Okay, let’s get back to the topic.
Wu Ming pulled Acha up from lying on the ground.
How do you feel now?
It was terrible. Ah Cha bared his teeth. Although this was just a self-reflection in his mental landscape, just a fragment of a certain thought or fragment, it was enough to judge his current situation: many contradictory memories. They are all stuffed into my head, things I have experienced, things I have not experienced, the dark thoughts in my heart, the dreams I have had, and the reality I face.
Sometimes I lie in bed and starve to death; sometimes I work for twenty-four hours straight and die of exhaustion in the factory workshop; sometimes my memory reminds me that I have never known Ah. Dog; but sometimes, my memory tells me that Dog is my best friend
Sometimes I can't tell which things I have really experienced.
These memories are all jumbled together.
As Acha rambled on, her narration gradually became confusing, her eyes were gradually replaced by confusion, and her words turned into confused murmurs.
Seeing that his mind seemed to be a little confused again, Wu Ming immediately became nervous and prepared: Are you okay?
The young man's eyes flashed with confusion and he suddenly woke up, and his body trembled involuntarily. He patted his chest in fear: I'm sorry I almost did it again just now.
It seems that he still has to consult a professional. Seeing that he didn't have much problem, Wu Ming breathed a sigh of relief: Just sorting out your memory may not be enough. You still have to find a way to cure your split personality.
To be honest, if you didn't come down from time to time to help me sort out my memory and help me deal with those negative thoughts and emotions, I'm afraid I would have gone crazy.
However, looking at you like this, I probably understand what the memories are in your mind.
Um? Ah Cha, who was a little careless at first, suddenly became interested. What's going on? What do you understand?
Have you ever heard of eternal return? Wu Ming did not answer his question directly, but kept it secret.
The young man's eyes were full of doubts. He struggled to repeat this unfamiliar and difficult-to-pronounce coined phrase and asked: Return from eternal catastrophe? what is that?
A thought experiment, or fantasy. Wu Ming said unhurriedly: Nietzsche once advocated or put forward an idea.
The boy immediately raised a question: Wait, who is Nietzsche you talking about?
It doesn't matter who he is. Wu Ming glanced at him lightly and continued: The important thing is the idea he proposed. He believes that our life, everything we have to experience in our life, is not even in any time and space, the history, present and future of the world. It's all a recurring cycle
Time is a closed circle, the past and the future are connected end to end like a Möbius strip. When you die, you will return to yours and experience birth, growth, illness and old age again, every time in your life. Choice, every experience, every possibility in your life will be exhausted in an endless cycle
To put it simply, after everyone dies, his soul will return to the time when he was born and experience the things he has experienced again, but every life is not necessarily exactly the same, and in this infinite cycle , all possibilities in life will be infinitely exhausted
Although it was very convoluted, Ah Cha vaguely understood what Wu Ming meant.
Are you saying that these memories are actually things I have experienced?
After I die, I will go back to the time when I was born and start life again, so why have I created so many memories?
absurd.
incredible.
This was Ah Cha's first reaction.
But the conflicting memories in his head that were difficult to tell were true and false, and those death experiences that didn't seem to be fake, forced him to believe this fact.
If not, there would be no way to explain the memories in my head.
If you don't think so, you may just be crazy.
Yes, you can understand it that way. Wu
Ming nodded with admiration, seeming very satisfied that he could successfully understand what he meant.
However, at this time, he was thinking about other things in his heart.
Before leaving the chip world, the deputy leader of the Tekka Group told him some secrets, secrets that only Sanming himself knew.
This world is a drama with a script that has been finalized a long time ago. When the screenwriter writes a few paragraphs on paper, it will become a character's tragic and heavy past. In the stage constructed by such a large number of characters, everyone They all play out stories with long-predetermined endings according to established scripts.
This is only the first half of the secret.
The second half was the main reason why she turned to outsiders and cooperated with the committee.
The screenwriter who builds this world will only promote the general flow of the world and determine the responsibilities and fate of the main characters in the story, but will not describe the final outcome of each minor character in the story one by one. Perhaps They appear once and then quietly exit, perhaps they will continue to be active in the drama as supporting actors. But for the protagonists, when dramas are staged again and again, they will appear at the right time according to the settings of the script, and after completing their mission in the story, they will exit at the right time.
This is the destiny that cannot be changed.
Hyde, Jekyll, and Sibylla are all the protagonists of this drama. Their fate has been determined long ago and is repeated again and again. What about you, Sanming? Should they succumb to fate and watch them follow the script until the day they exit, or should they rebel against the established fate?
Is the history of abandonment a continuous cycle?
He couldn't help but have doubts in his heart, but what Sanming said at the beginning was too obscure, and there were many metaphors, hints, and unspeakable things in it. He never took it seriously, and the director's strength was also due to For some reason I didn't want to talk too much about abandoned history with him.
If he hadn't discovered these contradictions when rescuing Ah Cha, and had memories that couldn't be explained by memory disorders, Wu Ming would probably never have made such a guess in his life.
If cycles exist, then wouldn’t it be the director responsible for throwing these abandoned histories into time that has no beginning and no end?
In the blink of an eye, Wu Ming suddenly realized a sensational possibility - if the endless cycle of abandoned history is confirmed, it might be closely related to his immediate boss, and even that obscure female gangster might be... The culprit behind all this
What should you do if you find that the mess you face in your daily work is caused by your leader? It's quite a rush to wait online.
Wu Ming Wu Ming?
Ah Cha's call interrupted his thinking, and Wu Ming suddenly woke up from his thoughts: What's wrong?
The young man glanced at him suspiciously: You don't look good. It's obvious that I heard something that could overturn my life. Why do you have such a ruined look on your face?
In the past few days of treatment, Wu Ming not only helped Ah Cha sort out his memories, but also filled him with a lot of private knowledge, so he also learned to use some vocabulary that he could not have known or even used before. The destruction of all three views is one of them.
It's nothing. Wu Ming shook his head. He took a deep breath in the mental landscape where there was no possibility of oxygen and he didn't need oxygen to maintain his vital signs. He calmed down his mood and said, "I just thought of something. Since you're okay, it's okay." , just in time to do me a favor.
What are you busy with?
I hope you can help me broadcast some good stuff
In the energy tower, in the deepest reactor area, a violent curse could be heard faintly.
Hell, hell, hell! I [beep&ash;&ash;] you [beep&ash;&ash;beep]! How do you want me to fix this!
Meng Yiran cursed incompetently and furiously, without any of the calmness and ease he had as a senior engineer in the past, and kept talking to the solar furnace in the pool outside. Zu An had a bad mouth.
No wonder he was so irritable.
Because he encountered an unsolvable problem.
It can't be fixed.
When he saw the extent of damage to the spherical reactor, Meng Yiran, who was highly skilled, realized that the difficulty of repairing this thing was far beyond the limit of his ability.
Insufficient materials, limited technology, and severe damage.
And that thing is a hydrogen fusion reactor, or maybe even a miniature Dyson sphere. Anyway, it's the same no matter what it is - he can't repair it.
Seeing his incompetence and rage, the burly man couldn't bear it and asked: "Stop scolding, is there nothing you can do?"
Method? Unless there is a machine soul in this furnace that can help us make suggestions and find feasible alternatives, it will be impossible to repair it with our current methods.
At the end, Meng Yiran panted and added: If it cannot be repaired, we can only wait for the pressure inside to naturally release and then perform the ignition procedure again. Let’s not talk about whether the high temperature of the hydrogen fusion reaction will melt the outer containment vessel after the internal meltdown. Even if it does not melt down, without the conventional pressure relief means and the inner containment vessel, the operation time of the solar furnace will be greatly shortened. , it won’t be long before the fire ceases to relieve pressure, and the fire passing ceremony will definitely not be completed satisfactorily.
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Hearing this voice, Meng Yiran still maintained a startled posture, but the expression on his face had changed. He was shocked at first, and then ecstatic. Looking at the faceless humanoid projection, he said in surprise: Are you this? Machine soul? !
Machine soul? I think you have made a mistake. I am not the soul of this machine. I am just a poor man who can't die even if he wants to. You can also call me. The blurry humanoid projection flashed twice and made a burst of noise. , it felt as if he was imitating human beings who deliberately paused before introducing themselves, and then continued: King Ge Wen of Wu Xin.
