Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

The ending of the script has long been doomed, no matter what emotion I have for each human and non-human person I have established in this world, whether I love or hate them, they will all die. What a sad thing, Compared with this ending, how insignificant my emotions and emotions are. . +? (. + bsp; \\ s * However, even if the ending can be changed, I ca n’t do that, because I need the power of the end of the world to truly save my lover. Maybe in the process, I can save more I hope so, but I did n’t have much hope at the beginning. After all, at the moment when the illusion of the end of the week collapsed, use the released power to start the “door of destiny stone” and let everything Back to its original state-this is like a fool's dream, isn't it? However, even such crazy behavior has to be carried out, because this is the only hope.

Nothing hope, nothing, but still hope.

Yes, everyone will die, no matter what emotions I have for them, I hope this will not happen, but I must ensure that it happens.

I do n’t know, if it ’s Gaochuan in the past, will it collapse when faced with a state full of contradictions, but I wo n’t, if the contradiction between sensibility and reason is the cause of collapse, then this reason is cut off from the beginning Too. My sensibility, emotions and humanity are false, no matter how real it looks, it is just a ruthless data.

I do n’t know if the super Gaochuan, born after the last 40% of the in-depth information is loaded, can withstand this disastrous pressure and self-blame. But it does not matter. I will not let him bear this deep sin. I will not give him any chance, the end and death will be born in my hands, and then, the new Gaochuan only needs to continue the unfinished rescue and become a true hero.

Before everyone dies, I hope to satisfy their little wish as much as possible. This may be hypocrisy, but it doesn't matter. Doing so will make me destroy the world more calmly. Just like Pan, if her wish is to leave District 33, not with Sha. Then I will do everything possible to take her away.

In fact, no matter what Sha and Qi want to do, no matter what they will become when they fire and file, no matter why the life of the body, the doomsday truth and Eruka will unite together. For me, nothing is too important, is it? After all, I was born here only to confirm the demise of the world, the storage of the personality of Misaki, Bajing and Marceau, and the start of the Gate of Destiny Stone.

I don't know why I want me to leave here and stop participating in the next thing. Maybe she has some emotion for me, maybe she is really kind. However, leaving now is not in line with my plan. If Ban tells me that anyway, she just wants to leave the 33rd district, I will leave my own interests and take her away. However, Ban did not tell me that. .

I want to do something for her, however. Actually I can't do anything for her at all.

I stand here, no matter how I look at her with her eyes and mood, or how to touch her cheek with her hand, it is just a stargazer who looks at the stars from a distant place. I looked at these twinkling stars, and my heart produced many complex emotions. I look forward to, longing for and envious of them, dreaming of becoming a member of them. But if they do n’t fall, no matter how I reach out, I ca n’t actually touch them.

What a sad existence, no matter me or them, everything will slip down into the abyss according to the script.

"I won't leave, Chi." I said to her, "Like you, I have something I have to do."

I will not be invaded, will not be modified, I will follow the road already destined to the end of everything.

Silenced, pushed away from my arms, and backed away. As the distance between us pulled apart, the data cable was pulled out of my data interface, dropped, and put away. He walked into the other room without stopping.

I stared at my hands, the touch of hug seems to remain on the skin, this touch became data, saved in the brain and hardware, I can re-tune it out anytime, anywhere, fine in the night without people Taste, but I only compress and seal this tactile data in the deepest part of the brain hardware. Do you know what you did? Sensibility asked me this way. I couldn't answer, and I didn't need to answer. The voice disappeared like a bubble, just like it never appeared.

Oh, something false. Who do you think I am?

I am Gaochuan. Unlike other Gaochuans, I am unique. I do n’t need any self-blame, remorse, regret, or shake. I am not afraid, not down, not regretful, and never shrink back.

I seem to hear ghostly laughter, as if responding to me, the body's heat seems to have risen again, but in the self-test data of the retina screen, the body's temperature is very stable, as if this burning feeling is only It's an illusion.

In the middle of the hall, Sha, who was silent like a lifeless sculpture, suddenly moved. She looked up, and the light of data flowed into the inorganic eyes. In front of her, the pipeline wrapped with fire, files and Rock began to wriggle and flow on it. The light was pulled away by the circuit on the ground, the indicator lights went off one after another, and the pipelines were untied one by one.

The heads of the three firemen, files, and Locke were exposed. On my retina screen, the image locked by the sight was instantly enlarged, marking the hole-shaped data interface on their neck. .

At first, the three people's eyes were always closed, and they seemed to be lethargic, but when the pipeline retracted to their waists, they opened their eyes at the same time, without the slightest awakening and confusion, their eyes were bright and sharp, I even There is an illusion that there is an invisible light of data flowing in their pupils, making them cold and hard.

However, this is just an illusion. The detection data of the retinal screen shows that they are still humans, only that there is an additional interface in the body, and there is no trace of tampering with the flesh tissues and organs. just. Although the degree of transformation is very low. But after all, it involves the brain, so how much will there be some changes.

When the pipeline was fully retracted under the floor, the fire, the file and Locke moved their hands and feet, checking their bodies, especially the interface behind the neck and neck, a complex expression appeared on their faces, and they laughed.

"It's a strange feeling," said the file.

"Is there a data cable? I want to try the feeling of connecting directly to the terminal now." Locke turned around and looked at me and called me after seeing me.

I spread my hands, showing that I couldn't help, and then turned my eyes to Sha. Nothing could be seen from Sha's face. She was still expressionless.

"The transformation has been completed and the data has been infused into the terminal." Sha said to me: "Next, I will do my best to repair the safety network, and I will leave for a while. I need her assistance."

From what I said to me before, I guess how much Shakespeare's "assistance" would be. Qi may become the core of the security system in the 33rd area, but before that, she will become the core of the security network in this area. If Sha does this, then the next thirty-three districts will be independent from the original security system of the ruling bureau.

Even so, I have no reason to stop her. I don't know what Pan will become, but she doesn't resist becoming like this. This is her own choice. Moreover, compared to leaving the 33rd district, if Shaheqi can rule the 33rd district, it will also bring us great benefits, no matter what Shah wants to do to me and the fire, but even the worst As a result, we can still be the collaborators we need because we have common enemies.

Even the thirty-three district can be turned into a stronghold among us outsiders in the ruins of the ruling bureau.

"They need a data cable to get used to the current state." I said to Sha.

Sha nodded, and the floor turned again. Two data lines were exposed, and I picked up the data line and threw it to the fire and file.

"So, before we finish, the safety here will come to you." Sha said this without listening to my reply. Go directly into silence and sink back into the floor.

I will stand for a while. Put his gaze back to the three fire escapes, files and Locke. Fire escape and files have begun to try to connect the portable terminal with the neck interface. It seems to be frozen. Standing stiffly, Locke seems to notice my eyes and raises his head to smile at me, although he has tried to be as calm as possible. , But the index finger that kept tapping on the trousers still showed his tension.

After a while, the fire escaped first, as if suddenly alive, he unplugged the data cable and held his chin in contemplation for a long while. During this time, the file also recovered, unplugged the data cable, and threw it to Locke along with the portable terminal.

"How do you feel?" I said.

"It's very strange, but it's not very comfortable, it's like the brain is being shocked." The file frowned and said: "When connected to the terminal, it can speed up the information processing speed of the brain. It is also very convenient to read and save information, but it is broken After opening the connection, there will be a huge sense of difference, which makes people feel very uncomfortable. Unlike what I originally thought, if I do n’t connect to the terminal, I ca n’t simply use my brain to record, analyze, and process the data stored in the terminal. Information. The data related to the language of the ruling bureau has indeed been infused into the terminal. I can understand the language of the ruling bureau when connected to the terminal, but I cannot understand it after disconnecting. "

"Like losing the simultaneous translation?" I laughed. "Isn't that for granted? The terminal is directly connected and not a learning machine."

The file also laughed.

"I was looking forward to using this direct connection method to copy the knowledge directly into the head. If the terminal is reduced to be implantable in the brain, it will be good to continue to maintain the connection with the brain." She said.

"Of course, this technology is used in my body." I pointed to my brain and said: "I call it brain hardware, but, trust me, you won't want to implant this one in your head. Something, although it is really easy to use. "

When I said that, the fire escape and the file looked at me with a meaningful eye.

"Do you think you are still human? Mr. Gao Chuan." Huo asked.

"No, I don't think so." I said unabashedly: "I feel that now I am more like a robot that has produced intelligence."

"Really? However, it's really hard to see." The file said: "Maybe the situation is not as bad as you think. I think after going back. You need an excellent psychologist."

I didn't judge the real thoughts of the two people, because this is an irrelevant thing, whether I am a human or not, it will not affect the next communication.

"I originally studied psychology." I replied this way.

The file seemed to hear humorous words and pursed her lips.

"So, what are we going to do now?" The fire looked around and asked.

"Wait." I said: "It's been a while before Shakespeare repairs the safety network. If there are no enemies, we have nothing to do. I don't want the enemy to find this place."

"I'm going to see Father Jung and Father Sissen," the file said, walking towards the coffin-like treatment device.

The fire nodded at me, sat down in place, and once again entered the silent state where the terminal was directly connected. After Locke played straight from his side. There is no sign of disengagement, standing as if it is rigid, and both eyes have obviously lost focus. If it is not the test data in the retina screen, all the representations in his body are showing that this guy is in a state of excitement. It is difficult to confirm whether he is still alive.

I raised my head and found that more light screens surrounding Jinjiang's body around the dome had become more, and the repair work of the safety network had entered a white-hot state, but Jinjiang's movements were still without any disturbance, and it seemed to be at ease. What is worrying is that this high-intensity workload may last forty-eight hours.

"Don't you eat something? A Jiang." I shouted over there.

Omi lowered her head. She didn't raise the eye device of the stargazer's helmet. She just shook her head at me and went back to work again.

Ten minutes later, the file returned from the treatment device, greeted me, and began competing with Locke for the right to use the terminal.

Thirteen hours later, the treatment device where Jung was located automatically opened the entrance, and a large amount of liquid pushed Jung out of it. Jung climbed up from the wet ground, dripping water all over his body, and looked very embarrassed, but looking at his movements and mental state, it was clear that his body had recovered to its best. I didn't find the data interface on him. Maybe my previous guess was wrong, and Sha did not privately transform Jung.

"How is your body?" I asked. Even if not asked, conclusions have been drawn from the test data on the retina screen.

"It's better than expected." Jung replied, paying attention to the fire and file that connected directly to the terminal. "What happened?"

Locke, who was bored, immediately cheered up and explained to him the ins and outs of the implant surgery. It seems that during this time, Locke, who was robbed of the right to use the terminal by his boss, has been bored, and the very simple situation has been overturned by him. He has described it in a complicated and detailed and outrageous way. Jung's brow furrowed.

However, from the beginning to the end, Jung did not interrupt Locke's words, and even took the initiative to ask some questions.

"All in all, this is the situation." Locke finally concluded with this sentence, then frowned, and began to think about how to spend the rest of the time, he turned his head and asked me: "Do you play coin tossing?"

In the previous time, he had asked me many times about this question. When I shook my head again, he immediately showed a bitter look. He asked Jung for help, but Jung didn't seem to want to bother this guy. He sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, and looked meditative.

"Ah--" Locke grabbed his hair hard and complained loudly: "It's really boring."

Take care of everyone.

In silence, time passed for another eight hours. There is no timer in this hall, and it is impossible to rely on light to judge the time. During this period, Lock asked me more and more times, but the last inquiry time was already three hours ago. I think he probably will not It's time to ask. He has now put his body into the word "big" and has been lying on the ground for a while. It seems that the whole person has turned into ashes, and he is not angry at all. Of course, his physiological functions are still working well.

Fire escape and file are still in direct terminal connection, Jung is still meditating, I have been standing in the same place ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ overlooking the busy river near the dome. Jin Jiang is like a perpetual motion machine, working tirelessly and hungry. I have always used brain hardware to detect her body data. It is incredible that even with such extraordinary workload, her physical function has not declined.

This kind of transcendental performance has obviously deviated from common sense and the human body limits set by this doomsday illusion, and it is no longer described by talents or superpowers.

"It's terrible." I think, if there is a tangible body in reality now, it must be that consciousness can already take the initiative to leave this world and return to reality.

After another four hours, the treatment facility where Father Sisen was located turned on. Locke, who was lying on the ground, seemed to be stimulated. He jumped up suddenly and looked over there. Like Jung, Father Sisson slid to the ground with the solution, but he did not stand up like Jung immediately. He crawled on the ground and made a nauseous sound.

"It seems ... something is wrong." Jung somehow stood up and muttered to himself.

At this time, even the fire and files immersed in the direct connection of the terminal pulled out the data cable, stood up together, and looked towards Father Sisen with a serious expression. (To be continued ...)