To recount the incident:
Above the altar, the dead sang loudly, but no one could hear their voices. The kind of doomsday ballad that once appeared in Bei's narrative is now unknown to outsiders. On a twisted and colorful land of no discernible material, it is like a smooth surface created by the burning of various silicas. On a starless night, a huge cyan-blue hole like a satellite version hangs upside down in the middle of the sky.
The dead wandered among them like a swarm of black dragonflies flying across the setting sun. The skin as thin as an owl is still vividly colored, the head is intact, and the bulging eyes stare at the land below. From the intruders who appeared in the night dome to the executioners who followed closely behind.
They saw the vigorous fire-like energy jumping around. In the last remaining operating space of the separator, a dim rainbow bridge with a halo of fire appeared from nothingness. Four intruders crossed Hongqiao and came to the core. Their purpose couldn't be clearer. But the dead were not going to stop it. They don't care about anything but singing songs of desire. Likewise, they saw shadows emerging from the seamless ground, and hunter figures emerging from the paths. This time the songs of the dead changed. They saw the flowers of death blooming in the fire, just like seeing relatives and friends returning from afar. The Goddess of Death looks down on the infinitely rotating earthly wheel, and she first looks at the most dazzling person. The flowers in full bloom are always the first to be picked.
To recount the incident:
Overall, things went well. They made it to what had once been the control room or the mainframe - it was now impossible to tell, perhaps the two had been conceptually merged into one. Naturally, things always progress with small failures, so accept the possibility of encountering any difficulties: the slicer is still surrounded by the illusion of the song of the dead. It also found a strange monster. This is to be expected. Before everything happened, they had designed many defense procedures for the slicer. The ethics committee was originally one of its defense procedures. It is completely inadequate to abstract it into a more romanticized posture. Strange.
It doesn't matter what the monster's nature or origin was, a mere illusion that never existed in real history. A nightmare that defies probability. To deal with this dangerous defense mechanism, they just need to turn off the slicer. Fortunately, the defense mechanism of segmentation is not smart enough. It did not choose to eliminate her, or another person who might have the knowledge to shut down the Slicer. It was attracted to the strongest heat source like an automatic fire extinguisher and attacked the shielder brought by Ji Xun. It wasn't a pre-specified bait plan, but it suited their needs. And in the longer term, it's also good for her. Once the slicer is turned off, she may have less risk to deal with. Now, what needs to be done is to act quickly.
To recount the incident:
Meow Saint Zeng Yun: The bright spots of light and the dark sea of clouds are a hunting ground for the boss! You have to learn to ride on someone else’s boat and be self-reliant!
The world sucks. Of course, for a truly remarkable cat to survive the worst of circumstances. Not just survive, but always remain the apex predator. The apex predator never suffers. If it gets scratched, it won't be easy. Absolutely not. The challenger must be eaten alive.
What a disgusting piece of rotten fish and shrimp! Non-hunting animals have a cowardly and troublesome attitude, just like stinky birds like to build nests, stinky rats like to dig holes, stinky monkeys chirping with their own kind all day long, and stinky bastards waste time every day! What's there to talk about? What's there to argue about? They make a fuss about everything they see, and argue about what to do with it even after it poops - just bury it like this! Idiots even make such a simple job of burying shit. It’s really unbearable! When idiots spend all their time shitting and talking about shit, they have no time for the real business: hunting and being hunted. There are, of course, only two things in the world: Don't be hunted by scoundrels, and then go hunt scoundrels. Time, place and environment don't matter. The key is to practice hunting skills. The bastard in charge of the training also admits this: hunting is the survival essence of noble species - the bastard can't even say anything useful. The "teach the bad guys a lesson and then eat them alive" operation begins now.
To recount the incident:
In addition to the structural principles, there are hierarchical differences in wishing machines, and this conclusion has been initially recognized. Once things are ranked, it means their performance is comparable. Stronger. weaker. More flexible. safer. There are indeed such boundaries for human-made machines – but are they true? For infinite machines that rely on description, perhaps the boundaries only exist in the form of expression. Are people building “more expressive machines” or “more empathetic machines”?
Now, use a Level 1 to Level 3 Infinity Machine in serviceable condition and two experimenters. The two of them made wishes on the same machine at the same time. One of them said: I will live. Another said: I will kill him.
Result 1: The definition of the word "kill" has been revised historically.
Result 2: The historical definition of “living” has been modified by history.
Result 3: The first wish-maker was observed to have fallen into biological death. Before death, his nervous structure was damaged, forming a first-level wish machine-like structure, and he was trapped in an infinite thinking task.
Result 4: It was observed that the two people merged to form a new individual who called himself Experimenter No. 2. But his way of thinking and behavioral habits clearly have the characteristics of Experimenter No. 1.
Result five, omitted.
Result six, slightly
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Result 6942: The wishing machine caused the universe to fold. The same murder event occurred simultaneously in two space-times that were not observing each other, with opposite results.
The above test results all guarantee the simultaneous realization of mutually exclusive wishes. The difference in implementation methods is due to the level of the wishing machine or the differences in language and expression used by the experimenter.
New experiment participants: two experimenters who can directionally call the six-level wishing machine.
Experimental design: Same as above.
Experimental results:?
Narrate this for the last time.
Crossing the invisible line, the form is reflected in the mirror.
From the isolated mountain, fell into the dream of death.
Who are you? Asking questions while being destroyed repeatedly. Gradually sinking in the swaying sea cauldron. The sound of the sword vibrates, and the jade-hanging luan sings.
Who are you?
Beyond the shadow of the lion's blood, I saw the scaly surface of the dragon snake. Although I don't know where this person came from, I already know where his magical power lies.
Who are you?
The eclipsed scimitar held by the source of disaster burned with blue fairy fire. However, it is definitely not a stolen weapon. Can't do it. Absolutely not. Not the same one.
Who are you?
No one responded.
Like drowning, repeatedly sinking into death and then emerging from the mirror. This is the transformation of gods. This is the soul. There is no end of life, no death. Separation is emotion, separation is nature.
Over and over again, over and over again, wandering at the gate of the abyss. Never once looked directly. Not once did I spy. Instead, he drifted away without looking back. After seeing the ancient sage, he was moved by the spirit and started to sing. This is what he said:
The cold sky and bitter earth make a high rhyme, and the frost blade of the ice knife cuts into the plain heart.
Keep the faint fragrance from afar, and endure the loneliness even more cautiously.
Jiujiu returns to the Yuan Dynasty and simplifies the tradition. Slowness is better than diligence every year.
But the true nature of the Tibetan Spiritual Tower is there, and a single branch of cold jade crosses the abyss.
