The true concept of the Singularity, and…
...the world deceives us?
Xiao Qi sat quietly, watching the two people slowly disappear into the high-speed train, slightly calm and silent.
The two biggest figures in the most mysterious organization came to the high column where they were, just to give themselves a warning and then leave?
Now, the high column under his feet was rumbling, still running in the deep flesh and blood. If Xiao Xiao was willing, this high column could reach Heirang City in an instant. In fact, this high column should not have a concept of time. He should have arrived at Black Gate City the moment he left Anxi City. It was only these two mysterious and powerful guys who entered Gao Lie that lengthened the process. Now that they have left, Xiao Qi can already allow Gao Lie to arrive at Heimen City immediately. Gate City, but subconsciously slowed down.
Thinking about what those two people said, he slowly opened his palm, downloaded the mail tray of Mr. An's memory, and lay quietly in his palm.
These two people didn't force themselves to do anything, they just gave vague reminders, and even promised to save a seat for themselves.
It seems that just because they are convinced that they have seen Mr. An's memory, they will automatically give up the Noah plan and join their camp?
This certainty made Xiao Xiao hesitate a little, with a vague worry in his heart.
It's like when you are very happy, someone brings you a mail tray and tells you that after seeing the contents, you will definitely be unhappy.
No matter what is inside, it is somewhat objectionable.
It's just that you have to watch it...
Xiao Qi sighed helplessly and slowed down Gao Lie. He really needed to take a look at the memory left by Mr. An.
Moreover, he did plan to watch this before returning to Black Gate City, as those two people said.
"Ruanruan, lend me your computer."
Sitting in the empty carriage, Xiao Qi slowly breathed a sigh of relief and said to Ruan Ruan, who was pretending to be a good girl next to him.
"ah?"
She was soft, panicked, and a little reluctant, but Xiao Qi's solemn expression seemed to indicate that this matter was important and she could not refuse.
I could only hand it over in frustration, and said carefully: "Use it if you want, but don't turn it over..."
"I promise not to turn over..."
Xiao Qi agreed smoothly, while thinking strangely in his heart: "What can I find in the little girl's computer?"
"There are many treasures in the computer of an old dog who has been single for decades."
"The longer you are single, the more valuable your computer becomes!"
"..."
After taking the pink computer, Xiao Qi took a deep breath and inserted the mail tray into the computer.
After pondering for a long time, he pressed the enter key.
The next moment, Mr. An's memory began to play in this computer.
Xiao Qi can use any method to read this memory. He can treat it as a first-person video and play it on the computer screen. He can also convert it into a piece of text. He can use the ability of the clairvoyant to allow himself to enter his memory. , observing as a bystander, can also directly enter his memory.
From the moment Mr. An opened his eyes and saw the world for the first time, this memory records everything about him.
Whether it’s his growth, his understanding of the world as a child, the process of learning languages, and all kinds of ignorance and shame.
For example, when I was a kid, I peeked at the aunt next door taking a shower, like when I was in elementary school, I peed in someone else's cup, like when I was in adolescence, I rewarded myself in different ways every day.
Xiao Xiao could even see who he was thinking about when he was rewarding himself...
... Mr. An is very affectionate. When he was seven years old, he peeked at the aunt next door, and when he was seventeen years old, he was still thinking about her.
At the same time, this also sounded the alarm for Xiaoqi.
This kind of thing is too important. If you encounter someone with similar abilities in the future, you should be careful.
Memory is the most private thing about a person, recording everything about a person's most ignorance and shame. Once seen, it will really kill you.
Xiao Xiao even estimated that once all the memories are exposed, probably more than half of the people in the world will no longer want to live.
Although he wanted to read more, Xiao Zhi saved time and started to skip quickly, browsing ten times, twenty times, a hundred times, and a thousand times. Later, in order to switch to useful places faster, he had With a speed of nearly ten thousand times, he swept through the various messy images flashing on the screen...
Mr. An was not born into a wealthy family. When he was a child, his family could only live in a narrow house and did not even have running water or a flush toilet. However, his youth and middle-aged years coincided with the years when the world was developing rapidly. The entire world's technology was developing rapidly. Supplies have also become extremely abundant, so with this era, Mr. An still used the flush toilet as he wished, and moved into a new era concentrated living area that is not large but has a very reasonable layout, running water and a quick takeout system.
It seems that some of the wishes he had when he was a child can be easily realized with the pace of the times, but Mr. An still feels that he is very poor.
why?
Mr. An was also thinking that he was living a life where he could easily live every day, which was much better than when he was a child. Especially, he heard that his parents and grandparents even had not enough to eat. time, compared with the life they had before, the life they live now should be a paradise-like life.
Why do I still feel poor?
Soon, Mr. An figured it out. Perhaps, his poverty was a kind of poverty in dignity?
Sometimes, poverty is not an objective thing. It is not reflected in whether you have enough to eat or whether you are tired every day.
It is more specifically reflected in the right to choose a mate and the right to choose.
Therefore, no matter how the world develops, poverty will definitely exist.
Because of this, Mr. An, who has been in poverty, has always had a dream of struggle in his heart.
He worked as a delivery boy, set up a stall, and worked as a worker, but none of these could help him get rid of his poor status. Therefore, when he was twenty-six years old, he met a man who he saw at the time. A good opportunity came to me, and I decided to seize this opportunity to truly get myself out of poverty...
That was a recruitment profile for a drug tester from the Black Forest.
In the era when Mr. An grew up, everything related to the Black Forest contained endless business opportunities and a status that people looked up to.
Even just being a drug tester represents a rich reward.
So Mr. An, a strong man, went to sign up. After a series of complicated tests and physical examinations, he got his wish and entered the secret laboratory.
For the rest of his life, Mr. An didn't know whether that choice was his luck or misfortune.
In this laboratory, there are many young and strong young men like Mr. An, as well as many women and medical staff.
Their process of testing medicines is also varied.
At first, after swallowing a certain pill, you would report back to yourself whether you would feel dizzy, weak, etc.
Later, Mr. An's physical indicators were always in good condition, so he was screened up to the lowest level of the laboratory.
The rewards here are so generous that Mr. An feels that as long as he survives this month, he can join the upper class.
But here, their process of testing the medicine began to look weird.
What they faced was a weird injection. After the staff wearing white protective clothing carefully pushed the weak dose into their bodies, they began to be tied with strong restraints. Then various instruments were connected to his body, monitoring everything about him precisely and rigorously.
Mr. An has seen many people like him who, after being exposed to this medicine, died of convulsions or screamed in fear.
But he was lucky enough to survive the first hurdle and then began to undergo various tests.
The weird thing is that those tests are actually difficult to understand, for example, asking him to lift a 1,000 kilogram barbell.
For example, a playing card is turned away from him, but he is asked to tell the suit and number.
For example, let Mr. An enter an empty warehouse and order them to hide within thirty seconds. After thirty seconds, a group of people will come in to find him.
Once found, they will be hehehehe...
...That damn warehouse is empty, with only a few broken boxes and overturned cabinets. How to hide?
…
Faced with these unreasonable tests, Mr. An didn't understand it at first because he suffered a lot because he didn't meet the standards. But also because although he didn't complete the test, his body didn't have any major problems, so he got the opportunity to conduct further tests. Testing, and the chance of being injected with a larger dose...
After going through three sessions in a row, Mr. An couldn't understand why such a test was needed.
Until, after the fourth drug trial started, he suddenly discovered to his surprise that he seemed to have developed some incomprehensible abilities.
During that time, his mental state was probably a little bad because he tried medicine too many times. He was confused every day, unresponsive to everything around him, and often forgot where he was. Even the medical staff were saying , he had already destroyed it and was about to transport it back to the ground, but at this moment, some unreasonable phenomena appeared in Mr. An. For example, he always started to lose himself because he forgot where he was. I just sat in the hall all morning.
But it was only after the head count that the nurse discovered him. No one realized that he had been there all morning.
Mr. An seems to have the ability to blend in with his surroundings.
The side effect is that I often forget myself, my identity, and what I just wanted to do.
This discovery made the entire laboratory excited.
They increased Mr. An's contract, moved him deeper underground, and had more medical staff and more abundant medical and material conditions than before. Of course, there were also a lot more armed security guards around. Moreover, a dedicated experimental person in charge began to work with Mr. An.
"You have a characteristic that has not been discovered before. This is a very precious thing."
The person in charge of the experiment said to Mr. An: "As long as you can cooperate with us to complete the experiment, you will have an apartment in the city center!"
Mr. An is very happy.
As a child who didn't read much, he didn't understand what this meant at first.
But with more cooperation, he gradually understood:
This group of people seems to be trying to amplify their ability to integrate with the things around them by adjusting the dosage of different potions, but at the same time suppress the side effects of forgetting themselves. Do they want to turn themselves into supermen who can blend into the surrounding environment at any time without being discovered by others?
How amazing...
If I had this ability, wouldn't I be able to hide in the bathroom and peek at the aunt next door openly...
...Cleaning the bathtub?
Mr. An clearly felt that all these behaviors were beyond his understanding of real things, but because he had been participating in the drug trial for some time, he was mentally prepared, and the conditions here were too good. His promise was also very tempting, so he insisted on it, little by little. During this period, he also saw from time to time that even in the current laboratory, there are often people who are madly generous or mentally weak. It was messed up and transported to an unknown location.
Occasionally, he even saw someone locked in an iron cage, whose body suddenly melted and turned into a pile of flesh and blood.
Why is this happening?
He was already familiar with the person in charge of the laboratory and would occasionally ask such questions.
Everything in the laboratory is undoubtedly confidential, but because we have been together for too long, or maybe it is to let the experimental subjects, or drug testers, understand the principles, which will help the experiment, so the person in charge also once Smiling and explaining to him: "The physical body resonates. The human body needs to follow the laws of reality, but spiritual power does not. Some special spiritual powers can resonate with one's body, allowing one's body to temporarily escape. Realistic ability..."
In fact, Mr. An didn't even know what the hell this was.
But he understands that now, as he participates in more experiments and receives more injections, his experiment is succeeding.
He could now enter an empty warehouse, surrounded by a group of soldiers with live ammunition and even wearing infrared glasses, and secretly take away the apples they were protecting behind him. He was standing in front of these people, but they watched Although he didn't see himself, he never forgot his mission.
"You have so much potential."
Even the person in charge excitedly said to Mr. An: "The matching rate between your characteristics and the mother's body has reached more than 70%, and you are already a level 2 high-quality drug tester."
Mr. An was puzzled and asked, "Is there anything better?"
"certainly."
The person in charge smiled and said: "There are also level 1 high-quality drug testers whose compliance rate can reach 90%, but that is rare."
Mr. An imagined whether those people could make more money for him, and couldn't help but ask:
"What about 100%?"
"..."
"nonexistent."
The person in charge smiled and said: "It is only possible in theory, but in reality it is impossible to find it."
"Besides, this legendary zero-level drug tester cannot be detected, so it can only be a gambling-style attempt."
"If you fail, you will have a mental breakdown, which is terrible."
"..."
Mr. An couldn't imagine what it would be like. He only thought about the big house and subconsciously asked one question: "What if it succeeds?"
"If it succeeds..."
Even the person in charge was startled for a moment, then shook his head and said with a wry smile: "I don't know."
…
After all, he is just an experimental subject, and Mr. An has no right to ask too many questions, and he is not very interested.
He only knew that the experiment he cooperated with was getting closer and closer to success, and this seemed inevitable. With the continuous adjustment of the dosage of medicine, he would reach a perfect state sooner or later. However, he did not expect that Unfortunately, when he was closest to success, his progress in testing the medicine unexpectedly slowed down.
What are you waiting for?
I still want to leave here quickly and live in a big house in the city center...
But when faced with Mr. An's complaint, the person in charge was also disappointed: "I'm more anxious than you are, but there's something wrong with the maternal body collection now."
“There are not enough raw materials, so there will be less allocated to us.”
"However, you don't have to worry, the people above are trying to find a way to increase the amount of collection..."
"The results should be available soon."
"..."
Mr. An has been waiting like this. Unexpectedly, he has been waiting for more than two months.
The waiting time even exceeded the time he came to test the medicine. Facing this life like being in prison, he became more and more irritated. He urged him several times, but the person in charge was even more irritated than him and only said: The superiors have been trying to find a solution, but he has not received the injection in nearly two months.
But he still reassured Mr. An, saying that the higher-ups had proposed several new plans and they would be ready soon.
The incident happened in the middle of the night without any warning. Mr. An, who had fallen into a deep sleep, suddenly woke up and felt pain all over his body. He felt as if there were countless bugs that did not belong to him crawling and tearing him apart in his body. Scenes of hallucinations began to appear in his internal organs, and even in front of his eyes. Some pictures that did not belong to his field of vision switched over from time to time, occupying all his perceptions. Countless strange sounds crazily penetrated into his ears. …
Could it be that all the consequences he had experienced since he tried the medicine broke out at once?
Those things that do not belong to you have entered your body and have been dormant before, giving you the illusion that they will be very stable.
But now, they have begun to cause chaos. Is it time to pay the price?
Mr. An was thinking about all this in pain. The nurses and doctors who discovered that there was something wrong with his indicators also rushed over and tried their best to stabilize him. However, the hallucinations and illusory voices in front of Mr. An's eyes still kept coming. The appearance of his eyes became more and more serious, which actually made him see another weird perspective.
He "saw" that he was hanging in the middle of a huge blood pool, and the blood boiling underneath reflected his appearance at this time.
He saw huge instruments connected to countless tubes connected to various parts of "his" body. Among them, the largest tube was connected to the back of his head. The bones there seemed to have been removed. The soft brain is exposed, and this tube is embedded there like an interface, and from time to time it extracts certain things from his body. These liquids are passed through more complex instruments and injected into a row of Among the rows of test tubes.
Mr. An looked at the familiar test tube and suddenly understood what it was.
This is what the person in charge calls the "matrix."
The medicines that I used to test before were all processed from some things extracted from her body.
But why can I see her?
While he was curious, the conversation between some people next to him made Mr. An suddenly understand. Someone was wearing a crisp suit and looked at him who was hanging in the air indifferently: "There are at least a dozen experimental projects. Insufficient maternal supply leads to stagnation and even unnecessary failure..."
"So, we must find a way to increase her production supply."
"This is why I came here personally to supervise!"
"..."
The white-haired old man next to him looked at the woman hanging in the air worriedly: "Pain..."
"Now, the only way to effectively stimulate her to increase production and supply, and even increase various traits, is pain."
"Not only the physical pain, but also the mental pain..."
"All kinds of pain can stimulate her, supply enough raw materials, and also increase the power of some characteristics..."
"..."
The man in a suit shouted coldly: "Since you know it, why don't you do it?"
"But……"
The white-haired old man was struggling and hesitating: "But after so many years of experiments, she is already very fragile..."
"She is now..."
"..."
"Look around you!"
The man in a suit shouted: "You haven't seen the changes in this world?"
"The influence of the Black Forest has begun to spread throughout the world. This world is experiencing unprecedented iterations, and all of this is driven by the Black Forest. We have brought power to the world that they could not imagine. We are realizing our The world is upgrading, and you are still hesitating?"
"..."
"upgrade……"
The white-haired old man's lips were trembling, and there seemed to be a trace of intolerance and regret in his eyes as he looked over:
"Yes, the world is upgrading..."
"However, the upgrading of our world is based on the pain of a woman..."
"..."
But undoubtedly, his hesitation was of no help.
"Now, we have obtained enough products, and expert groups have conducted many tests and discussions. Her potential is close to being exhausted."
The man in a suit said coldly: "Now, we just need to let her supply enough things."
"You just need to help us complete the last batch of projects, and then you can put an end to her pain."
"As for now..."
"..."
The man in the suit said in an unmistakable voice: "I need you to get all the raw fluid we need at any cost!"
"Is it painful?"
"That's good, what kind of pain can a madman feel?"
This paragraph is a bit difficult to write because it is the title of the question, so I have to think about it carefully.
(End of chapter)
