Wes escapes from the blue room.
His well-trained body helped him a lot. While the two guards were still staring at the wall in confusion, he had followed the warnings in the safety guidelines, evacuated from the suspected accident scene as soon as possible, activated the emergency mode, and moved the Sixth Convolution Expansion Analysis Room The power and network were cut off. He did all this out of habit, without thinking about anything during the process. His unhesitating decisiveness and instinctive obedience to the rules made him the only survivor.
is that so? Is this explanation reasonable? Wes asked himself frantically as he ran down the hallway. He did see it. Saw. Foor's body sat up from the platform. His eyes were dead, but his body and mouth were alive. The two caretakers also melted like the room, their bodies flowing with the blue light and blending into the ocean-like colors. They died too. This is a highly probable and true inference. But why is he okay? At the moment when the terror struck, he ran from the place closest to Foao to the door, but he was safe and sound. Is that because of his timely response? Or maybe the person who caused everything wanted to let him go?
In a few seconds, he had passed through the corridor and rushed to the command room and main console. He did not forget to use the embedded chip to issue an early warning to the entire region - but he didn't know what kind of early warning this should be classified as.
He began to judge the series of pictures his eyes saw. Resurrection from the dead is a delusion. Without any technical support, without any steps and records, the damaged biological brain will never be repaired automatically. There are two conclusions: either Foor has long since transformed into another creature, or what he saw was an illusion.
No, Fuo is not fake. A physical examination is part of the procedure. If Foor was some kind of bionic machine, or a ectopic brain made specifically for the raid, he would know this easily. And how to explain what happened after that? What made the analysis room look like that? He couldn't even find the words to describe it. He didn't know what he was seeing.
He looked to the past for signs and answers. About three hundred standard stars ago, when the Big Crunch had not yet reached its edge and the future looked uncertain, Weiss talked about primitive religion and rituals with his best friend from school. They mentioned such follies as believing that drinking the blood of children would prolong life, or conducting funerals to lure the dead to live somewhere in the center of the universe. They all thought of it as a funny weird story, somewhat ridiculous, but something to pass the time.
Those are simple wishes. Foor said. Some very intuitive associations. Just like taking away a glass of water or a candy bar from another person, people imagine that they can also take away illusory concepts—intelligence, happiness, or longevity. Of course, in fact that is already happening, but never through prayer or ritual, but through power. As an astronomer, it may have been unseemly to express such religious and political views, but it was certainly Foor's character. It was that extreme that led him down a path that Weiss didn't know existed. He disappeared for a while and Wes had no idea where he went. He next heard from Foault, who was campaigning against the use of free patients in the Divider Trial. There is no possibility of success, he claimed, but he could not provide any valid evidence. And when the other side of the debate asked him what alternatives he had, his answer also caused an uproar in the audience. Perhaps we should accept - and this is said to be from Feo's own words - that we are not the final answer, but only a trivial intermediate process. Accept the new life of the universe and then give it a try, or leave in peace. It's a moral thing to do, one that's fair to them all and preserves the final glory. Without the glory of civilization, their lives would be worthless in the universe.
Sometimes Weiss thinks back to that debate and feels a little viscerally confused. That's a losing debate. Fau bowed out, even among the Spiritualists who did not fully agree with his views. These quarrels are meaningless, because people can never actively run towards death. Wes doesn't care about power or morality, it's just simple common sense. And sometimes extreme ideas deviate from common sense.
Isn't he often said so? Old-fashioned, traditional, and inflexible, they have never understood the value of truth. A tool shaped purely by the morality of the past - the woman who disgusted him had said so. But he wasn't angry about it. He had no doubt that following order and rules would benefit the most people. And the truth, whether it's Foao's, Bei's, or that woman's, is actually a kind of bigotry. In practical terms, "truth" often plays no role. The obstacles it caused were clearly displayed in front of Wes's eyes, making him sad and frightened. But that's not what it should be, so he never expresses it. Foor indeed deserves to be judged, and the Slicer Plan must be implemented.
Weiss had run to the end of the corridor, running as fast as he could. As he turned the corner, not even the sirens went off more than three times, he bumped into someone. The man was wearing the gray-blue uniform of a first-level officer, but he was not Bei. Weiss looked closely at the other person, those unique pink eyes from the central galaxy. He met the person with whom he least got along in the entire computing center.
"Did you sound the alarm?" she asked bluntly, "What happened to Foao?"
Even though Wes was never close to her, he couldn't help but admire the computing center founder's acumen. The alarm had just occurred, but she didn't panic and was able to respond quickly to grasp the situation. As a researcher who has never participated in military operations, Juul seems to have some talent for dealing with crisis situations.
Weiss briefly explained the bizarre scene that happened in the sixth convolution expansion analysis room. He braced himself for questioning, but Jules said nothing. Instead she started to trot towards the place where the accident happened. Weiss reached out and grabbed her to stop her from coming into contact with the unknown danger. Jules suddenly looked back at him, his eyes flashing with a bright red light.
"Don't you understand what's going on?" she asked aggressively, "What did you think you saw?"
"Back from the dead," Weiss said. He wanted to choose more measured words, but he couldn't sum up the situation succinctly.
"Back from the dead! That's totally wrong, Weiss. The answer couldn't be any clearer. If you observe anything unusual, it just means the slicer is on! It's already running! We have to make sure it's running On track!”
She jerked Weiss's hand away. It was such a trained and professional technique that Weiss couldn't react in time until she was halfway down the corridor. He didn't know what she wanted to do, but he had to chase her. It was his duty to keep the researchers safe, and he would not stand by while an unconvicted man committed suicide.
He went back to catch up. Jules's steps were incredibly quick. When he grabbed her shoulders again, they were standing back at the door of the blue room. He tried to pull her back, which shouldn't have taken much effort, but Jules' fingers had already touched the soundproof door.
They saw the door spread like vapor blown by the wind. Deep in the room, the space seems to have been infinitely expanded. They saw no walls or floors, but a bottomless pit with a flowing cyan-blue halo. Everything was dimly twisted. They dare not look at this hazy detail, as if they know that there is some kind of fatal murderous intention hidden in it.
The man who rose from the dead sat on this abyss. The platform beneath him was covered with white frost, and the living dead hummed to themselves as if they were intoxicated. A nameless terror made Weiss step back. He didn't understand it all, but it wasn't just the unknown that frightened him.
Blue light poured down behind the door like a wave. He heard Jules question in a high voice. She grabbed him by the collar with fury and asked a series of questions that he couldn't understand.
"What did you say to him!" She almost screamed, "What was he thinking in the last moments before he was uploaded! Tell me! And you! You hope he doesn't have to die, don't you! It's your imagination Made all of this!”
"I don't know," Weiss said frantically. He saw Foor inside the house smiling at them over the abyss.
"You idiot with no self-control! Now the slicer has been activated, and we haven't had time to input the calculation target into it!" Jules shouted wildly, her eyes looking into the abyss were not afraid, but full of eagerness and desire. "You were the only one who saw this, you were the one who affected the target of the calculation. The Slicer even created the illusion of a dead man for you! Tell me what you asked it to do! This concerns us life or death!"
Weiss was ready to answer by the time she was halfway through her shout. He already understood what Jules meant, so he should answer, he had an obligation to answer. Although he painfully discovered that he didn't know the answer. What was Feo thinking as he died? He seemed to be thinking about countless things, and those couldn't even be counted as requests——
Foor on the abyss stood up. His stiff body was spinning in circles, like a strange classical dance step. He didn't look at them at all, but his voice seemed to ring in their ears.
"He was thinking," Foor sings, "how to stop the past? How to escape death? How to create a new life? How to make everyone happy?"
"Stop computing!" Jules said, "Stop self-starting! Stop now! Stop all scheduled starts, and use my voiceprint command as the restart condition. We need to reset all computing programs."
Her command fell, and Fior's grotesque twirling dance came to an abrupt end. He sighed, a mocking smile on his face.
"No problem, Master." He said, "But that is an additional wish. How to make eternity a slave?"
