Hetty, Kamel and others got the recent work arrangements and soon left the study. The huge room seemed quiet. In the end, only Gawain sitting behind the desk and Gawain standing in front of the desk were left. Veronica/Ophelia.
Of course, Amber is also present, but she has been dissolved in the air for a long time and can be ignored.
Gawain raised his head and glanced at Veronica, who was holding a platinum scepter, and nodded calmly: "There are some issues we can discuss about this 'Upper Narrator'. Sit down."< /p>
Veronica nodded, sat down on a high-backed chair next to the desk, and said softly: "Your actions this time provide us with a valuable reference example - this should be our This is the first time I have such intuitive and close contact with a god, and a god who is in a rational state."
Gowen said solemnly: "Strictly speaking, it is still the same as the gods in the real world. The difference is that it is not yet certain whether the upper-level narrator brewed in the sandbox world is 'complete' enough, and he has experienced a complex process of madness, death, and division. It is difficult to say what changes have occurred in him during this process. "< /p>
"But it is enough as a reference," Veronica said, "We can at least analyze many 'characteristics' unique to gods from him."
"For example... The purity of divinity and its response to mortal thoughts," Gawain said slowly, "The upper-level narrator is composed of two parts: divinity and humanity. Humanity appears radical, chaotic, full of emotions, and irrational, but at the same time, it is also smarter and cunning. God is much simpler. I can feel that He has unconditional protection and attention for His people, and will take actions to satisfy the common thoughts of believers. In addition, from a certain aspect, His human part is actually They act to satisfy the thoughts of believers, but in different ways."
As he spoke, Gawain slowly frowned: "This confirms one of my previous conjectures: all gods, Regardless of whether madness is harmful in the end, He acted for the purpose of protecting mortals in the early stages..."
"The rebels never deny this possibility, and we even think that until the last moment of madness, The gods will all retain the instinct to protect mortals in some aspects," Veronica said calmly. "There is too much evidence to prove the gods' protection of the mortal world. In the primitive era of mankind, the existence of gods even allowed the fragile mortals to hide. After countless disasters, the madness of the gods is a gradual process - after this operation against the 'Upper Narrator', I have confirmed this even more."
Vero. As she spoke, Nika lowered her head slightly and touched her chin lightly with her fingers. She seemed to be thinking and organizing her words: "We can regard the 'upper narrator' as a god in an earlier stage - in the process of birth. In the early days, the purer trends of thought made Him possess a purer divinity, which was the stage closest to the 'essence' of gods. However, the gods in the real world were in the later stages. According to our experience at that time,According to observation records, the gods in the real world are already in a very chaotic and paranoid state, and this situation will obviously continue to worsen..."
"We may be able to divide the gods into several based on this. stage," Gawain said thoughtfully, "The gods who were first born in the mortal thoughts were pure individuals born from relatively strong spiritual reflections. They were usually born because of relatively single emotions or wishes, such as people's desire for death. Fear and awe of nature, this is the 'original god', and the upper-level narrator is at this stage;
"After the birth of the gods, they will continue to be influenced by mortal thoughts, and as the influence becomes more and more For a long time, they themselves will be mixed with too many 'impurities', and thus they will become more and more chaotic and more and more inclined to madness. This is probably the longest stage in the entire 'life cycle' of a god. This is 'pollution'. "The gods of the period';
"In the final period, the pollution reaches its peak, and the gods completely become a chaotic and crazy existence. When all reason is annihilated by those chaotic thoughts, the gods will enter their final stage. This stage is also the stage that the disobedient people try their best to fight against - the 'Mad God'. "
After Gawain finished speaking, Veronica nodded slightly: "Based on the characteristics of the upper-level narrator, your division method should be correct. "
"...So, it is not only divinity that pollutes humanity, but also humanity that pollutes divinity," Gawain sighed softly, "We have always believed that the spiritual pollution of gods is the first and most important thing. Powerful pollution, but ignores that a huge number of mortals also have a huge impact on gods...
"The complexity and differences of mortals have caused gods to continue to slide in the direction of madness since their birth. The protection of all things Gods are 'created' by mortals themselves, and the 'mad god' who ultimately destroys the world is also created by mortals themselves."
"This is the nature of this world," Veronica said quietly. The disobedient who has lived for a thousand years spoke indifferently, and his beautiful crystal-carved eyes only contained a machine-like calmness. "It is neither unfair nor biased. It just has a set of rules. All of us - including gods." ——We all have to operate within this set of rules. The only thing worthy of irony is probably the "disobedients" like us. We are a group of mortals who are unwilling to die according to the rules. If we are unwilling to die, we are probably against this world. The greatest disobedience."
Gawain was silent for a few seconds and shook his head with a sigh: "...Survival is the instinct of all living beings, and morality is limited to ethnic groups. In a sense, both humans and gods are. It's a poor thing."
At this moment, Amber's voice came from the nearby air: "But why must human nature pollute divinity? If mortals are complex and chaotic, then the gods are born. Isn't it the same for mortals?"
Gawain glanced aside and grabbed Amber out of the air. Veronica on the side said: "Because we have been developing, and the tribe is here. It is becoming larger and larger, not only physically, but also mentally.
“The ancient people who first came up with the concept of ‘gods’ may have simply been in awe of certain natural phenomena. Their greatest wish may have been to have enough food and clothing, and to survive the next day, but what about us today? ? How many wishes do mortals have, how many expectations and impulses about the future, and these all point to the god who originally only wanted to protect people with food and clothing..."
Amber listened to Veronica's words? , his brows couldn't help but slowly wrinkled.
"This sounds like a dead end... Unless we never develop, even the population does not change, and our thoughts remain unchanged for thousands of years, in order to avoid the emergence of a 'mad god'... But how is this possible?"
"This is indeed an endless cycle," Gawain said lightly, "that's why we have to find a way to break it. Whether it is the death of all things that will try to create a god completely controlled by human nature, or The Eternal Sleepers tried to cut off the 'contamination link' between humans and gods by breaking the soul seal. They were all trying to break this cycle of death, but... they failed in their attempts. ”
< p>Hu Huo suddenly raised his head and looked at Gawain: "Is there another way?"Gawain looked at those bright eyes and slowly smiled: "It depends on people, there will always be a way." "
"I hope this road can be found soon," Amber curled her lips and muttered, "It's good for people and good for God..."
Wei Ronika heard Amber's words, but as a disobedient, she did not make any rebuttal or warning. She just listened quietly, her eyes calm, as if she was lost in thought.
Gawain narrowed his eyes slightly, his thoughts fluctuating in his heart.
The development of mortals...in a sense brews the poison that pollutes the gods and lays the hidden danger of humankind's own destruction. However, the development itself is how mortals face this cold and hard world. The only resistance one can make.
This cold rule is really not very friendly, but neither man nor god has any choice.
......
Magic Technology Research Institute, Druid Research Center.
The gray-haired Byron stood in an open space out of the way, nervously watching the technicians not far away who were busy around the platform, debugging equipment, and he tried hard to appear calm. , so he stood straight on the spot, but people who are familiar with him can actually see the tension deep in the heart of the imperial general from this calm standing posture -
Normal Byron is rarely like this When standing in silence.
Wandou sat quietly on the chair next to Byron, looked up at his adoptive father helplessly, lowered his head and picked up the writing board that he never left behind, and wrote a line on it. Then he poked Byron's elbow with a pen and handed the writing board over:
"Dad, relax, you will affect everyone."
Byron looked down He glanced at the content on the writing board and gave a slightly stiff smile: "I...I'm quite relaxed..."
Wandou sighed helplessly when he saw this, and looked at a lot of machinery, equipment and technicians not far away.
Pittman stood among a group of assistants and researchers, with a rare seriousness on his wrinkled face.
The crystal resonance device buried under the experimental table made a pleasant hum. The projection crystal embedded in front of the experimental table showed a complex and clear three-dimensional image. His eyes swept across the view of the spine-like structure. Confirm every detail on it and pay attention to every change.
"There should be no problem. The reaction is consistent with the last test. The artificial nerve cord is in good survival condition and the signal transmission is very clear," an assistant said. "The next step is to see the new skull base contact. Whether the point can function as expected..."
"It's finally time for acceptance..." Pitman sighed softly, and then carefully picked up the shape placed in the center of the platform as if holding a treasure. Weird silver-white device.
It is a "snake-shaped device" less than half a meter long and composed of silver-white metal segments. The whole thing looks like a flat spine, and one end has a triangle shape that seems to fit the back of the neck. structure, and several "tentacle"-like terminals extend from the other end. The entire device looks sophisticated and weird.
This is the improved "nerve thorn".
Pittman grasped the triangular structure of the neural thorn with one hand and held its terminal tubercle underneath with the other hand, and came to Byron and Pea.
"Is it ready to use?" Byron asked immediately.
"It can be used in the first place," Pittman rolled his eyes, "but for safety and security, we checked it again."
His statement did not make anyone happy. No matter how relaxed Byron was, the latter couldn't help but frown and confirmed again: "In case something goes wrong..."
"First of all, this is a non-implantable nerve cord, which relies on the skull. The bottom contact establishes a connection with the brain, and the skull base contact itself has a fuse mechanism. As long as the user's brain wave disturbance exceeds the safe value, the contact will be disconnected. Secondly, there are so many experts here watching, the laboratory We have also prepared the most complete emergency equipment. You can put your heart back and let it continue to beat where it should be for decades. Don’t be nervous here.”
Byron Zhang. He opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something more, but Pea had already stood up from the chair and pushed Byron aside quietly.
Pittman glanced at Byron: "Peas are much braver than you."
Byron moved his lips twice, as if he still had a lot to say, but in the end Still kept his mouth shut.
In this case, don’t continue to question the professionals, and don’t make trouble for the experimental project - even a half-way knight with a mercenary background understands this simple truth.
"Pea, sit down on this chair," Pittman led the girl to a nearby chair, and the latter had tied up her hair and exposed it when she went out today.With his smooth neck, Pittman held the world's first set of "nerve thorns" in his hand, and brought it a little closer to the back of Pea's neck. "It will be a little cool, and then there will be some numbness, but it will pass soon." The tray will then stick to your skin to ensure the effective connection of the skull base contacts - the 'gluing' effect is very stable, so if you want to take it off later, remember to press the next few buttons in sequence first, otherwise It will hurt..."
Pitman explained the precautions very seriously, and then finally attached the silver-white device to the back of Pea's neck.
A very subtle "click" sound came from the silver-white metal joint. This device, which is made of magic material, light metal, and bionic material, sensed brain waves. It immediately seemed to have gained life. The triangular tray was attached to the back of Pea's head, and a dark red light stream quickly flowed between the neatly arranged metal "nodes". The runes inside were activated one after another, and the entire nerve thorns It contracted for a moment, then relaxed.
Wandou's neck trembled excitedly, but there was no expression of discomfort on his face.
Pittman stood up, glanced at Byron who was nervous and stepped forward, and then looked back at Pea.
"We have installed a small talking device in your nerve thorn - you can now try to 'speak'. Concentrate and articulate what you want to say. , this may not be easy at first, but I believe you can master it quickly..."
Wandou turned her head hesitantly, as if she was still getting used to the wonderful touch coming from the back of her neck, and then she frowned , trying to concentrate in the way Pittman explained, and outline the words he wanted to say in his mind.
A strange, indecipherable noise came from the nerve thorns in the back of her head.
Then there was a second burst of noise, which seemed to be mixed with some broken and messy syllables.
Wandou tried several more times, and finally, the syllables began to gradually become continuous, and the noise gradually calmed down.
She took a deep breath, focused her attention again, and then looked steadily at Byron next to her.
An intermittent but clear voice reached the ears of the nearly fifty-year-old knight: "...Dad...thank you..."