Feo was taken out of the prison area. His hands and feet are all in restraints, and no control chips have been implanted. A special treatment, but not because of his special status. In the final moments, the committee was stingy with all resources. He can't make any trouble. Everyone knows this. Even Fuo himself knew it, so the committee didn't waste any more energy.
The people responsible for escorting him walked on both sides of the transport truck. They all pretended to be relaxed, but Foal knew they were listening. Both of them have large ears, which is an organ characteristic unique to people born at the end of their lives - that is, babies born after the big squeeze breaks through the last safe boundary.
This is not natural evolution, whether the family planning department admits it or not. Before the edge of the Great Squeeze had even arrived, the sound of destruction from the stars had driven many people insane. They had to devise some makeshift devices to solve the problem, but the problem of caring for the baby became even more complicated. There's no real technical issue, it's all a matter of cost.
For Foor himself, his age happens to be a little earlier than the moment when the end of the world officially arrives, so he only uses a simple plug-in device. The device broke many times during his escape, and he made very rough repairs. Now it resembles a half-hat made of iron wire and synthetic cloth, hanging on his thin and gaunt head.
Under management rules, the council could have stripped the device. They did not do this, as it would be more beneficial to ensure that Foor's mind was intact. However, the technicians made appropriate changes to the hat. It still protects Foor from cosmic noise, but it also blocks out all sounds in safe frequencies. Even if the speaker was right next to him, the thug wouldn't know anything.
But they could all hear him. His meaningless babble, or his heartfelt talk. eternal. Sometimes they heard him uttering the word like a useless incantation. Spiral eternity. Tossing and turning eternity. There is no path to the end. The dream of the universe rises and falls. The eternity that can be reached is not eternity.
Not every spiritualist is so unreasonable. Most people will have the opportunity to speak to an ethics committee after being arrested. Their words, whether childish, naive or arrogant, are at least sane. They are not dissociated patients. Neither was Feo. The results of medical tests proved that he was of sound mind. Perhaps the long interrogation against him had caused him to become disordered, but as long as there was no organic disease, everything was acceptable.
They took this gibbering man to the sixth convolution expansion analysis room, which is usually called the "blue room" by people in the computing center. An equipment room filled with light but always dim.
This day has been decided long ago. Regarding the neural uploading and destruction of the original substance of the last spiritual attention person, the time arrangement has been accurate to the atomic second - although the reliability of atomic activities is different from before the end of the world - computing center and ethics The review board is still trying to maintain order and discipline. It was their duty to do so, and for all who were left, maintaining the last bit of order became an important source of support, proving that they were still on the right path, looking for a way to escape before the end, rather than in vain. idling. They must do it. Because that is the last wish of everyone, or in other words, the last wish of all people. From the standard of efficiency, it is both great and just.
The soundproof doors opened layer by layer. Feo was sent inside. The whole procedure was not complicated. They placed him on the upload platform No. 47 and fastened the restraint belt and sensors. The flexible material quickly sank, enveloping him in dark gray inner matter. The prisoner did not resist, but stared at the sound wave analyzer above with his eyes open.
The blue graph on the analyzer is beating, changing and expanding according to the display rules of the slicer. From the point of view of the person who made it, these transformations represent the state of mind of the slicer at this moment (if the thing actually has an element of thought). In terms of graphical representation alone, it certainly looks alive, a silhouette of pumping organs, a rolling eye, or thin swimming fins.
However, in fact, it is all based on the viewer’s imagination. The Computing Center occasionally displays these analyzers to outside visitors to prove that their research progress is still under control. When necessary, they would explain the mathematical, neurological, or linguistic meaning of the graphics, but there was no evidence to support these interpretations. The rules for the operation of the slicer have not yet been found. As one of the founders of the computing center often said, failure is a common occurrence in the exploration phase.
Feo blinked and finally noticed a person standing on the high shelf next to the analyzer. A tall, strong and silent man, he is very big, but not bloated. The sides of his cheeks protrude outward, forming two rounded obtuse angle-like outline shadows, making people feel that he is somewhat slow and paranoid, but his eyes are like Bright as lights.
He stared at the man, who was also staring at him. Next to the two people who were looking at each other, Zhu Er and Ji Xun each sat on a chair and watched the trial. They were the only two jurors in the room, yet the two men in the story were unaware of them. Yes, some recalled histories are aware of their own fiction, but that is a rare gift.
Ji Xun looked around the whole room. This was one of the 3050 rooms, but he did not see that the owner of the house, Lunla from the Endless City, happened to have the same name as the student of the immortal man next to him. But of course this is a coincidence. Although the final infinite city is countless, the initial names of the city's residents are monotonous. There is nothing surprising about the duplicate name.
"Wes," he heard Jules introduce, "I think you recognized him. But he was still young at that time."
"I guess aging isn't a big problem for you anymore."
"I mean temperament." Jules said, "You will see it, Mr. Ji Xun. Weiss is a crucial part of the accident you want to know about."
Ji Xun stopped talking. They watched Weiss slowly descend from the elevated platform and came to Foao's side. The ethics committee member's rude and cold gaze swept from the prisoner's head to his toes. He seemed to be waiting for Foal to speak first.
The person lying on the upload platform smiled at him. He looked weak and haggard, but quite alert.
"I thought," he said softly, "that there would be a more formal trial waiting for me."
Weiss spoke. His voice matched his appearance perfectly, like a rolling stone collapsing against a mountain.
"There's no need to waste time," he said gruffly. "The committee has already decided. Your crime is no different from anyone else's."
"Then why are you here?" Foor asked. "Every body you destroyed has received a farewell from you? Or is this a special favor you give me? For our past friendship?"
"I'm here to get the job done," Weiss said.
"As far as I know, the wreckage disposal does not require human labor to be completed."
"I'll make sure you change your mind."
Foal blinked weakly. There was a hint of curiosity on his face, but more of it was self-deprecating humor.
"Change your mind," he chanted.
"You might still be able to help us," Weiss said. "Not in this way. If you're willing to give up those ridiculous ideas, the committee will let you make a difference."
"Does the committee think so? Or do you think so?"
Weiss frowned.
"I made a suggestion," he said.
"I'm impressed," said Foor, "but, my brother, I have no ideas. I'm never the one who gives the ideas - just an employee who does things by the rules, or a believer, whatever you want to say. I can't Change the truth.”
Wes had a look of boredom on his face. He said in a calm but unquestioning tone: "The universe is just space and time, matter and energy, Fuo. It is not a monster."
A helpless smile appeared on the prisoner's face.
"I can't prove it," he said, "Yeah, I can't prove it. Even though I call it the truth, it's just my feeling. Maybe you're right, Weiss, but even then, I can't agree with you. How you do it. It doesn't matter anymore. Live today and you will die tomorrow. If you are right today, you will be wrong tomorrow. I can't accept your invitation, Weiss. But if you still miss our past friendship, please come and take a look. My weapons. My sword for hunting snakes, my guns and bullets. If anyone can see my achievements, I really hope that person is you. I hope it shines on you and protects you. I will Make a wish like this.”
Weiss scowled in confusion. He took Feo's hand as he requested. Strange things do happen. In the palm of the thoroughly searched prisoner, he felt a flat, smooth metal round coin. A very old vintage coin. He turned it over and looked at it. The number eight was written on both sides.
