That's not surprising when you think about it. As a security guard of the Alliance, Upsilon's spaceship not only has a prison and an interrogation table, but also obviously needs some educational and rehabilitation materials specially prepared for illiterate criminals. Luo Binhan suspected that he was the first primitive pansapien in history to enjoy them.
It all started when Momolo led him into a circular room of less than twenty square meters. The room was very dark, and Luo Binhan didn't feel anything special when he first entered. But then Momolo stood on the round platform in the center of the room and lit up the light. Luo Binhan closed his eyes for a while to adapt. When he opened them again, everything was completely different. He and Momolo were in a completely white space, with no walls, ceiling, or anything that could be called a boundary. What alarmed Luo Binhan the most was that there was no trace of the door through which they came in. Unless he can pass Central City's simplified cognitive test with his eyes closed, he'll have no chance of escaping.
Momolo straightened his tie with great energy, and then pulled on his cloak - his current attire was truly worth mentioning. After being promoted to the only designated teacher at Silence Private Primary School, this good traveling companion immediately changed his appearance and put on a uniform that Luo Binhan had never seen before. It was obviously some kind of very serious uniform, from the long decorative light blue knot tied around the neck, similar to a tie, to a dark blue cloak with unusually stiff fabric, or more like an elongated version of the academic uniform drapery. Under this hanging cloth is also matched a set of silver-backed and blue-patterned one-piece tight-fitting uniforms. It immediately filled Momolo with a heroic temperament like a superman, and at the same time, he had the elegance and elegance of a scholar. Momolo even made slight adjustments to her hairstyle to match the unique outfit. His hair is now shorter, and the curly parts are obviously straightened, like an instructor preparing for special warfare training.
Luo Binhan was really shocked by his formation. He advised Momolo not to be so solemn, because learning is different from lottery, it is a matter of special importance to luck, and even he himself did not have high hopes.
"Mr. Luo, it seems you said the opposite."
"What's the opposite?" Luo Binhan said, "I have a guarantee if I continue for ten consecutive years. Can I still pass the test if I study for ten hours?"
Momolo held his hands: "I am your guarantee, Mr. Luo! No matter how many years it takes, I will definitely let you pass! I will never give up no matter what!"
Luo Binhan was very moved after hearing this, but he did not forget that the age of the Yongguang clan is measured in thousands and thousands. And even if he has the smallest possibility of dying, according to the answer provided by Jing Huang, he will probably have a life span of more than 150 years. Spending one hundred and fifty years pursuing success instead of revenge on Jing Huang was undoubtedly using his potential power in the wrong direction. Even so, he felt that ten days and a half month was not too difficult. If it can make Momolo happy, that would be a good thing.
Momolo really enjoyed it. He first scanned the books that Jing Huang had brought for two hours, then woke up Luo Binhan from his nap and handed him the lecture notes for the first class.
"I already know how to teach you, Mr. Luo!" he announced proudly.
Luo Binhan holds a very conservative attitude towards this. The last person who tried to teach him a history lesson in the Everlight Realm was ∈, and the ending was that ∈ was permanently expelled and was never allowed to step into the Silence Private Elementary School again. Of course he couldn't do this to Momoluo, but he also felt that his eyes would inevitably suffer a few times, and this incident even started earlier than Luo Binhan imagined. Before Momolo opened his mouth, his pure white classroom had left Luo Binhan no room to doze off. He gently reminded Momolo that maintaining such brightness for a long time might damage his eyesight.
"No, Mr. Luo," Momolo blinked and said, "I have asked Senior Yupsilon to provide you with the physiological data scanned when you boarded the ship. This brightness is completely harmless to you, Mr. Luo, and It can help you stay focused. I also took practical classes in this kind of environment when I was in school, and I will get used to it quickly."
Now Luo Binhan had nothing to say. He took out the handout and took a look. All the words appeared extremely clear under the light, without any shadows or blind spots. This reminded Luo Binhan to glance underneath him. What he thought was right, this was a space where no shadows were produced, and it was said that the same was true for Momolo's hometown.
"How weird," he murmured.
He sat down in the all-pervasive light, and it felt like he was sitting on a smooth and invisible glass pane. Momolo stood in front of him, pulling out a translucent emerald green light screen from the void. It was obviously some kind of blackboard-like device. When Momolo put his hand on it, several lines of dark writing appeared on it.
Infinity is intellect's greatest companion and its most disturbing enemy.
——Research leader of Yongguangjing Academy of Sciences No. 3527, former Ever Dark Period 19227.13
In these infinite spaces, the eternal silence plunges me into silence.
——Research leader of Yongguangjing Academy of Sciences No. 2911, former Ever Dark Period 13267.37
Protect the wishes gathered under the infinite vastness of the sky and keep moving forward.
——Dream World, Anonymous
There is nothing difficult about these sentences. Luo Binhan read them from beginning to end and felt a little familiar. He flipped through his lecture notes again and found that they were all excerpts from the preface of the big black book, which he ignored because of their insignificance.
Momolo stood upright next to Guang Ping. He didn't use any pointer-like tools, but when he looked at the light screen, the writing where he looked lit up like burning.
"Mr. Luo, it seems that Mr. ∈ has introduced you to the history of my hometown before. Although it is only a brief version, I think you should also know that my hometown was on the verge of destruction. Before the arrival of the Year of Eternal Darkness, my ancestors As an advanced intellectual civilization at that time, it created a plasma spark tower that could provide unlimited energy. Although the mutation of the spark tower eventually caused the extinction of that civilization, before all changes occurred, it also allowed my ancestors to truly start their journey. 'Infinite Path' - that is what is now called the Wishing Machine Theory by the Alliance. It was precisely because they were attracted by the potential of this theory that my ancestors almost shelved the research on the technology of spiritual reproduction and transformation at that time. , put all your energy on the abyss theory and the framework of infinite geology."
"But they still used colonial clothing in the end." Luo Binhan said.
"Yes. Although the research on the Infinite Path is very important, almost all their results were lost in the catastrophe of the Year of Eternal Darkness, and only a small part is still preserved in the Science and Technology Bureau. A large number of them were also lost. And the history of my hometown - how did our ancestors live at that time? What kind of stories happened, and how did they face the last moments? Even their names are almost not preserved and can be found There are only some records related to the former Science and Technology Bureau. The first two sentences you saw were all found from the remaining work records of the Year of Eternal Darkness."
The first few lines on the light screen began to burn and glow. Luo Binhan stared at them, feeling a little confused. endless. Infinite time and space. That sounds really big. Thousands, or trillions. He knows that infinity is a larger number than these, a number that cannot be pointed out, but what difference does that make to him? He only deals with an exact number in his life. Some numbers are indeed uncountable, like stars and gravel, but that's just because it's not worth the cost to count. But since they are there, at the same moment, there must be an exact total amount. Even the little prince of the Fairy Castle does not have an unlimited number of hairs.
He told Momolo about his confusion, but Momolo started shaking his head.
"No, Mr. Luo. 'Infinity' is not a very big number, it is a completely different concept in nature. You have to remember this before you can understand the theory of wishing machines of level two or above."
"Okay." Luo Binhan said. After a while, he couldn't help but ask: "Do you mean what I understand by the wishing machine? A machine that can help you realize any wish?"
"You can indeed say that, Mr. Luo. Although the alliance still has disputes about the form of expressing wishes, in order to maintain consensus in different star realms, everyone will try to use the term 'wishing machine'. The wishing machine is a 'wishing machine' "Some kind of structural design with limited expression of infinite wishes', this is the current official definition of Central City. So far, all levels of wishing machines owned by the Alliance can still be placed within the framework of this statement."
"I don't understand this." Luo Binhan said bluntly, "You have divided this thing into levels... You have two machines, and they can fulfill all wishes - but are there any level differences between them? Among them Can one be stronger than the other?”
"Yes, Mr. Luo. Because the display power is different. So far, the theoretical limit can reach a level five wishing machine, but the alliance has not built one yet. That is just a model width that can be reached logically."
Luo Binhan was completely confused. He calmed down and tried to understand the matter from a more concrete perspective. Yes, all wishing machines can grant wishes, but the price may be different.
"Let's talk about something more practical," he said. "If I want a planet to explode, can all the wishing machines do it?"
"Of course, Mr. Luo."
"Is there any price? For example, I will be asked to sacrifice an eye or something?"
"No, as long as you can express your wish correctly, it will be fine."
"Then give me eternal life?"
Momolo said: "This is a typical first-level wishing machine wish, Mr. Luo."
"Create a god?"
"First level wish."
"Destroy the universe?"
"This wish is similar to the last one, Mr. Luo."
Luo Binhan stared at Momoluo. The Yongguang clan also looked at him with an innocent and confused expression. He gradually began to feel that this matter was not difficult, but incomprehensible.
"Time travel? Changing history?" He said, this is the most terrifying and ultimate ability he can think of.
"Level 1!" Momolo replied without hesitation.
Luo Binhan started to have a headache. Momolo looked at him awkwardly from the side, and finally helped him turn over the handout.
"Because Mr. Luo, you haven't learned anything related to the concept of intelligence before, so it may be difficult to understand. Please don't worry, let's start with the prototype wishing machine."
He handed the handout back to Luo Binhan and asked him to start reading from that page. Luo Binhan numbly took it and started reading from the first line of that page:
...The formation of the concept of a wishing machine is a natural thing, just like a larva gradually learns how to reproduce during its growth. It is just the normal development result of a civilization's cognitive level. We have observed that even trap-belt civilizations that have never been aware of the existence of black boxes will touch the "wishing machine" hypothesis at relative stages and different levels. What’s interesting is that they often have some regularity and original characteristics, such as magic lamps, magic boxes or infinitely intelligent machines. This is of course naive in theory, but we can already get a glimpse of the seeds of concepts sprouting in the chaotic soil. A hypothetical form of wishing machine that is very typical and common in early civilizations in trap zones is called a 'printed wishing machine'. It is abstracted as a combination of an infinite energy system and an infinite number of blueprints. Through the reshaping of basic examples, all substances allowed to exist in the objective universe and star-level rules are created.
Is this idea feasible? The answer is still controversial so far. It mainly depends on how to view the expressive limit of "infinite number of blueprints", so this printed wishing machine in its most perfect form is enough to be considered a special type of first-class wishing machine. Yet it is equally obvious that the “blueprint” imagined by early civilizations was a very crude concept and could hardly be considered a theoretical system. This means that although a printed wish machine can create an unlimited number of items, it will be limited by the amount of material raw materials and the design of the blueprint. It's hard to imagine using such a black-box wishing machine to accomplish anything beyond limits, or to understand the many meta-concepts required for a more expressive description. Therefore, the mainstream view is that the printing wish machine should not be juxtaposed with other types of first-level wish machines, but should be called a zero-level wish machine, or a prototype wish machine. It should be pointed out that although it is regarded as the most incomplete wish machine in terms of functionality, making a perfect printed wish machine may be more cumbersome, expensive and difficult than a perfect secondary wish machine. The quantum jump from level zero to level one seems impossible and costly, but we can also see a small number of incomplete examples of printed wish machines (all of which work well for practical needs). Here we only briefly introduce to readers two equally extreme but completely opposite cases: Chonghongxiang intellectual matrix and remote-free micron system.
