In the endless darkness, Wu Ming gradually regained consciousness and woke up.
To be precise, he is only conscious now.
Perhaps due to the effect of the mental filter, coupled with the timely arrival of support from the office, Wu Ming's consciousness was not overwhelmed or dissolved by the massive amount of information. Instead, under the filtration of the filter, Wu Ming absorbed the information that did not have too much impact on him. Great knowledge and memory.
But soon he found that he was trapped here, trapped in this seemingly boundless space of consciousness.
Scenes of memory scenes, like a revolving lantern theater, illuminate the endless and extending darkness in the space of consciousness.
Those are memories accumulated in the lives of different people, and people from different worlds.
Fighting against demonized plants and mimic creatures, and supporting each other to survive the apocalypse, he was eventually transformed into a monster by the tree of life, and had to bear the painful memory of killing his former best friend.
Living in a stagnant world where anything you want can be accomplished easily, you lose the goal of your efforts and the confused memory of the meaning of self-realization.
As a newly minted navigator, he went to sea to explore the ghost sea, but was attacked by a deep-sea fleet of strange armored creatures. His ambition was not realized, and his lifelong ambitions and ideals were finally swallowed up by the silence of the sea.
Everywhere is full of hungry, thirsty, ferocious and terrifying insects. The land is barren and decayed. Because of famine and disease, people have to exchange their children for food, and even kill each other. It is a difficult memory to eat their flesh and blood in order to survive.
For some unknown reason, one day the observable universe and starry sky completely disappeared, leaving only the lonely solar system in the cosmic space. Human civilization had just stepped out of the cradle and set foot on the moon, but was unable to explore the regretful memory of the sea of stars.
The memories of warriors who defeated endless monsters and finally died of exhaustion; the memories of ghosts who lost their bodies in the material world and could only wander in the electronic world; the unlimited proliferation of crazy man-made weapons, involving the entire land in the flames of war Memory; the memories of travelers who went underground to seek fire and warmth after the sun went out...
After the consciousness of intelligent creatures dies with the end of life, the experiences, knowledge and memories accumulated throughout their lives will gradually settle into the deepest part of the human heart. This is the starting point for the awakening of the consciousness of all intelligent creatures, and it is also the destination for the end of their consciousness - the collective. The sea of unconsciousness.
But as a superhuman consciousness shaped by negative and malignant emotions, irrational thoughts, emotions and biological instincts in the sea of collective unconsciousness, most of the memories he passes on are memories of madness, pain, and despair...
And Wu Ming is now digesting these memories...
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Otto gradually woke up from his coma.
The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was a face stained with blood, with a hideous scar slashed diagonally, and a face with an extremely vicious look.
This sight scared him so much that he almost twitched again.
"Are you awake?" Alex tried his best to pull up the corner of his mouth and showed a smile that he thought was very kind and friendly, but this smile made him even more terrifying. "Don't worry, it's all over."
Shit? Everything has passed? Although Otto wanted to say bad words out of habit, the severe headache and the pain in his chest that seemed like a fracture interrupted his original words: "Hey...I...why do my head and chest hurt so much..."
"You are contaminated." Alex reached out and pulled Otto to sit up from the ground, and explained to him at the same time: "You suddenly vomited out a large amount of filthy matter like black mud and pus, and at the same time you were contaminated by a transcendent being. The connection was established, but the situation was so urgent that the hunter brother beside you only had time to create a dream barrier for you to buffer the impact of information..."
Otto frowned and gradually recalled the fragmented memories before coma, but he became even more confused: "I understand that my head hurts, but why does my chest hurt like a fracture..."
"That's because when I arrived, your heartbeat was close to stopping, so I gave you a set of CPR."
"God fucking gave me CPR... Wait, when you arrived...?" Otto obviously noticed the problem, "Why did you come to give me CPR... Heh, that hunter Where is eldest brother? Just leave me alone and ignore me?"
"He's dead." Alex seemed a little indifferent.
Otto was speechless for a long time: "What..."
"He urgently weaved a dream barrier to help you buffer a large amount of information impact. This also means that he forcibly intervened in the connection between you and that transcendent existence, and faced the information impact." The old hunter calmly told Otto that it was difficult to accept. In fact, "He died on the spot, so there is no way to provide follow-up treatment to you. You can only leave it to me who came first to complete the follow-up treatment and treatment for you."
"Why do you do this?"
"Because he's a good guy like me."
A gratified smile appeared on Alex's lips, as if he was remembering his colleagues, but this time Otto felt that the ferocious face covered with ferocious scars did not seem so scary: "Stand up to protect the lives of others. And going out, for me, is a matter of course for him.”
"We have the ability to save others, the ability to help others, the ability to lend a helping hand to people in trouble and contribute, so we do it. It's as simple as that."
Otto couldn't understand the sacrifice of the hunter brother. He felt secretly happy about surviving the disaster, but also felt guilty that he shouldn't have been saved. His mood was extremely complicated: "Is it worth risking your life for someone like me? "
"At least in my opinion, life has no distinction between high and low. The life of mice is life, the life of goldfish is life, the life of good people is life, and the life of bad people is life." The old hunter helped Otto stand up, and then said: He carried the latter on his back, "But as a hunter, I often have to make choices and measure the value of life."
"In order to protect good people, you have to kill bad people. In order to protect human society, you have to kill restless extraordinary creatures. I have always believed that this choice is wrong. Some extraordinary creatures can also have a chance to change their ways. Some people are Because it’s extremely difficult to stay alive as a good guy, I joined the ranks of the bad guys... But to the hunting group, they are a threat, and the threat should be eradicated.”
"Then one day, I suddenly thought that if everyone, all extraordinary creatures realized the benefits of being a good person, and realized that being a good person can indeed lead a happier, freer and better life than being a bad person. Then everyone chooses If we were good people, kept order, loved our neighbors, helped each other, and looked out for each other, wouldn't a lot of fights be avoided?"
Otto was silent for a long time in response to Alex's question before he answered with some bitterness.
"I have no idea……"
He didn't know the answer to this question, and he didn't know how to move on with his life.
"I don't know if this idea is correct, so I at least want to set an example and find a way to prove that being a good person can indeed lead a happier and better life than being a bad person..."
