0705 Chapter Fourteen: The End of the Era (Section 34)
"Have you ever heard of Beethoven?"
As soon as the home robot missing an arm entered the hall from the side door, he was asked this question. The only light eye on the monitor flashed in confusion.
This is a large concert hall made of gold and mithril. It is not plated, but solidly cast.
Since the true value of the dimensionally split controllable computing system was discovered by humans, the real universe has quickly entered a state of great abundance of matter.
Compared to the ultimate society under a system like the Land of Ten Thousand Me, it is even worse.
Just imagine, when you want a house, you no longer have to cut wood, bake bricks, or even spend money to buy it;
As long as you simply enter a line of code, you can transfer the materials you need from a planet hundreds of light years away and arrange them in the way you like...
Of course, the universe system is not that simple, and the real universe does not allow everyone to have enough food and clothing.
A concert like this, in which a robot plays real musical instruments in a hall with a thousand people, actually has only one audience.
The skinny old man sat on the side of the first row.
This is not a suitable location for listening to classical music, but it is right next to the entrance where domestic robots come in.
"I don't know..." the household robot replied: "Who is he? Your next chess piece? Candidate for the new director?"
"Hahahaha..." the old man laughed in a dry voice: "Don't always think about business.
You have been in the system, and I thought it would become more interesting like those young civilizations.
What is the difference between your current appearance and those living dead people on the street?
Look at these players.
Is it difficult to learn an instrument? As long as you spend a few dozen minutes practicing every day, you can live like a human being, think, desire, be greedy, cry and laugh...
But they don't want to.
So I just sit here and listen to the machine play for me."
"I thought you were against Lamarck's ideas, so you asked me to kill him." The broken robot tilted its head slightly.
The skinny old man's smile did not diminish, but he suddenly turned his face, his eyes bursting with light that could penetrate the soul: "Oppose his ideas?
No, Lilith, you have been an alien from the beginning. Like Nuwa, an alien who can never understand and integrate into our society.
So you won't understand.
Beethoven was a mortal.
In the lower universe system, a native of an unknown small world. Even to his death, he never jumped to another dimension.
But such an ant has accomplished something that most gods cannot achieve.
He engraved his name, his inspiration, talent, works, and existence into the system through artistic creation, and became as famous as the most powerful [Big Break] gods.
Without any interference from us, he triggered the trace effect of the avenue on his own, allowing his existence to be recognized by all the worlds as part of the history of every world..."
Lilith seemed to be enlightened: "Although I have never paid attention to their names, I do know that there are some such artists in the universe system."
The old man ignored it and continued to talk to himself:
"He named his piece "Destiny".
Use your ears to listen! It's your words and I should be able to understand them.
Did you hear that? That emotion as strong as fire?
What would it look like if the public heard it?"
Lilith fell into confusion again and replied hesitantly: "According to Lamarck's idea, they might be able to rekindle the passion for life and bring about a turnaround for our civilization?"
The old man sneered and shook his head: "No, Lilith, you are absolutely wrong!
Lamarck only wanted to use them to save our world, but he never thought that when our people come into contact with the cultural impact of cosmic civilization, they will not reflect on themselves at all, nor will they arouse the ambition to compete with it, let alone Produce endless inspiration...
Our civilization is too old.
When ordinary people begin to see clearly the isolated civilization in the universe monopolized by the Administration, they will only be amazed, obsessed, and impressed!
Imagine that a god who is supposed to be real, aloof, arrogant, and wants everything above all things, condescends to worship and respect his humble creation...
How funny? How sad? How...terrible!"
"Okay, I probably understand what you are thinking." Lilith shrugged with her only remaining arm: "I can even understand that the vast majority of people in our world have the same thoughts and fears as you.
So Lamarck must die... although in my opinion, his idea is much more reasonable than yours.
If we can save civilization from decay and usher in a new dawn, what does it matter who leads it and who rules it?
The child you have always regarded as a serious problem, I went to see the world she built.
In other words... I have been living there for nearly a hundred thousand years.
The place where all my dreams come true, the place where desires, ideals, ambitions, efforts, love, yearning...
You can find everything that a young civilization should have there.
The only thing that is not satisfactory is that... there are no men in that place hahahahaha...
If you ask me, let that child rule our world, at least he will be better than you.
But it doesn’t matter, I’m just a working girl. It’s only natural to kill people and get paid.
You can continue to play with your power and think of ways to create a dynasty that lasts forever, or you can persuade the people to give up the cosmic system and return to some kind of slash-and-burn life?
Anyway, everything has nothing to do with me. You just need to settle the payment now."
Lilith said, spreading her remaining arms forward, as if she was repaying a debt.
As the symphony is approaching its final chapter, Beethoven is conducting the notes to be superimposed layer by layer, and the string section converges into a torrent of emotions, pushing the audience to a delicate and majestic climax.
At the moment before the emotion reached its climax, Krypton, as an audience member, suddenly raised his hands like a conductor, waving and closing them.
The music stopped abruptly on the dominant seventh chord that could be solved in just one beat and caused the obsessive-compulsive disorder to collapse.
"Are you sure you've completed the most critical part?"
Krypton Lord's eyes were shining brighter than ever before, as if this was not the real universe where their bodies were no better than mortals, but the lower universe system where they could reach the stars and the moon.
"Of course," Lilith said indifferently: "But I couldn't find Qu Yun, so I used the blood sample of the successor of Blood Candle Castle, the current [Slaying Poet].
You just want to make the people aware of the threat to cosmic civilization, want to frame the death of Lamarck, and long for the wartime power that is very likely to be obtained.
I want to bring the child's blood into reality, which should be enough to explain the problem. After all, there are many people who are paying attention to her, and the administration also has detailed information about her."
Hearing this, Krypton Master finally showed a warm smile on his serious face: "Indeed, using Zhen Cheng as the scapegoat is good enough.
Then enjoy your reward."
"Enjoy?" Lilith's one eye flashed, full of doubts.
The next second, dozens of robots playing music on the stage suddenly raised their instruments towards her.
What followed was a hail of bullets like a Presto cadenza.