The Yanyan City Negative Emotions Confession Center is a large building with a height of forty-nine floors.
There are twenty number-taking machines in the hall on the first floor. The crowd in front of the number-taking machines is sparse, but as Xie Zhi and others enter the confession building, new passers-by come in one after another from outside the building, taking the number. The team in front of the plane also gradually grew.
Xie Zhi and the other two chose the machine closest to them, and within two minutes of queuing, they found that there was already a long queue behind them.
"This is why I urge us to come to the confessional as soon as possible."
Qi Xi followed Xie Zhi's gaze and glanced at the crowd behind her, then smiled and shook her head.
"It's time to get off work, and more and more people will come to the confessional building for emotional counseling."
"Free?"
Xie Zhi thought about it for a while.
"Where is that? There is one free service every month that is included in the citizens' insurance. If the service exceeds the limit, you will be charged according to the quality. It is usually one or two thousand, and for more advanced services, there are tens of thousands."
Qi Xi looked back,
"But no matter how expensive the service is, as long as it can relieve emotions, it will be very popular in the apocalypse after the appearance of the huge moon. Go to the mall to buy, buy, eat, eat, or do something to kill the chicken and bury the whole person in it. In the steaming mist, today’s world is an era of consumerism.”
"Comparatively speaking, one to two thousand counseling services per session at the confession center is already a relatively low price. At least, for office white-collar workers, it's quite affordable to come one or two more times a month."
"Let's talk to you later, we are waiting in line."
Wang Dazhuo stood at the front of the queue with his hands in his pockets. Before him, a young woman took a ticket and a card from the number-taking machine. Then she hurriedly held the card and squeezed in before the elevator door at the corner closed. In the elevator.
Xie Zhi noticed the woman's anxious expression, which looked like tears in her eyes, and as if the turbulent emotions in her heart would burst out as long as she took one second at night.
"A lot of people do."
Wang DaZhuo noticed Xie Zhi's gaze towards the elevator.
"Some citizens who are not able to control their emotions are deeply dependent on the confession center. After all, this is one of the few places where their troubles can be listened to. And if they don't find someone to talk to, it doesn't even take a month, two or three I have an emotional breakdown during the week.”
"What about posting updates on private social accounts?"
Xie Zhi asked subconsciously, then he was stunned for a moment and smiled bitterly.
"It's okay, I understand, just pretend I didn't ask."
"You know."
Wang Dadui also laughed and made a gesture of tapping the keyboard with his hand.
"In today's era of transparent information, keyboard warriors and trolls are everywhere on the Internet. Revealing true feelings on the Internet is not a good choice."
"It is not realistic to keep a diary. There is also a risk of leakage in the diary. The voyeuristic desire of elders, or accidentally letting friends see it, are all problems."
"Of course, for people with a strong heart, even problems can be big or small. These are all small problems. But unfortunately, the vast majority of people in this world are not mentally strong."
"For them, the confession center is the only safe place."
Wang Dashuo took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened the Dayu Alliance's credit APP, and pressed the QR code representing his personal information onto the machine. His personal information appeared on the machine.
"In fact, iris recognition technology can be used. Now even the vending machines on the street can use iris recognition. The confession center is still using the old technology from 20 years ago. I really want to complain every time I use it."
"The negative clearing system earns more than 100 billion every year. Is it that difficult to slightly upgrade these number-taking machines?"
Qi Xi shrugged, with a mocking expression on his face.
"You know the principle of the headquarters is pragmatism, and it is their eternal truth that whatever works can be used."
"It is said that some systems outside of the Negative Clearance Department are still using the Windows 98 operating system. That was even before the appearance of the giant moon."
Window 98…
Xie Zhi blinked. Does this world also have Windows?
"Then what do we use in our system?"
Xie Zhi couldn't help but ask.
"It's just a joke at fifty steps and a hundred steps at a time."
Wang Dabiao pressed his nostrils.
"We're using brown bread 21 now."
Brown bread 21? what is that?
Seeing Xie Zhi's confused expression, Wang Dazhuo thought for a while and explained,
"That is the alliance-produced operating system in 2021. It has a history of 29 years and is older than me."
"Oh oh oh……"
Xie Zhi showed an understanding expression, but secretly opened his phone secretly and searched for what "Black Bread 21" was.
“Black Bread 21 is the third-generation operating system developed locally by the alliance. It combines the advantages of Black Bread 18 and Black Bread 20. It quickly became popular in the alliance in 2021. Although it is still inferior to subsequent Black Bread 24, 30, 45 and other versions. There are huge shortcomings, but due to its high market share, it is still the operating system of choice for many offices until now..."
Xie Zhi silently read the introduction to the black bread system at a glance. He noticed that the name of the company that developed this operating system was very special, called "Two Thousand Years".
Maybe it’s because the company was founded in the parallel world of 2000?
Is this the time when the giant moon event occurred?
It’s really strange that a company named itself “Two Thousand Years”...
Here Xie Zhi was thinking wildly, and Wang Dazhui had already finished taking his number plate.
During the process of taking the number, Wang Dazhuo conducted some simple psychological tests to allow the machine to initially determine his current mental state and assign the appropriate floor and doctor.
These psychological test questions are said to be based on the research results of many well-known psychologists such as Freud, Jung, Rogers, Maslow, and Erikson. However, Xie Zhi could only see these questions at a glance. Inducing myself to make some choices, but not knowing the meaning behind each choice.
The electronic hand sign showed the floor, the twenty-fourth floor.
Qi Xi said that this is a medium to slightly high level. Most ordinary citizens who come to the confessional office will not be assigned more than twelve floors by the confessional system, and ordinary cleansers are usually under twenty.
"Then the floors above twenty are usually empty?"
Xie Zhi blinked in confusion.
"It's not completely empty, either?"
Qi Xi tilted her head and thought for a moment,
"Well, actually I don't know much about it. My level as a special agent is too low, and the confidentiality level for the parts above is very high."
"But anyway, there are people who use it."
Wang Dazuo and Qi Xi planned to go to the 24th floor with their cards in hand. Xie Zhi asked if they could go with them because he wanted to see what confession was like to prevent him from showing his timidity in the confession room.
Qi Xi looked at Wang Dazhuo, who said it didn't matter.
"Since my good son wants to see his father provide emotional counseling, my father must satisfy him."
The corner of Xie Zhi's mouth twitched twice. This ethical question was so surging that he didn't know how to answer it for a moment.
But in the end, he still went to the twenty-fourth floor using Wang Dazhuang's hand.
There was a robot blocking the entrance to the elevator on the 24th floor, with a smiley face displayed on a luminous screen as big as a basin.
The electronic voice coming from the robot's speakers said,
"Please show your confession card and I will take you to the corresponding confession room."
Wang Da waved his hand card to the robot, and the robot said,
"Hello, dear Master Qingqing, you and your exclusive liaison will be in room 2404 for psychological counseling. Please follow me. I hope you have a wonderful journey."
Wang Dashuo stopped the robot and said that he would take another person to 2404.
Xie Zhi saw Wang Daduo pointing at himself at the robot.
On the robot's display screen, the pixel expression blinked, showing a confused expression.
"What is the relationship between this gentleman and you?"
"He is my son."
Wang Dazuo showed a sly smile.
"I'm riding a horse! I'm not your son! I'm your father!"
Xie Zhi showed a look of disgust and thought, I don't want that kind of thing. What if the robot really enters this strange relationship into the system?
"I understand, do I need to record the visitor relationship as the son of the black keyboard?"
The robot's display showed a "clear" expression.
"Record, record, of course record, this is so right!"
Wang DaZhuo's laughter echoed throughout the entire floor.
Xie Zhi suspected that even if there were no subsequent psychological counseling steps, this simple episode could solve all of Wang Daduo's psychological problems.
After laughing for half a minute, Wang Dazhui finally turned around and patted Xie Zhi on the shoulder, while wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes.
"Don't take it too seriously. It's just an anonymous visitor. Your name will not be recorded in my name. I don't want you to have such a big son."
"You make it sound like I want it!"
Xie Zhi showed a horrified expression.
Recording anonymous visitors is also recorded!
"At 5:30 in the afternoon on March 2, the negative Qing master Wang Dazhuo, codenamed Black Keyboard, brought his exclusive liaison officer Qi Xi and his anonymous son to the 24th floor of the Emotional Confession Center..."
You will understand everything after a little research!
Is there any difference between such anonymity and non-anonymity? Hey!
…
Wang DaZhuo's good son finally followed Wang DaZhuo and Qi Xi into Room 2404.
You have come, you have become your son, if you turn around and leave, you will be sorry for the price you have paid.
With this thought in mind, Xie Zhi finally sighed and followed the two people who still couldn't stop laughing.
The confessional is a room with an area of about fifty square meters.
Heavy black curtains hung from the ceiling, blocking out the moonlight outside the room.
From here, Xie Zhi cannot see the moon.
In the middle of the room, there is a huge white machine that also reaches the ceiling.
The white machine's monitor displays an empty and vast landscape.
What is painted in the painting is grass and blue sky and white clouds.
The robot waiter asked Wang Daduo,
"Dear Mr. Negative Master, do you need a psychiatrist in the confession center?"
"unnecessary."
Wang Daduo shook his head,
"My exclusive liaison will serve as my psychologist to complete this counseling."
"I understand."
There was a happy expression on the robot's monitor, and then it bowed, said some compliments predetermined in the program, and then slowly retreated.
“Does the dedicated liaison also have the professional skills of a psychologist?”
Xie Zhi was a little surprised. Saying this, the exclusive liaison officer really has to wear many hats.
Qi Xi didn't take it seriously, saying that it was nothing more than a systematic study of psychology. For digital people who can swim on the Internet, learning this knowledge only requires time.
When Xie Zhi heard Qi Xi's words that "digital people can swim on the Internet", he was a little confused. This seemed to be common knowledge unique to the world of a giant moon?
But then Qi Xi took the initiative to solve Xie Zhi's doubts.
She untied the cuff of her left hand and used her right hand to pull out a strong transmission line consisting of multiple thin data lines twisted together from where the artery in her wrist should be.
Such an action made Xie Zhi's wrist hurt, but then Xie Zhi noticed that Qi Xi pulled the transmission line to the white machine in the center of the confession room, and inserted the transmission line's interface into the data connector on the white machine. .
Qi Xi's facial features flashed twice again, and Xie Zhi captured the brief "black screen" between the two flashes.
There seems to be a display screen under her facial features?
However, the shape of the display screen on Qi Xi's face is different from those rude display people.
Her display looks more like a real person.
Xie Zhi subconsciously thought of the huge blue head he saw at the Miracle Presbyterian Church.
But before Xie Zhi could think further about the connection between the two, he saw Qi Xi appearing on the display screen in the middle of the white machine.
Qi Xi's figure slowly walked from the edge of the white machine screen to the center of the screen.
She was standing on the grass, and behind her was the soothing blue sky and white clouds.
Xie Zhi looked at "Qi Xi" next to the white machine again. At this time, Qi Xi was lowering her head and her eyes were closed, like a carefully carved sleeping beauty.
“Digital humans can move freely between reality and electronic devices.”
Wang Dazhui saw Xie Zhi's shock and explained,
"Isn't it amazing? It sounds like an evolutionary direction beyond the human form, with direct access to the vast ocean of information and swimming in electronic devices and the Internet. But in fact, after decades of research, scientists have discovered that digital Humans are by no means the evolutionary direction of humans, they are far more fragile than humans.”
"A small computer virus can destroy the consciousness structure of digital people, let alone the surging information torrent on the Internet."
“On the surface, digital people are more adaptable to the Internet than humans, but during contact with the Internet, digital people will be quickly assimilated by the boundless torrent of Internet information, and eventually lose themselves.”
"Digital people who have lost themselves will become part of the thousands of digital garbage on the Internet. They are ignorant and have no personality. They understand everything but understand nothing."
"Those digital people are just numbers. They are no longer human beings."
Xie Zhi was thoughtful. He did have some doubts. If digital people are superior to humans in all aspects, and humans under the huge moon world have mature methods to transfer the consciousness of "freshly dead humans" into digital humans, then Why hasn’t “evolving into digital humans” become a trend for all mankind?
Now it seems that it may have become a trend, but after it became a trend, its disadvantages quickly became apparent.
After all, as long as you are a modern person, there are few people who do not use the Internet. After becoming a digital person, your ability to accept information is stronger, and you are even more inseparable from the Internet.
Therefore, the first batch of human beings to become digital people may have lost themselves on the Internet.
"Compared with digital humans who can directly connect to conscious supercomputers through data lines, humans can only enter the virtual world through holographic VR helmets."
While his thoughts were diverging, Xie Zhi noticed that while Wang Dazhuo was talking, he walked to the white machine and sat down on the armchair in front of the white machine.
There was a coffee table to his right, and Wang Dazhuo picked up a full-face helmet with a full sense of technology from the coffee table.
Black, matte, streamlined body.
The style of the helmet looked familiar to Xie Zhi.
this……
Xie Zhi thought carefully about where he had seen this helmet.
"I think I've seen this before..."
He thought and spoke.
But mid-sentence, the hairs all over his body suddenly stood up.
Xie Zhi's mind was screaming crazily!
I remembered!
I remembered!
Before I traveled through time!
Before I die!
Before I came to this strange world illuminated by a huge moon!
The last thing I put on was this helmet!
The appearance of the helmet shocked Xie Zhi, and this surprise was also observed by Qi Xi on the white machine display screen.
"How are you?"
Qi Xi walked forward from the grass and put her face close to the screen.
"You look like you're sensitive to the virtual reality headset swinging around on your head, like you're suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder."
Wang DaZhuo also took off his helmet after hearing Qi Xi's words. He looked at the helmet and then at Xie Zhi.
"You look really wrong, brother. Your lips are white and there's cold sweat on your forehead. What's wrong?"
Xie Zhi pursed his lips. He didn't know why he reacted this way. He only knew that one-third of his heart was filled with excitement, and the remaining seven-thirds was filled with fear.
He is afraid of the unknown that is within reach.
I imagine the helmet in front of me and the helmet I saw on earth in my previous life. What is the relationship between them? Is it just a simple similarity in appearance?
Although the world is different, helmet designers, for the sake of the beauty of the product, invariably choose this streamlined design with special texture?
He never believed that the truth of the matter would be so simple.
But if the helmets in the two worlds are really the same product, or they are different generations of the same product, how can you explain everything that happens to you?
Could it be that……
Xie Zhi's body trembled like chaff, and a terrible conjecture emerged in his mind. Under the influence of the huge moon, this conjecture turned into a deeper fear. This fear directly penetrated Xie Zhi's heart. heart.
Twisted, spreading, psychedelic, ferocious...
Xie Zhi stretched out his hand to touch the helmet, but his right hand was trembling. When he stretched out his hand slowly, it was shaking like an old man suffering from Parkinson's disease!
