Chapter 22 Additional Functions

"For two very obvious reasons. You know I'm not lying." Yimeiz was expressionless, eliminating all possible interesting atmosphere in the bud. "Instead, they are deceiving each other. Or, if you don't think it's deception - they are using their own truth to refute the other person's truth. It's very close to the concept of deception."

"It's close. We generally call it 'truth telling.'"

Yicha puts on a pair of glasses without lenses. Provoking a buzz of laughter. The scene in the energy pattern continues to play - the conversation between several passengers in the small prison ark has escalated into a quarrel with a large radius, which is quite lively.

"That's pretty normal," he said. "Include in your initial calculations the following elements: They have their own ideas about the boundaries of the world. They all have their own ideas about the 'world' boundaries, 'acrophobia', 'frog' and 'juice'. Especially ' Juice'." The devil made his choice after careful consideration, "If you don't add these differences into the calculation, the results you get will be quite bad."

"Included. I won't leave out the necessary elements."

Metz replied briefly. Let the calculation table approach slowly. "But the resulting impact was beyond my expectation: the link points weakened each other, so that the calculated process could not proceed." The skeleton mage threw out a handful of calculation papers and attached them to the heads of the chirping little people in the picture. It shows their respective understandings of the forest - even judging from the rough appearance, their quarrel can only be regarded as just beginning.

"In the original calculation, these perceptions were considered not to be relevant enough. The connection points will focus on solving the immediate crisis and rush to us quickly. After that, we can take over these perceptions. Thus, problems arise Destroy them before."

"original."

"should."

"Eliminate awareness? Or eliminate them?" Yi Cha slowly raised his glasses. This action made the little fly burst into laughter, and it fell to the ground and rolled around. The original Olympian was unmoved and his expression remained ugly.

"Eliminate redundancy." Yimeizi said with an ugly face. "For example, our current conversation." He cut off the topic and spread out the calculation paper again:

"I have realized my mistake: obviously, in some cases of free will, a crisis big enough to affect the survival of oneself and the motherland is not as important as winning a trivial argument. They are now addicted to proving their truth In being more real than the other, they have completely forgotten what to do – say, come to us.”

"Insignificant, but close at hand."

"I will learn from this experience: they will not learn any experience." The original arcana mage's voice was as cold as ice.

Icha rolled the ball of yarn thoughtfully. The size of the yarn ball is not much different from before, but its structure is completely different. It now looks like an enlarged multi-headed mushroom. A Metz's counting table passed by at a low altitude and snatched away the ball of wool. Several pieces of calculation paper were immediately covered to form a model of the same size and shape.

Metz inserted the pen into the paper mushroom mold and let it start counting along the planned pattern.

"Preparing for failure. I suggest you start thinking about next steps as soon as possible."

He crossed his dry fingers. "That is. Another step."

to catch the falling ball of yarn. It became a little sticky. It means that the activity between the connection points has entered a fever pitch. The devil narrowed his eyes and zoomed out the image in the energy pattern:

The little prison stopped and swirled in the flood. It is undergoing a battle for control internally. Apparently whatever achievements the unlucky ones inside had accomplished were gone after a few wonderful moments of positive mind-to-spirit interaction.

The devil has seen enough. He raised his head and saw the bones on Yi Metz's jaw.

"Counting master. What do you think of 'Juice'?"

"You didn't really mean to ask the question. Ichaint Sinkardstu. You just wanted to express the corresponding opinion. You can just express it."

“I need to know first—what jokes make you laugh?”

"It's detailed. It's consistent with the syllogism. The character has an arc. There's a twist at the end. It's unexpected. It's a double entendre. It's ironic and insinuating. It's stimulating happiness or madness or emotion or any other product of black bodily fluids. It's not allowed."

"Then I have nothing to express."

"It makes sense. Maybe talking less and calculating more will indeed be beneficial to our process." Metz picked up the calculated paper model indifferently and started compiling. The little fly now returned to Icha's ear, surprised. "Dear Om. How can you resist killing this guy?"

"because……"

The demon paused.

He raised a finger and let the little fly land on the tip of his claw. "Because of the great Demon King. I want to give you this precious opportunity."

"Wow. Really buzz?"

"Really." Icha stared into its red eyes. "Please come back to me, and then kill him cruelly. How cruel you can be, how many times you can kill him."

The little fly was so excited that it buzzed excitedly.

"I allow it!" it said. "I allow it! I want to--" It rushed out, hit Icha's wrist and bounced back, making him dizzy.

"...You have to come back to me first. My queen. All of you. I mean."

"Everything I have is here! Honey!"

Yi Cha sighed and let the little fly fly.

"What's the result?" He raised his head and looked at Metz. "How prepared are you for failure?"

"Quite limited." The original math mage put down the calculation paper. Look at the two holes in the skull. "But there's something coincidental about this: We haven't failed yet."

…

…

"I'm going to starve to death." Asimov pressed his stomach weakly. "Can you find me something to eat? Even fish spirit and red water from coconuts. Then I don't have to lie here and listen to you—"

quarrel. Bud's screams drowned out his words. Then there are other voices. The little fish picker grabbed the merchant's son by the shoulders, knocked his hat off, and then punched him in the nose. Xiang Ning's entire face became red and swollen, and his hat rolled aside. Pipes were scattered everywhere.

…It wasn’t just a fight.

Vabra sighed.

"Hey, brother." Asimov reluctantly stretched out his hand and shook the newsman's limb hanging on the floor. "Come and sail for a while first."

R Supplement 32 looked at him sympathetically: "Absolutely not. My shift is scheduled for tomorrow night."

"Then find me something to eat."

"This is beyond my responsibilities. What's more, what '戈' thinks of as food and what 'Ang' thinks of as food are almost completely different from each other..."

What nonsense. Asimov thought. But he wasn't very angry with him. Just like Uncle Willy Shaw said. When you use a person, you should not doubt his functionality.

He now needs additional functionality.

Does anyone else have another feature?

Coughing sound. A hoarse voice accompanied by a cough.

"Little cubs——"

(End of chapter)