Chapter 1278 Brain in a Vat Paradox (Second Update)
The more he discovered his footprints in history, the calmer the emperor's mentality became.
Just as Victor von Doom comforted him after he told the regent about his discovery, things are sometimes like this. Accept the fate given by "The One", complete your life's journey and continue to fight, rather than fall.
into the abyss of nihilism. "If someone claims that you are Attila, then you are Attila. I think the joke-like death method of choking to death from nosebleeds while sleeping is very much my idea. I am a person who likes it."
You’re kidding me, what do you think?”
Modu just widened his eyes with an angry look on his face and did not answer the question. "He used a gun!" The apprentice instructor Kama Taj endured the pain and said angrily, "Despicable traitor, shameful coward! If he
If it weren't for a gun, he would never be able to defeat me in an honest way!"
"Yes, yes, who made you plan to fight to the death?" The emperor nodded perfunctorily, still holding one hand next to the bedside table, and continued reading under the light in Modu's room. In the past, he knew nothing about firearms.
He knew, but now he can judge the situation at that time just by the gunshot wound. "The wound is not bad, a penetrating wound, shot at close range. The instant pain and massive blood loss made you lose your fighting ability and concentration, and the bruises on your head
Is that how Qing came here? Huh... Victor is a bit harsh. You need to take a CT scan to determine whether there is a concussion. It is not a good thing to have a hematoma. Apprentice Stephen Strange, am I right?
correct?"
"Absolutely!" Modu glared and was unwilling to answer this shameful question. Although he wanted to sit up, he didn't have any leftover anesthesia for the time being. "I have been carried back by the apprentices, and I will never do it again."
Be carried out by them! Who treated my wounds, Stephen, was it you?"
As the only medical staff present at the time, Stephen Strange stretched out his hands that were slightly shaking due to nerve damage and said that he did not have this ability. "If I could still suture the skin, I would not end up like this.
"He looked at the emperor sitting by the bed, and the arrogance in his tone had long disappeared. In the past, he would not have considered working in a small clinic, but now that there was no hope of cure, Stephen Strange finally began to consider it.
Should we set our sights lower and at least pay off the loan first? "I have seen your technique of suturing blood vessels and your control of the dosage of anesthetic drugs. You are very skilled. Which medical school did you study in?"
"Illegal human experiment medical school, I learned it from the screams of slaves... Ha, this is a joke. Do you think everyone is like Modu and can't joke?" the emperor said, "Actually, I don't have a medical degree, only theory.
degree in physics and astrophysics, so I didn’t know whether Mordo could survive before I started. But... look at this lucky guy, he can still breathe now and has not turned into an idiot. What is there to be dissatisfied about?
?"
"Where is that coward now! Did he run away?"
"Yes, yes, he has returned to Latvinia now."
"Give me the spell, I will stand up now." Modu interrupted the emperor angrily, "The traitor must die!"
The emperor's expression suddenly became serious and unfamiliar, and even the angry Modu felt a chill. "You have done what you want to do and achieved the results you expected, then this matter is over." The emperor said calmly.
The voice said, "You can't abandon your responsibilities, just like Victor von Doom can't abandon his responsibilities. Mordo, do you understand?"
"Are you admonishing me with the authority of His Holiness?"
"It is the authority of the Lord of Kama Taj. Your duties are higher than your personal emotions. If you cannot learn to restrain yourself, then you must return to the apprenticeship and practice again. At that time, I will bring Kasili
Get Os back and ask him to supervise you." The emperor unceremoniously took out the Kimber M1911 .45ACP caliber pistol, which was the gun Victor von Doom used to wound Mordo in the thigh.
"According to the procedures of Mozambique shooting and contact shooting, the function of the first shot is to control rather than kill. If the second bullet had not been a dud, you would have been shot in the chest and head. I
I don’t know if this will make you feel better. The reason why you survived was not because he was merciful. He really wanted to kill you."
Mordo suddenly became quiet. "Sorry." He closed his eyes, "I was too excited."
"Good, at least you realized your mistake." The emperor turned on the safety, opened the gun, and ejected the bullet. "This is a souvenir for you." He put the bullet on the bedside table, "This can make you happy.
Understand how close you are to death, and your automatic defense spells cannot resist this attack."
"Is it true?" After walking out of Mordu's room, Stephen Strange came over. He glanced at the closed door of Mordu's room warily, and then asked in a low voice, "That bullet is really dumb."
Play?"
"That was a reloaded bullet used for shooting practice. After being filled with sand, of course it became a dud. After all, it didn't even have a primer." The emperor revealed the details nonchalantly, "Don't tell Modo, otherwise he will
His self-esteem was frustrated and he died of grief and anger. It's really troublesome, how come everyone has character flaws... Oh, and you, Mr. Stephen Strange. Do you have anything to explain about your breaking into the library to read banned books?"
The rookie apprentice who was once a surgeon shrugged and joked. "Can't be discovered?"
Then he couldn't laugh anymore, because he felt the cold metal pressing against his skull. "This is the correct explanation." He heard the vibration of the gun being loaded, the slide moved back and forth, and hit the gun under the action of the spring.
On his skin, "There are never duds, you understand?"
"Okay, Okay, let's calm down." Stephen Strange raised his hands in surrender, "I have been punished, haven't I? Does Kamal Tajri really allow this to happen?"
"For apprentices with abnormal curiosity, yes." He heard the sound of the hammer being dialed into the standby slot, "I now wonder if after shooting your skull off, your brain will grow legs on its own.
Lose."
"What?"
"This is the result of reading taboo books without precautions. All regulations are bloody lessons. How can you be an exception?" the emperor said, "No one knows how much you have read now, and no one knows you."
Is the current consciousness Stephen Strange, or is the monster pretending to be Stephen Strange and possessing all of his memories. This creates a kind of objective reality of a brain in a vat, so what do you think I should do?
"
"This is a metaphysical question, about memory and soul. I once read a book like this, in medical school, in order to have something to talk about with women." Only then did Stephen Strange feel the seriousness of the matter, and he tried his best
Recalling what I read in the book "Reason, Truth and History", "I promise, I am myself now, and Descartes can vouch for me!"
"There is no God in this world. You have been here for so long and still agree with Descartes' philosophy that uses God as an argument. You are really not making any progress." The emperor curled his lips and said, "Hilary Putnam is fine.
Or Wittgenstein or G.E. Moore could do it."
"Okay, Okay! How about Plato's Fable of the Cave!"
“What’s a way to test whether you’re a brain in a vat?”
"I don't know! Do you think a neurosurgeon's job is easy!" Stephen Strange was surprisingly angry. "How do I know if neurons and spinal cords have a mind of their own? My job is to repair, link,
Stitching, not thinking about the meaning of that flesh and blood!"
"So, you've proven yourself, Stephen Strange."
"What? Because I don't know the answer?"
"Yes." The emperor moved the gun and patted his shoulder, "If there is an extradimensional creature occupying your brain, that thing will definitely know the answer. You are still so stupid, obviously not inspired by the indifference of the universe.