."
The manager paused for a while before speaking, his tone wavering.
"You were born with a chip." Yi Cha nodded. "Can you still feel its interference recently?"
The structure manager hesitated. "Weaker than before," he replied.
"Yes or no?"
"Yes. Boss."
"That's right."
Yi Cha threw the alarm clock in the air and punched it.
The ticking sound ended with a loud noise like being decoupled, and fragments of sharp corners, rounded corners, and ladder-shaped parts exploded in the air. Isaac and the structure manager were bathed in snowflake-like fragments of components.
When the debris gradually sank into the ocean of gas, and when the structure manager took a closer look, the room had become quite empty, and both the office's spare engines and the scattered components had disappeared.
Instead, suspended in the air, was a shiny black box.
The manager swam over. Two rectangular eyes stared at the box.
"That... boss. What is this?" He finally turned around to check.
"You don't know? I thought you knew." Yi Cha sighed.
"I know you changed the classification again. I'm really impressed. I've never seen anyone..." the manager paused, carefully avoiding words that might show arrogance, "...can suddenly I am proficient in switching classification methods. But I’m sorry, I have never seen this classification method.”
"This method of classification is called 'truth'."
"I don't understand what you mean." The manager circled the shiny black box. Carefully, he raised his hand to hold it up. "Excuse me, what's inside?"
"It's the truth. You really don't know?" Yi Cha tilted his head and stared at him.
The Structure Manager looked back in confusion.
"I'm sorry. I don't know." He decided to change the question to, "So what's the truth?"
"Open it and take a look." Icha said.
The manager carefully opened the black lid. The moment he opened the lid of the box, he saw Yi Cha's eyebrows raised.
The next second, he felt himself falling into the box. After spinning around for a while, he held on to the wall next to him and managed to regain his balance.
Yi Cha was looking at him with a smile on his face.
"I remember you were standing behind me just now," the manager said.
"yes."
The structure manager looked around and couldn't find the box. Looking down again.
His lower body was stuck inside the shiny black box, shrunk so that his upper body resembled a pop-up spring doll. What he was holding on to was the open lid of the black box.
"I see."
The manager grabbed his tie and let out a deep sigh. "This is my truth."
"Under this classification method." Yicha added with a smile. "Seriously. I have to thank you. Although the classification method is only an approximate rule, it is very helpful for me to understand the current situation."
He waved his hand, and a regular line as thick as a finger came from his fingertips, passed under the structure manager's ribs, pulled him out of the box, and threw him aside.
The regular line circled in the air and whipped itself with a roar.
Tick tock. Tick tock.
The ticking sounds on its own without a clock.
When the clockless sound of the clock ended, everything returned to how it was when they first entered the room.
The black box is gone, and various components are leaning against the wall obediently.
The structure manager stayed for a while.
"You can use the classification method without a concrete classification scale clock. Boss." He finally said with admiration.
"Thank you for your explanation and help."
"I actually didn't help you much," the manager whispered.
"Then do me a favor now." Yi looked at him and said, "mobilize the power of the entire office and find a way to remove the impact of the chip on all structures. Is it difficult?"
"...It's barely okay. But it may take a long time, and it will definitely affect the firm's business. It also requires a lot of resources."
"It's acceptable." Yi Cha nodded, "Before removing the chip, try to minimize the use of classification methods."
"Why?"
"I just told you why." Yi Cha stared at him with bright eyes, "Is it difficult to answer the question without using classification?"
"It's a bit difficult."
The structure manager thought for a while and told the truth, "If we don't use classification, the methods we can use are very limited."
"It's limited, it's not impossible. So let's do it. It doesn't matter if it delays the things I asked you to do."
"I see."
"Okay, I'm leaving."
"Wait a moment, boss."
Yi Cha stopped and looked at the manager, "What?"
"That 'truth' taxonomy you just used..." The manager clutched his bow tie. "What should my truth, that black box, be called?"
"Do names help you understand?"
"Yes."
"Okay. Your truth is called a 'masking box'." Yi Cha shrugged, "Stop abusing the classification method, otherwise you will all become a big masking box, which will be very troublesome.
Mark my words, 'occlude' and 'eliminate' are not the same. I will write this down in the firm's rules so that you all can believe in it. "
