In some places, people think it is unwise to invite strangers into your home. Guests walked through the door with a good attitude, then took out knives or muskets, turning the cozy living place into a bloody execution platform. Stories like this are common.
However, in the last city on earth, people never had such awareness. They tell this idea like a horror story from ancient times. There are three reasons for their mutual trust: first, robbery is meaningless, everyone actually gets the same amount; second, killing is meaningless, because strictly speaking, no unique individual can Be truly and permanently erased; thirdly, in a private realm like a house, no one has a higher voice than the owner of the house.
Guests are always harmless. Nor did they have to worry about being harmed by their host when they visited, for if the host harbored any insincere malice as they passed through the hall, the golden bell hanging on the door would ring. He can then refuse to enter the area outside the antechamber, where all imagination becomes powerless. Even if the master happens to have a lethal body (a rare thing among sociable people) and kills his unfortunate guest in the anteroom, he will be in the golden bell before midnight. The sins are revealed in the questions and answers.
death penalty. This is an incorrect statement because it seems to imply punishment. But in reality, the city is not prepared to punish anyone. The real goal is to make life suitable for everyone, and for this, if anyone becomes too unfit, it can only be reinvented. In the front room, the ceiling will come down with a ceremonial thud, knocking down all the accumulated mistakes. Then comes pure and unerring new birth. The owner is reborn in the anteroom as a baby, and the house itself takes care of it until he is old enough to make his own decisions.
There is no better system than this! Completely merciful! And justice! Everyone who lives in the final infinite city will admit this. They really think so, because those who lie will be corrected appropriately and promptly in the Q&A.
In short, murder is rare between host and guest. Can't say no. Because there is no "nothing" in infinite things. The city can only ensure that this happens with a reasonably low probability, and no matter how many times it happens, the finally reshaped host and guest can continue to live happily and peacefully. That’s the wonderful thing about this city.
Under the protection of a wonderful system, Wei invited his new friend into his room on this day. His residence has a number, which is seven to the ninth power divided by three in decimal notation. As long as the guest remembers this number accurately (of course, it is not accurate to any divisor, it is someone else's house that has nothing to do with him), he can cross a street and come to his door.
A skilled magician is undoubtedly such a qualified guest. He walked easily across the street to Vee's front room. There, he expressed his greetings and concerns to Wei. He said that he had a very close relationship with the previous Wei and learned from each other, and that he was also willing to continue to communicate with the reborn Wei and teach Wei any useful knowledge. When he said all this, Jin Ling was quiet. Then Wei knew that the man was not lying.
He enthusiastically invited the magician into the front hall to meet his mother Vibi. Wei Bi has all the qualities of a good mother in Wei's imagination (although he only knows this character from his feelings of loneliness and some historical stories). On weekdays, she sits in a room filled with silk threads and knits. Half of her face adopts the appearance of the original female, beautiful but a little stern; the other half of her face is made of black iron, with sharper edges, and is responsible for playing a male role in a few moments. Wei didn't like the male half, but he didn't modify it because it seemed to make Wei Bi become a completely different person.
The magician walked into the room full of knitting threads and talked to Vibi among the sawtooth spools and needles. Now he was talking to the female half of his face, and now he was talking to the male half of his face. Both sides seemed to appreciate him.
Wei has never seen a customer who is better at getting along with Wei Bi. The magician said this was because of his experience. Among the infinite inhabitants of the Infinite City, he is also one who creates for himself kin out of loneliness. However, he was a man who lived a long time and took good care of himself, so he got a younger brother. They worked hard to live together, and in the process the magician mastered many social skills.
This is a good thing. The magician was allowed into Wei's room. In the place where he usually played, ruins and damaged mechanical parts were scattered on the ground. Vee used some of them to cobble together his six-legged flying bed, as well as a still immobile arm saw soldier.
The magician was very interested in the arm saw soldier being manufactured. He asked why Wei would create such a model that clearly had a functional purpose, but at the same time not give it the correct function. There was nothing difficult about the process, it was just something to think about.
No. Of course not. Vee explained to his new friend with a slight blush. That's not what the game does. It was a challenge for him not to use the power of his mind, but to move the soldiers purely by his hands. He had a set of instructions from the past and planned to build and assemble them according to the instructions.
Not everyone understands his game. But the magician, as he described himself in the front room, was a very good friend. He immediately understood how Wei derived challenge and pleasure from the game. He said jokingly that this can be regarded as a kind of spiritual practice and a style of ancient people.
Wei was a little fascinated by his evaluation - the style of the ancients, this word sounded a bit mysterious to him. After all, for those who have never watched any fact become history, the past and the present are two completely unrelated things.
The magician participated in his little game. They looked at the instructions together and dreamed up various parts. In this game, the magician plays more skillfully and strictly than Wei. He will point out how a component is made, which in turn involves more and more complex processes. This Taoist man was able to build a workshop larger than the front hall just for the formation of one part, and explained that this was the core logic of the ancient method.
He showed Vee the nails, and the rollers and belts. Before the end of history, these objects were not purely decorative. They exist out of necessity. That is to say, without their participation in operation, machinery would simply not be possible. It really can't be made. Because at that time, for much of history, people’s creations could not rely on perception, but were limited by the ability to express reality. An absolutely smooth platform cannot be built, nor can a ship without a single nail. People must rack their brains and go round and round to overcome these difficulties that do not exist in the theoretical world.
However, the magician then added that the ancient method has some benefits. It does not rely on perception, so chance will always play a role. People will create things that are outside their own experience, things that are unexpected, which they would not have when they build with imagination.
But there is no need to do this now. There is no unknown history in the world, and everything can be obtained from imagination. In the past, people filled the empty box with material, but now the box is full. It is an endless enrichment. People only need to think about how to subtract and cut off the branches and leaves of infinite things. What people give is blank space and boundaries. In this way, the substantial material has various differences.
What a pity. Wei sighed. He was feeling lost because of all the unknown destiny. He can no longer take part in any great or exciting history, because all matters are finished. What he creates now no longer has real meaning, but is a vain imitation.
The magician heard his thoughts and smiled strangely.
Maybe history isn't over yet. He seemed to mutter to himself unintentionally.
