If the void cataclysm is inevitably going to happen, do the fallen apostles know about it?
If the fallen apostles knew that the void cataclysm was about to come, would they take action for it?
These are two questions that so far there is no evidence to clarify, but the existing intelligence still vaguely points in one direction: the fallen apostles may have noticed the changes in the void, and their actions may be related to this. [w..
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According to Father God's theory, if the void cataclysm occurs, most of the fallen apostles themselves may survive, but all their worlds will die instantly, and then they will all be exposed to the sight of the gods and the empire, and everything will
The basic power will be cut off, almost, it will be destroyed. If the other party knows that this is about to happen, they will definitely take action.
Qianqian's metaphor is very appropriate. No one has thought of it like this before: the entire event of the Void Cataclysm is really like a comprehensive anti-virus process. The person who executes this program is the void itself, and the void creatures are equivalent in another sense.
The administrator of the void, the world associated with this administrator group, is actually equivalent to having a legal identity in the registry, whether they are programs installed directly by the administrator, or shortcuts installed by the program itself.
It is regarded as normal information, but the fallen apostle's own world has not been confirmed and authorized by the administrator, and can be regarded as data secretly tampered with by backdoor software - no matter how unreasonable this method is, as long as Qian Qian's conjecture is true, then for
As far as the void is concerned, a world that is not authorized by void creatures is illegal.
Therefore, when the Cataclysm occurred, everything for which corresponding information could not be found in the registry was deleted.
Father God has discovered subtle traces in every world. Those things are fragments of information without any meaning. The fragments of information in all worlds are the same, and their structural forms do not conform to the process of world evolution, that is, they are not natural.
Products, then are these things labels that represent "authorization"?
"It's possible. It's very possible." Father God nodded repeatedly, "Aside from the innate information-driven power of void creatures, I really can't think of anything else that could label a world with such an inexplicable label.
, If this is the case, there must be no such information marked on the territory of the fallen apostles - but we still cannot confirm. Once void creatures like you and me really confirm the coordinates of a certain world of the other party, that world will definitely be marked.
It’s marked, this is really a troublesome situation and there’s no way around it.”
My idea is that if the void creature is really equivalent to an administrator responsible for "authorizing" everything in the world, the three of us seem to be really weak. As long as we see things, even if we don't see them, we will see things.
, they must be authorized unconditionally so that they can survive the catastrophe. What is this? There is no control at all! It would be great if we knew how this authorization process came about. I will immediately label all the fallen apostles
Mark the Trojan and then wait for the virus to be disinfected. This saves a lot of trouble...
"Now let's assume that the fallen apostles knew about the Cataclysm of the Void. Then how did they know that after the Cataclysm, all things that were not 'authorized' by the void creatures were destroyed?" I still have some questions, "Now I want to think about it.
I think, they spent so much money to create a void creature, and for this reason they were even taken advantage of by naughty kids like Xiaoxue. It can't be just to join the scientific career, right? I think their purpose of creating a void creature is to give themselves
World authorization - it is equivalent to forging an administrator account."
"I have also noticed this matter. The Fallen Apostles, as the remaining forces after the collapse of the old empire, originally should not have too much information about the Void Cataclysm. This is something that the crazy girl Huron and I deduced ourselves.
, others don’t know at all. There is no way to know: without the induction of void creatures, even the gods cannot detect any abnormalities. If we want to assume that the fallen apostles have mastered the information of the void cataclysm, the first thing is to solve the problem of their intelligence source: they
Where did you find out?”
"Maybe they don't know?" Bingtis yawned. Because the surrounding space had mutated into an open space, she simply started swimming freely beside me. "It's all speculation. Maybe they created void creatures just to deal with you.
It’s just that both you and Father God know about the great cataclysm of the void, so you can’t help but think of things in this direction. [Full text first published..cm]”
Bingtis's words are not unreasonable. Father God and I looked at each other and nodded. If this is the case, that would be better. At least it proves that the fallen apostles do not have intelligence sources beyond our imagination, but there are still many things involving those guys.
It’s better to make some bad preparations, I always feel that things will not go smoothly: maybe the fallen apostle knows more things in his hands than God the Father and I combined?
It's not impossible.
At this moment, Sandora's voice suddenly came from the spiritual connection: "Arjun, where have you been?"
"About 20 billion light-years from Earth—what's wrong?"
"We found a few very interesting... guys, mass-produced consoles. You'll know when you come over and take a look."
"What's wrong?" Father God asked curiously when he saw a slight change in my expression.
"Sandora called me, it seems there is something wrong at home -"
Father God waved his hand at me: "I want to go to the physical boundary to have a look, if you don't mind me walking around."
I nodded and returned home directly with Qianqian and Bingtis, who had already started to move forward in the space like a dog-paw.
I thought I was going to the Shadow City, but I didn’t expect that she had already brought people over. They were six or seven mass-produced Xiling hosts. The exact same girl, wearing a simple white dress, was sitting neatly on the sofa.
They sat in a row, and their appearance, expressions and postures all looked exactly like those carved from the same mold. Sitting motionless, they looked like paper figures cut out with scissors.
A mass-produced machine has no advanced thinking reaction, is similar to a logic device, has extremely strong logical computing capabilities, and can coordinately process any data - this series of definitions flashed through my mind instantly, and then I saw the person sitting at the end of this row of mass-produced bubbles.
The girl on the left seems a little different, her eyes are very lively, there is snack scum on her mouth, and there is a patch of dust on the hem of her skirt: I don’t know where it came from.
I stretched out my hand towards this special mass-produced bubble, and sure enough, the other party immediately jumped up to me with a cheerful "Goo!", hugged my neck like an octopus, and rubbed his head against his chest: "This is a bubble."
Bubble. This is her repertoire. She hangs out with her sisters and then lets people find her out. This guy never tires of doing this. Moreover, after learning to play games from her mother recently, she has become more interested in getting a younger sister to follow her.
Stand side by side and take a photo. After taking out the photo, let the family play "Let's find fault." To be fair, this game is really not difficult: it is difficult to make a lively guy like Pao Pao calm down for more than five minutes. She also has
At any time, he will be as dirty as a naughty kid (naughty kid, see naughty kid again) from running around and playing. Such bubbles stand together with mass-produced machines. You will have trouble telling them apart!
"What's wrong with these guys?"
I glanced at Sandora who was sitting opposite the sofa studying the data terminal, then bent down and touched one of the mass-produced bubble heads. These guys have no sense of sex, but emotionally I always feel that they are considered bubbles.
My sister is Pao, so she is very close to me. After meeting, I usually say hello, touch my head, or give her a candy - they like candy.
"The six mass-produced consoles in front of you did something great a while ago." Sandora raised her head. "I still remember the last time we went to Sylvia's dessert house, Bella Vera mentioned that there was a group of
The mass-produced bubble suddenly showed up and ordered a lot of exquisite pastries for the first time, right?"
I blinked, it was a few days ago, but Shandora reminded me that I really remembered it: mainly because Bella Vera told me a lot of things at that time that were very impressive, and that day was also
Because of the mass production of bubbles, Sylvia was too busy, so Bella Vera's personality came out to help.
"Under normal circumstances, mass-produced consoles. Even those strange consoles that are suddenly interested in candies and cakes do not have too obvious subjective tendencies, or even if their daily lives have personal tendencies, they are still mechanized.
For personal preferences, a piece of the simplest white cake is enough, but that day, six mass-production machines suddenly ordered a huge cream cake and a bunch of exquisite snacks, which caught Bubble's attention."
Sandor raised her chin and pointed to the opposite side of the living room. Only then did I realize that there were more than a dozen bubbles piled there. A group of girls with dull expressions stood in line and responded to the instructions in various ways, and the ones in front of them
On the chair stood the mother body of all mass-produced consoles: Child's Mother v2.0.
Paopao stood on the chair, condescendingly directing the dozens of mass-produced machines below to turn around, report the numbers, and conduct random questions and answers. He was very busy. The living room was originally very big, but it turned out that it was packed in all the way.
With twenty or so doll heads, I immediately felt like my home had been occupied by bubbles...
"These ones here are all the same," Paopao finished the instructions to his girls and asked them to sit down and rest. Then he ran over, jumping on his feet and hugging my waist.
In order to express the child's mother's welcome to the child's father's return home, she said to Sandora, "Purely logical thinking, only orders and obeying priorities. The thinking process is exactly the same as when she was born. No changes can be seen. What's more important
It’s just that they don’t have any ego tendencies, and they can get the same answers to any random order of questions and answers. There is definitely something wrong with the six in front of you.”
I was confused by the serious looks of Paopao and Sandora, and I felt eyes staring at me from the side. When I lowered my head, it turned out that the six girls in the row on the sofa were all looking at this side uniformly, without any emotion.
Although his face remained motionless, there was a hint of intimacy in his eyes. Well, this is the normal reaction of the Xiling Apostle.
"I asked the children later," Pao Pao said, standing in front of six girls who were exactly the same as himself. They were obviously the same lolita, but in a mother's tone, "these children were holding a celebration that day."
I was stunned, and Sandora added: "Celebrating the birthday of one of the mass-produced machines."
"This is not the behavior that a mass-produced Xiling host should produce," Paopao reached out and pinched the nose of the copy closest to him, as if teasing the other person. "If they are interested in sweets, it can be attributed to logic.
The module produces a reinforced response to a specific information stimulus: Reactivity can also explain what is going on with simple personal hobbies, but when this behavior is so complex that several people discuss holding a birthday party, and they even pool their money to buy it
When there are a bunch of exquisite pastries and ribbon toys, they cannot be explained by logical thinking. I think they have developed perceptual thinking, and the level of complexity is very high. With their own huge database, this perceptual thinking can even be expressed as
They are just like normal people who are slightly aloof, but theoretically this is impossible. The design of mass-produced machines does not leave room for evolution. They need to evolve: Xiling hosts have humanoid shapes. But in terms of classification, we are considered construction units.
Or mechanical equipment. For a mechanical equipment whose required functions are determined at birth, evolution is not necessary. This is why the Xiling host has only a few parent machines, and the rest are copies. But these few
indivual……"
"Although they are still quite far away from the level of 'mother machine', at least they have taken a crucial step. They have begun to develop creative and emotional tendencies." Sandora handed over the data terminal that she had been playing with for a long time. "
This is what I have compiled. There have been about 60 reference-worthy operation reports of these six mass-produced machines in the past year. Since a year ago, their self-test speed has been slightly faster than that of other ordinary machines, and there are many more in the reports.
It was mentioned for the first time that they had acted outside the scheduled tasks. The frequency of such actions has become higher and higher as time goes by. Afterwards, they were checked and found that there was no fault. Up to now, these six hosts have been significantly stronger than
Copies, they can modify their own knowledge base and create some optimization plug-ins that no one has thought of - although the improvement in the entire workflow may be less than 1%. The two most significant changes
The hosts are numbered l28 and l34 respectively. They have reset the coordination components of the builders they made, and may be trying to start two operating lines at the same time. For mass-produced hosts, this is challenging their own design limits.
But their having this idea is already challenging common sense. Of course, what challenges common sense even more is that they actually held a birthday party for themselves. Although the party was organized as crudely as a child's play house, they obviously felt very happy...
"
At this time, my whole body was deeply frightened. I squatted next to the sofa and looked from left to right. Six mass-produced bubbles looked directly at me. From the appearance, they seemed to be really better than ordinary ones.
Fortunately, I was a little smarter, but my expression was still so dull. After observing for a long time, I finally saw something from the eyes of the girl closest to me: she seemed a little uneasy.
"What's the matter? Are you worried that you will be sliced and studied?" I suddenly became possessed slightly, my brain twitched, and I asked without thinking, and then the girl opposite me flattened her mouth: "Tavel, it's terrible, she will definitely do it.
I stuff it into the coffin, and then cremate it and scan it again every day."
Me: "Why does this kid talk like this?"
"This is No. 34. I was studying a dual-process simulation script a while ago and burned my language module." Pao Pao subtly pinched the back of the neck of the mass-produced console, and the latter suddenly let out a "chirp--" "Ji--", and then stopped talking completely, "Look, the newly replaced module is still incompatible for some inexplicable reason. It's missing a driver. These girls who messed around with themselves will cheat their father and then their mother. I still have to reprogram the driver for her!"
What I want is, if these six consoles are really going to evolve, it would be worth it to program a new operating system for each of them!
There is no doubt that the host numbered 34 has definitely evolved... no, it has super evolved into a host beast. The content she took the initiative to say just now is definitely not something that a logic machine can come out, and another host numbered 28 has also been developed at this time. With an obvious movement, she glanced at me carefully and asked: "Your Majesty, we won't be sent to the research institute, right? Chief Tavel is really scary..."
"I am personally responsible for your situation. I don't trust those scientific lunatics to touch my daughter at will." Paopao waved his arms proudly. If she were not one meter tall, this action would be more reliable. Then the six mass-produced machines all showed expressions of relief and returned to their dull state.
"You see, you have evolved, but you must not have finished evolving. Most of the time, you are still as stupid as a stone." Paopao poked the face of the mass-produced machine, "There are a few others who have also evolved, but they don't have these six." It was so obvious that I didn’t bring her over. Her father, this matter is definitely valuable. Think about it, what a precious unit the Xiling mother machine is. Even in the old empire era, one mother machine was enough to support half a century. The information hub of a whole world, because we can reproduce ourselves without limit, evolve, and even complete scientific research tasks in extreme cases, a mother machine can also be used as a hub to connect thousands of slave machines into a super network— -With a mother machine and enough time, you are equivalent to having an entire empire - Hey, I'm so awesome, I'll sign it for you later..."
By the end, the bubbles were almost floating. Her ability to get high was really powerful. I have never seen anyone who could seriously take out a mirror and say "you are so awesome" to it. Today See you now.
Bingtis, who had been listening for a long time and had not interrupted because he didn't understand, finally got a chance to speak. He pointed at Paopao and said righteously: "It's wrong for you to be so shameless. Come on, I'll teach you..."
(The network suffered a catastrophic failure, which was caused by going outside...)