Schiller, who was on the head of the globe, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. A screen appeared above the heads of several people. He said: "You can see the situation outside through my consciousness space, just like this..."
"This is Hugo Strange. What you are seeing now is his first day in Gotham..."
Hugo Strange's face appears in the picture, and from the first perspective, a man wearing a white coat sleeve appears, followed by an arm shaking Hugo's hand.
"We're looking at your first-person perspective now, right?" Victor asked.
"That's right, I'm being polite to him at this moment. Please note, I'm going to introduce the topic of psychological theory next..."
Several people were very interested and stared at the screen intently. They saw Hugo in the first perspective and soon began his long speech, while Schiller kept discussing with him. After a while, the first
In the perspective of Schiller's hand, he took out a bottle of wine from his bag.
"Wait a minute, isn't it a little weird to drink alcohol during an academic discussion?" Yin Wensi asked: "You are obviously talking about a very serious academic topic, and if you take out a bottle of wine at this time, wouldn't he think it's wrong?
?”
"It is precisely because we are discussing serious academic topics now that he will not notice this, because all his energy is focused on how to refute my theory. Look at his expression, pay attention here..."
Schiller got a pointer from somewhere, then pointed at the picture on the screen and said: "Did you see it?" He lowered his head and glanced at my hand that was opening the bottle cap, but while I was doing this, he also looked at me.
He asked a question and his attention was distracted..."
"His curiosity about what I am doing is far less powerful than his desire to refute me and prove himself."
The two hands in the first-person view of the screen took out two wine glasses, and then poured wine for Hugo and himself. Several people heard Schiller say: "I am used to having a drink after get off work, what about you? Dr. Hugo ?”
Hugo didn't seem to mind. He didn't look like an alcoholic, but he didn't seem to be averse to drinking. When Schiller pushed the wine glass in front of him, it seemed that to give Schiller face, he still picked up the glass and drank.
Take a sip.
When the debate became more and more intense, Hugo began to frequently pick up his wine glass in the intervals of thinking. Schiller with the globe head pointed at the screen and said: "He began to use secondary objects as pauses and turns in thinking, just like
There are many people who like to spin pens, bite their fingers, and play with erasers in class..."
After a while, you can see from the camera on the screen that Hugo started to feel drowsy, and Victor asked: "Is he going to sleep?"
"Yes, guess where the first act will start?"
"Just like us, we wake up in the original scene and then don't realize that we are dreaming at all." Cobot said in a low voice.
Schiller shook his head and said: "This is a good start, but it is a bit mediocre. If the origin of a script is too mediocre, the subsequent development may not be very exciting."
"Where do you want to start, Professor?"
Schiller stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers again, and all the items in the room began to recede. The floors were pulled out section by section, the sofas disappeared layer by layer, and the cabinets and tables all merged into the floor and ceiling in a magical folding way.
middle.
Then, all kinds of things came out of the walls of the space, forming another scene. Several people stood in the center of the space. Yin Wensi looked up and down and said, "This seems to be... a train carriage?"
"Yes, I think a gradual opening would be a good choice. You may have seen it in some movies. The protagonist takes a train to a strange city. He looks at the scenery outside the window and dreams about his future.
Although this kind of beginning of my life is a bit literary, I like it very much..."
With that said, Schiller walked to the door of a carriage room and opened the door. Sitting inside was Hugo Strange.
"But I think there is something missing." Yin Wensi touched his chin and said, "Oh, by the way, in drama creation, the protagonist needs some motivation. Only with motivation can the protagonist be pushed to do things..."
"Of course, I have also made preparations, but let me declare first that I did not control his mind. Just like you, he also has the ability to think independently in the conscious space."
"Now..." Schiller snapped his fingers, and the narrow corridors and layer-by-layer partitions on the train unfolded like cardboard boxes and turned into a flat surface, leaving only Hugo and him sitting there.
chairs, and the table in front of them.
Several people followed Schiller's footsteps and walked to Hugo. Cobot asked: "Can't he see us?"
"That's a good question," Schiller said. "That's what I was going to say."
"Human consciousness and dreams are divided into many layers, at least in my case. Different floors cannot communicate with each other, nor can they interfere with each other."
"We're on a different floor than him?"
"Yes, the place you are in now is the 'theater' in my thinking palace, which is on the 68th, 69th and 70th floors respectively."
"What is this concept? Is there any difference between floors?"
"Of course there is. It's actually very complicated to say it, because such a palace of thought was not built in a day, but there are rules to follow. To put it simply, the lower the level, the more chaotic it is, and the higher the level, the more orderly it is.
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"Hugo is currently on the 68th floor, which is the stage, and you are now on the 69th floor, which is the auditorium."
"And I, although I am standing next to you now, I am actually on the 70th floor of the theater, which is the director's room, or the director's office."
"So, I can control everything on the stage, like this..." As soon as Schiller finished speaking, he snapped his fingers again, and a newspaper appeared on Hugo's table.
"Newspaper? What's written on it?" Vince Yin wanted to go over and have a look, but he didn't seem to want to get too close to Hugo. Schiller reminded him: "You can definitely go over and have a look, he can't see you."
"In my palace of thought, each part has different rules. In the theater, the consciousness of the higher level can see the consciousness of the lower level, but the lower level cannot see the consciousness of the higher level."
"So, you can see him, but he can't see you. At this time, in his field of vision, he should be sitting on the train, entering Gotham City as the train advances."
"Isn't he already here? And he's chatting and drinking with you..."
"You really have a lot of stupid questions." Jack glared at Vince Yin who asked the question. Schiller waved his hand and said, "Don't be like that, Jack, I like people who like to ask questions."
"Generally speaking, people don't realize that they are dreaming when they are dreaming. Just like when you first came here, although everything is inconsistent and weird, you are completely unaware of it."
"A small number of people are able to realize that they are dreaming in their dreams, and take full advantage of the principle that what they believe to be true is true, and accomplish many things in dreams that are impossible in reality. We generally call this kind of dream "lucidity"
Dream'."
"But obviously, Hugo, who had just fallen asleep, was unable to realize that he was dreaming. In his opinion, he had just received the employment notice, got on the train to Gotham, and then saw something in the car.
A newspaper..."
"Then what's the motive you said before to add to him?"
Schiller waved his hand again, and another newspaper appeared in Hugo's hand. That newspaper seemed to be a little old. Victor leaned over and looked at it and said, "Is this a report about you?"
"Yes, I was hinting to him that he had noticed me before coming to Gotham and investigated some information about me. This should arouse his curiosity about me and expedite his coming to Arkham Hospital.
Speed, and make some preparations for the subsequent plot..."
"And then..." Schiller snapped his fingers, the table was pulled away from Hugo, and the newspaper flew into the air and disappeared. Hugo stepped directly into the office of the attending physician at Arkham Psychiatric Hospital.
"Why jump directly?" Victor asked him: "Won't he feel a little strange?"
"Isn't that what dreams are like? One segment after another, from breakfast to class to lunch break to home after school. You wouldn't finish a complete math class in your dream, would you?
"
"What's next? Is he going to start work?"
"No, his motivation is not enough. I have to add fuel to the fire."
Then, Schiller waved his hand, and a man exactly like him appeared next to him, except that his head became a normal Schiller head instead of a globe.
"What is this? Your clone?"
"He is the actor who will appear next..."
Following Schiller's words, the other self walked into the office of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, and then held Hugo's hands very enthusiastically and said to him: "Thank God, you are finally here."
Afterwards, Schiller began to be polite to Hugo, and Victor commented: "You are acting too much like an unscrupulous quack who is eager to shirk responsibility."
"This is exactly what I want. If I leave him with an image that I am very incompetent and eager to shirk responsibility, then he will feel that I am not worthy of my reputation, and then he will have a stronger motive to expose me and overthrow
My theory."
"I really don't understand." Victor crossed his arms and said, "What is your ultimate purpose in arranging this play? It's not really just for fun, is it?"
"Having fun is one of them. After all, it's a long night and I don't want to sleep. It's not bad to direct and act in a play, but it does have another purpose. You will know later."
Then, Schiller's character exited and Brand's character walked in again. Before they could ask, Schiller explained: "This is just a puppet that I embodied. Brand did not come here.
After all, his direction is pathology and he is not interested in these things."
Then Hugo began to deliver his lofty speech about "the palace of thought does not exist". During this process, Jack laughed very happily, and in the end it almost turned into a belly laugh. He wiped the corners of his eyes.
Tears said: "This is like a person saying in a dream, 'People can't dream'. This is such a funny joke, hahahahaha! It has replaced the joke that Schiller is an ordinary person in my heart..."
"
Since Schiller's head was a globe, others couldn't see his expression, but Victor still joked: "What did I just see? Did you roll your eyes there in Texas?"
Then, they saw Hugo walking out with an egg-shaped machine. Cobot frowned and said, "What is that?"
"It should be something that he used his own thinking to manifest, just like the chicken wing head and ice gun you just made. He believed that he had made this thing, so it really appeared."
Then they saw Hugo pick up the medical records and start looking through them, then walked to the phone and started making calls.
Suddenly, a harsh ringtone rang in the space. Cobot lowered his head in confusion and saw a ringing phone floating in front of him.
"Your phone number," Schiller said with a smile.
"What's going on? He called me in his dream, and then he actually called me?"
"I was the one who allowed him to get here, otherwise it would be pointless for us to watch here. I have always felt that immersive theater performances have great potential for development, and the interaction between actors and the audience is also a top priority..."
"So what do I do now?"
Victor patted Copot on the shoulder and said, "Answer the phone."
Coppert picked up the phone, and he really heard Hugo's voice. At this time, the two were facing each other in the office. Hugo was holding the phone on the left side of the table, and Coppert was holding the phone on the right side of the table.
"Hello, is this Mr. Copot? This is Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. My medical records here show that you need to come for a follow-up visit recently. Are you free tomorrow afternoon?"
Cobot was stunned, but he still agreed to the request for a follow-up visit. Then he looked at Schiller and said, "What should I do next? Do I really want to go for a follow-up visit?"
"Didn't you see what I just did? Imagine a virtual personality, then materialize it, and let it go down and participate in this performance for you."
Schiller introduced to Copot how to manifest another self in the conscious space. He emphasized: "The trick is that it is best not to give it a higher-dimensional perspective, just like a person who really receives a follow-up notice and does not understand why.
I plan to go to Cobot..."
"You mean to create a virtual memory for him?" Cobot asked with a frown.
"Yes, you can give him a reasonable reason. For example, in his memory, he does not know that I have resigned, and he feels that the follow-up visit is just a routine matter, and it is okay to go. This will help him in the next performance.
More devoted…”
When another Cobot was created, several other people were amazed. When he walked into the consulting room and lay on the chair, Hugo took out the machine. Cobot in the audience asked: "Does he want to
What to do?"
"He may want to enter your conscious world."
"But isn't he already in the conscious world?"
"Remember the rules here? What you believe is true. He thinks this is the real world, and he is a psychiatrist, so he plans to enter your mind."
"And this is what I said, my other purpose, and it is also the topic that I have been focusing on recently..."
"What?"
"A dream within a dream."
This chapter has been completed!