Luo Binhan believes that Fake can be considered a good listener for most people. He himself is one of them. No matter how trivial the actual content may be, Farke always listens with such seriousness and concentration. Of course, this person was probably not listening at all, but was paying attention to an alarm being sounded hundreds of light years away. But that doesn't matter at all, because for people who have a strong desire to talk, it doesn't matter whether the audience is really emotional. In fact, it is best for the audience to have no strong personal opinions, otherwise they may take highly personal intervention actions.
A perfect listener only needs a basic response that makes sense at face value. Based on this standard, Luo Binhan really couldn't find a more perfect candidate than Fake. Farke will never give the wrong answer, because he does listen, and he will not get emotional, judge, or reveal little secrets in a casual conversation. There were some things that Luo Binhan would never mention to Jing Huang, but it didn't matter if he mentioned them to Fak. Those things were not secrets, and it didn't matter whether he understood them or not. It was just because he always felt that Jing Huang had strong emotions, while Fake was always just an outsider.
He'd certainly heard that statement a few times. Regarding the vitality of ancient laws, the existence of Jing Huang is just a "phenomenon", like a rainbow or rain and fog. Of course the person who made this judgment knew more than Luo Binhan, but Luo Binhan never understood this conclusion in his heart, because Jing Huang seemed very real most of the time - reality does not lie in character or speech, but in existence. Regardless of whether Jing Huang can fly or whether he can make his body transparent, his existence is so strong, real, and vivid, like a bonfire burning in the darkness, and is incompatible with all the illusory earthly scenery. indeed so. If Jing Huang stood there, the gray world would be like a hastily arranged stage, and the mortals would be nothing more than extras or movable puppets. Jing Huang is more like a real thing, while this huge world is an infinite illusion. He and everything he remembers are illusions. He wasn't going to mention this feeling to anyone.
What about Farke? Where will he place Farke? Farke is neither real nor false. He seems to be something without nature and characteristics. An order without subjective opinions. No. This is of course also wrong. Fake has his own views and purposes, but they are too far away from Luo Binhan. Everything he did had no clear meaning to Luo Binhan.
"Why do you care about the technical problems we have here?" Luo Binhan asked in confusion and sincerity. "Even if this place improves for another thousand years, it won't be of any help to you, will it?"
"That's probably true," Falk said.
"Do you want to bet on a big prize with a very low probability?"
"Well, that's not the case. This is not included in our plan. It mainly depends on your development wishes."
"So this is humanitarian aid? Because of mercy?"
Farke still shook his head.
"It's just an improvement," he explained.
“If it doesn’t do you any good, it’s not an improvement.”
"Forget it," Farke said. "This is an improvement overall."
This was their last discussion on those ethereal issues. Luo Binhan doesn't think now is a good time to make the general environment of the universe concrete. So he walked away from those thoughts that he could not express clearly, and turned to talk to Fake about insignificant issues. In other words, issues related to his own life in Lihai City.
"You can go to the hospital." Fake said. "Routine blood tests and genetic tests can be done, and no problem will be found."
"But there is, isn't it? You just deceived the person who checked it."
Farke gave him an explanation that sounded to Luo Binhan like Farke had put a swarm of small robots inside his body. Normally, they would keep his body temperature and physiological indicators stable, but once they detect that they are out of the internal environment, they will produce some optical and electrical signals that are enough to confuse the naked eye and detection equipment in front of any microscope.
Luo Binhan didn't even bother to ask when Fake did all this to him. He felt that even if he protested, Farke could still do something else without his knowledge. In comparison, a large number of tiny robots that he couldn't feel at all were no problem. He was even kind enough to ask Fak if these tiny robots could provide him with any other benefits, such as fighting cancer or influenza viruses.
"Well, it's true," said Falk. "If you want, I can add all the common pathogens here to the blacklist."
"Do you often do this?"
"This is the basic setup."
"So the people there are immune to all poisons?"
"Not all, but only pathogens entered in the database will be blocked."
Luo Binhan found this somewhat interesting. He really didn't want to catch the flu or something else during this period, so he readily asked Fake to help him set it up this way. When Farke asked him if he wanted to leave an exception in case something went wrong at the right time, he didn't think about it. No, there are plenty of ways to pretend to be sick, and he doesn't have to be really sick at all. He thought that Wuyuan people played with their bodies just like playing with computers, and it was much easier for a computer to pretend to be working than to actually work and then fix it. No one would deliberately leave a loophole in the firewall.
"Why don't you just make a white list?" He asked enthusiastically, "Excluding all unknown viruses? Wouldn't this prevent new varieties from being missed?"
"No," said Farke.
"Can't do it? I thought it was about the same difficulty as the blacklist?"
"The risk is very high. The base has now banned this setup."
Luo Binhan looked at the black dog curiously. He couldn't tell if the look on that face was more serious than usual, but he knew that Farke wasn't joking.
"That's fine," he shrugged. "There aren't any germs here that you don't recognize anyway."
There is no doubt about this. Luo Binhan thought. What can’t Farke do? Cancer, leukemia, motor neuron disease, AIDS, rheumatoid, uremia, rabies... No disease can be called a terminal illness in front of this black dog. When he thought of this, he suddenly felt a sense of guilt and regret. He imagined countless vague, morbid, and painful faces floating in front of him, all of them people who were terminally ill and dying.
They want to continue at any cost and want to find a way out before the great terror. Their families want to find a way for them. Their doctors want to find a way for them. But in the end there is only one dead end. At that moment, neither skill nor dignity matter, and there is no shame in worshiping gods or devils. If they knew of Farke's existence, they would rush to him to plead with him and would be willing to give him everything. But they don't know. The secret path to miracles is revealed to useless people. When those who are sliding towards death but longing for survival cry in pain in his imagination, the source of the guilt becomes clear: isn't that murder? Sinful murder. Knowing and doing nothing is tantamount to murder.
All failures are yours. Did the witch of fate ever say that? All death is your share.
An old woman passed by the green space. She was holding a black and white shepherd dog, looking peaceful and peaceful. When she smiled at them and greeted them, Luo Binhan's numb face also squeezed out a smile that pretended to be comfortable. His back was soaked in the misty cold river water. Did he never leave the lotus boat heading towards the hellfire? He thought about it hesitantly, but he did talk to Zhou Yu in the long wet and cold night in Lihai City. He has returned to earth. Quietly walked away from the story about infinity. From now on, everything that happens is a story about the insignificant world, a meaningless story about himself. At that moment, he had an urge to express his true thoughts to an outsider who would never feel anything about it.
"Farke," he said, "I've always felt..."
The black dog squatted on the edge of the grass and waited. Luo Binhan closed his mouth tightly, as if someone had sewn his upper and lower lips together with needlework. When he finally spoke, his voice was light and boring.
"You eat too much spicy food," he said. "Why do you like spicy food so much?"
"Mild stimulation maintains sharpness."
"Do you still need to rely on food to stay awake? I mean, don't you drive 10,000 surveillance robots and the like at all times? Moreover, I remember that you not only love spicy food, but you have also eaten other pain-sensing substances. "
"This is my preference." Farke replied calmly. Luo Binhan was immediately in awe, as if he had seen a sage admit in public that he likes to smell earwax.
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"I know a few restaurants that are particularly spicy." He promised generously, "I'll treat you to some later."
"Okay," Falk said.
"But you're leaving soon?"
"Yes. The matters on Xuman's side are more urgent and must be dealt with first."
"But can't you make several bodies at the same time? Can't you leave one here? So I know who to look for when I'm in trouble?"
"Well, it makes no sense to simply leave a hub with memory information, because the core calculator must be used to find Xuman, and the computing resources that can be allocated here are very limited. If there is no micron support, how many Threaded tasks are also very inefficient, and there is no way to set up a spiritual field blocker.”
"Can you sum it up in one sentence?"
"There is no way to deal with a serious spiritual site incident."
Luo Binhan shook his head nonchalantly. He didn't even want to ask what Farke's concept of "serious accident" was.
"Anyway," he said, "you can keep something."
"What's your reason?"
"I've got a whole bunch of troubles ahead of me. Going to Africa to study insects, remember? What if I have to tell a lie? Maybe someone will force me to name a hotel in Africa and go there to verify it. And the plane tickets. and other things. Don't tell me that no one cares about these... I have a little family problem, understand? I guarantee that someone will be interested in these, at least make the traces on the Internet round, right? Can you Can you get all this done? Even a low-end version of you? You used to be a programmer here. I remember you did network security or something. I guess it's not difficult for you to hack into anything?"
"Okay. But actually you don't need to worry about this. The traces of your whereabouts have already been prepared. You are very safe here."
Luo Binhan looked at the black dog a little suspiciously. He felt that there seemed to be too much certainty in Fake's tone. "very safe". This does not sound prudent at all. Who can guarantee that he is perfectly safe? Even Jing Huang and Momoluo couldn't stop him from getting a brand new left hand. But Farke's words carry different weight after all, because Luo Binhan has never seen his bright head fall into the pelican's mouth, and his credibility and majesty have never been permanently damaged.
"Okay." He finally compromised and said, "It seems that I will have to live a rural life alone in a week. Jing Huang is leaving with you? I mean he is leaving at the same time as you?"
"Yes. If you want to find Xuman, Xuanhong is a very important help."
"What's wrong with them being telepathic?"
"Well, it has nothing to do with that. Xuanhong is very good at finding people who are closely related to him, if he wants to find them."
Luo Binhan nodded, guessing that Yaleriga would also go with him. They did not hold an internal meeting of Silence to discuss this matter, but Luo Binhan believed that she would not let Jing Huang face the past alone. As for Momolo, a Yongguang tribe who is determined to save all sentient beings must of course be used where he is most needed, such as offering a hymn to brothers and sisters reunited after a long separation, preferably with a whole boat of family portrait woolen dolls - this idea It was quite dangerous, so Luo Binhan had to stop it himself. No, he couldn't really induce Momoluo to make up an "ideal woolen father" for Jing Huang, because Yaleriga would see through who was the real culprit behind the scenes, and then he would be sent to scrub the deck naked.
"That's it." He murmured to himself, "...that's how it should be done."
"What's wrong?" Fak asked.
Luo Binhan shook his head. His stiff face began to soften. Suddenly he had a strange feeling, almost like an epiphany. He realized that his restlessness, his desire for Falk to stay, actually had nothing to do with the African insects but purely out of fear for the future. If he stayed here, if he came back to earth, things had to go on, what had to happen had to happen.
"It's nothing." He said, "I must have been overthinking it...it's like being in a rural area. Let's go upstairs and see how Zhou Yu gets along with those guys."
They walked towards the corridor together. On the way back, Luo Binhan finally felt that he had adjusted his condition. He began to become familiar with how to deal with the plants and trees in Lihai City, the residents walking in the community, and even the group of alien guests entrenched in his apartment. How he coped two and a half years ago, he can do the same now. While waiting for the elevator, he even whistled, not the cat-hero Prentice, but an earthly song. An old song that he used to like when he was young:
A girl wants to buy a stairway to heaven
There was a notice on the wall but she wanted to know the truth
Because you know some words have a double entendre.
He continued to whistle, pressing the button leading to the upper level, while waiting for Fake to follow him in calmly. He was surprised that he still remembered most of the words to that song. It's intermittent and incomplete, but overall I still remember a lot. He couldn't sing it completely anymore, but the words lingered in his head.
Oh, we go along the road, the shadow is higher than the soul.
An acquaintance girl came over, her body shining brightly, showing how everything can be turned into gold.
If you listen attentively, you will eventually hear the music.
When all things become one, when one becomes all things.
At that time you turned into a rock and remained motionless.
Guitar song. He pondered as he rose. It was a song that had comforted and uplifted him in the past. Beautiful guitar melody. This is not even remotely similar to what Zhou Wen played. He no longer had to think of that nightmare sound in Lihai City. But as he stepped out of the elevator, another thought clouded his memory. these lyrics. Yes. A pun. This has nothing to do with prophecy, because if things in the world were to take their course, they would be destined to be a mixture of joy and sorrow.
But now it seems that he thought calmly in his heart that these lyrics are indeed very ominous for him.
