Before Bodi started talking about this, Yaleriga first asked him to wait for a while. She returned to her room and told Qiaoqiao Tianyi some follow-up work that needed to be completed. Then she walked out and invited Bodi to sit alone with her.
She pretended not to see the malicious smile on Bodie's face, and went straight to the bridge room. Unlike the restrained Yi, the former guard had already figured out every public area on the ship where he was allowed to move. He even flirted with the more obvious cameras and asked Yaleriga to help rate them afterwards to see which angle he looked the most attractive from.
Naturally, the bridge room did not escape his inspection. He didn't need Yalerga's guidance, he would take the initiative to sit in the most comfortable and spacious seat in the room. That was also where Jing Huang used to sit. He asked Yalayliga to sit with him with a proud smile, but Yalayliga still ignored him. She sat across from him, pulled out a flower candy on the table, and asked Bodie to tell him what he knew.
"It's nothing special," Bodie said. "In the world - I mean the world I live in, there are all kinds of stories. I heard that there was such a city a long time ago, and they were built by the immortals. That city has the ability to trace history. But not one history, but all possible histories."
Yaleriga blinked: "Possible history?"
"That's it. What exactly? I heard this: There was a death row prisoner in the past. He was electrocuted in a chair. We all know that was his end. But that's not the only possibility. Sex, he might be able to escape from prison in advance before he is electrocuted, and he might get amnesty. Some fools can't tell the difference between a fake death shock and a real dead person, so he will be mistakenly thrown away as a corpse. In short, as long as there is any It makes sense to assume that if you let him survive, you will have a way to make him appear in that city alive. People can do this, and of course objects can. You can get any kind of delicacy that has appeared in history, any handful Weapons. You can also want treasure, but that’s pointless.”
When he was halfway through speaking, Yaleriga's body had already separated from the back of the chair. She listened to his words with rapt attention, and Bodie undoubtedly noticed. He pretended to say: "Maybe this has nothing to do with the City of Golden Bells..."
"No, they sound very similar."
"There are many stories like this in the world. People imagine that a certain place is perfect, and they can have whatever they want. They don't have to work hard, and they don't have to endure lack. Anyone can imagine like this, right?"
"The description you gave is very specific. It points out where those unearned things were obtained."
Bodie had a funny look on his face.
"From past history! Let alone possible history. Do you think this is an explanation? It would be better to say it came from my dream."
"That's an explanation, too. A different principle. But you can't dream about something that doesn't exist in your imagination."
Bodie made a gesture of laughter. He did laugh a few times, but when he saw Yaleriga's nonchalant look, his laughter gradually subsided. His expression gradually changed from curiosity to disbelief.
"What does this mean?" he asked. "Are these common in your experience?"
"Not common, but they do exist."
"So you don't lack anything? Can't you just let the kid you're looking for come back on his own?"
Yareliga thought about it. She hadn't planned to tell Bodie this part, but she had always been generous to those who had helped her.
"In the outside world, they are often called wish machine systems," she said. "Machines or facilities that can achieve anything, but it must involve a wish maker, and the wish maker must express the wish with absolute accuracy. .If you want to be absolutely safe, you also have to know how this happens."
"What's so hard about this?"
"Try asking for a torus that is topologically equivalent to a sphere."
"What torus?"
"That's the problem." Yaleriga replied, "You can only say what you understand."
"Okay. It's a problem," Bodie admitted, "but it's a play on words. As long as you teach me the concept, it won't be a big problem. And you see, if I don't know something, it means I don’t need it in my life.”
"But someone needed it. They tried to make the wish. And their wishing machine managed to do it."
Bodie stared at her intently. Maybe he knew this or something from her attitude.
"They changed the rules of the entire star layer." Yaleriga said, "The space structure was completely destroyed, and the relative position of the star layer in the infinite geology changed. No one knows where they fell. They may Still alive, if they had made a wish to stay alive in such a structure, the impact it would have on themselves is unknown, and they would be completely unable to communicate with our world. Such wishes are easily made Of…you may wish to make this world no longer noisy.”
"It's an inspiring wish, but I haven't thought about it. You probably wouldn't want a color to disappear out of thin air, huh? But I understand what you mean. If I do this, maybe everyone will die. For arrhythmia, or... let me think about it, if it makes this sound source disappear, that means everything that makes a sound here has changed, right? Some kind of qualitative change, maybe my body is also ruined .That’s what you want to say.”
Yaleriga smiled slightly. She didn't want to give the scumbag too obvious a compliment.
"How many people died for this?" Bodie asked with interest. That was not a sympathetic tone.
"It used to be a lot. But it's not that common anymore."
"Why? There are fewer and fewer wishing machines? And, since there are so many idiots looking for death in front of us, why are so many of you still alive?"
"There is more than one wishing machine." Yaleriga said, "They are different in form and method, and their ability to understand the description is also different. They are different in performance. So, if you face One of them made a wish to maintain the status quo..."
"Ah, I understand. A question of power?"
"Understanding and manifestation. That is the limit of the machine or the universe itself. And your descriptive power, that is the extent to which you can use it. For wishing machines with higher manifestation power, it can make low-level wishes be Compatible. Even if the rules of one universe are changed, other places can still remain intact. This is the reason why most people survive. Currently, the most expressive wish machine is controlled by a person who strives for stability. If he does not let go of the restrictions , other wishing machines cannot cause real harm. He maintains the stability of the entire world."
"The machine doesn't work?"
"They can't describe it."
"What does that mean? Like if I hit that damn ring? If a bad guy had a worse wishing machine than he does, he would turn into an idiot who can't say a wish?"
"It's a little more complicated than that, and it might work causally. But you can understand it that way."
Bodie laughed again. Somehow this topic seemed to make him particularly happy. He followed Yaleriga's example and grabbed a stick of flower candy, held it sideways in his mouth, sipped it and shook it up and down.
"This is a really interesting thing," he said. "It's very interesting. I really want to see this thing with my own eyes. I have a feeling, you know? I think I can see it with my own eyes. But before that, I thought of a very strange question."
"Tell me."
"How do you know who is in control of the highest wishing machine?" Bodie asked. "How do you know that it is the highest wishing machine if it can even prevent you from realizing it?"
